The next day, Yu Huan was transferred back to the coffee making position.
Yu Huan was very confused.
But it's also a good thing, she can complete the mission again.
Fu Yanqi was flipping through the documents when someone knocked on the door, but the knock was not very strong. He said "Come in" without even looking up, and someone walked in, saying "Mr. Fu" sweetly.
"Your coffee." Yu Huan put the coffee on the table. Fu Yanqi still didn't look up, looking like he was concentrating on his work. She was not very satisfied.
She wore nice clothes on purpose today.
She was wearing a white woolen A-line skirt, revealing most of her slender and well-proportioned legs. She was wearing an apricot pink knitted top, with the soft fabric wrapped around her slender shoulders. When she looked in the mirror, she couldn't help but look at herself for a while longer.
Fu Yanqi didn't even look at her.
She stood beside his desk angrily and didn't leave. Fu Yanqi's breathing was still steady, and he kept his head down to deal with his work.
She felt that this was a promise, and was hooked by the subtle and tempting fragrance, and her courage gradually grew.
"Mr. Fu..." She reached out and grabbed the pen in Fu Yanqi's hand, her voice soft as if with a small hook.
Fu Yanqi's hand stopped moving, allowing her to pull the pen out of his hand bit by bit.
She stood beside him, and when he took his pen, she naturally moved closer. Their breaths intertwined faintly, and the sweet scent fermented, making people feel dizzy as if they had fallen into a honey pot.
Until she threw the pen she was signing with aside, and it landed on the table with a clatter, which made people's heads clear a little.
But his eyes only grew darker, and he still didn't stop her. Sometimes, inaction is a form of indulgence.
Soon, she became even more restless.
His hands were empty, his palms were clenched, and his joints were clear, slender and strong.
Her hand moved closer little by little, and she first stretched out her index finger and tentatively poked his fingertip. When there was no obstruction, her fingers wrapped around and gently hooked his fingers.
Soon, he became even more bold and scratched the palm of his hand.
Fu Yanqi watched her movements, and his eyes became very heavy.
When their hands were placed together, the difference was immediately apparent. Yu Huan's hands were fair and delicate, with slender fingers. Fu Yanqi's hands were larger than Yu Huan's, and his skin wasn't particularly dark, but compared to Yu Huan's hands, it was still a shade darker.
It was as if he could hold Yu Huan's hand tightly with just a little effort, making her unable to break free. However, it seemed that it was just an illusion caused by the visual contrast.
Yu Huan thought he would refuse, but he didn't react even after he touched her. So he lowered his head to look at his face with some confusion.
Fu Yanqi, with his back straight, closed his eyes for a moment, then slowly asked her in a low voice: "Have you had enough fun?"
Yu Huan is timid and cannot stand harsh words. He thinks this is accountability.
Anyway, this mission only requires her to seduce, and it doesn't say that the male protagonist must know about it.
So she quickly withdrew her hand and said shamelessly: "Let me help you tickle it."
Fu Yanqi was silent for two seconds, as if he was too lazy to argue with her. He did not deny her excuse, but said in a cold and harsh voice: "I didn't ask you to help."
"I'm kind..." Yu Huan whispered, feeling a bit shameless. He quickly said, "Mr. Fu, please drink your coffee first. It will get cold soon."
As he spoke, he escaped.
Fu Yanqi's hands suddenly felt empty, and he flexed his fingers somewhat uncomfortably.
But apart from the soft touch, there was one thing that made Fu Yanqi feel strange. Her body temperature seemed to be lower than that of normal people, and the temperature she just felt was even slightly cool.
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"Progress in seducing the male protagonist is 4/10. We are almost halfway there!" said the system happily.
Yu Huan was also happy and asked the system: "Whose credit is it that the task was completed so quickly?"
"It's you, it's you, the smartest host in our world." The system praised enthusiastically.
So in order to reward himself for being the smartest person in the world, Yu Huan queued up to buy a cup of milk tea after get off work.
She came back a little later than usual, and this time she didn't run into Zhou Yang. Instead, she ran into a few old ladies in the community gossiping.
"House prices are so high. My son has to spend most of his life trying to buy a house. He's not as lucky as the one in 301. He's a kid, living in such a big house all by himself."
"Hey, that was bought for him by his parents. They're both business people, and even though they're divorced and no one wants to take care of the child, they still gave him a lot of money."
"Lucky? Who cares about him? The elders on both sides are unwilling to lend a hand. He's worse off than us..."
After listening to a few words, Yu Huan went upstairs. When passing by Zhou Yang's door, he took a special look. The house number was 301. It turned out to be him those little old ladies were talking about.
It turns out that he has such bad luck. He lives alone and has no relatives.
Two days later, it was a traditional festival and the company was on holiday. They still have the custom of eating dumplings here.
Yu Huan slept until noon. When she opened her eyes, she received a call from her parents, who reminded her to remember to eat dumplings and also gave her a big red envelope.
Yu Huan went downstairs and originally planned to buy some dumplings nearby, but he didn't expect that it was past a certain time and all the dumplings were sold out.
She planned to go back and order some takeout, and when she passed by 301, she thought of Zhou Yang.
He probably can't answer his parents' calls. Does he still remember to eat dumplings?
She is already thinking about other people's blood, so it's okay for her to care about him.
Yu Huan knocked on the door.
"Who is it? Didn't I tell you not to bother me today..."
Zhou Yang behind the door was sleepy, his clothes were loose, his hair was frizzy, and he looked like he had just gotten out of bed and was not quite awake.
The boy was a little grumpy because he had just woken up. He had a bad temper to begin with, so he thought it was someone from the internet cafe looking for him, and his tone was particularly irritable and disgusted.
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