Chapter 84: Look, I can easily wrap your hand around mine.
Oh no, we've been counterattacked.
Wen Yao felt that the plot was wrong; the initiative should be in her hands!
Her ears felt slightly hot, and she thought about trying some different tricks to show Fu Jinzhi how capable she was.
Unfortunately, Fu Jinzhi was unaware of Wen Yao's thoughts and intentions; otherwise, he would have immediately accepted Wen Yao's "pursuit" to avoid further suffering.
For the next week, Wen Yao diligently continued to deliver lunch to Fu Jinzhi at the Fu Group.
Of course, it wasn't Wen Yao who cooked; it was still the chef's skill.
Wen Yao is an orphan who has lived alone for many years, so she naturally knows how to cook, but only to the extent that she can cook food that won't kill anyone.
Someone like Fu Jinzhi, who has been pampered since childhood, might develop psychological trauma from eating this, so she decided not to harm him.
Therefore, Fu Jinzhi instructed his assistant, Du, not to order meals for him, and looked forward to having lunch with Wen Yao every day.
"Mr. Fu, it's almost two o'clock. Is Madam not coming today?" Assistant Du was speechless. Why was Mr. Fu so stubborn?
Would you like me to order you lunch?
If Fu Jinzhi suffers from hunger and becomes sullen, wouldn't it be his subordinates who are worried sick?
"No need, let's prepare for the afternoon's work." Fu Jinzhi picked up the documents beside him, his handsome face expressionless, his eyelashes lowered, as if he were completely absorbed in his work.
Fu Jinzhi had already received a call from Wang Ma, informing him that Wen Yao had clearly gone out to deliver lunch to him.
But it's been almost three hours now, where did the person go?
However, Wen Yao's bodyguards did not raise any alarms, so her safety should not be a concern...
Just as I was feeling agitated, the office door was suddenly flung open.
Wen Yao, with her beautiful hair tied in a ponytail, was like a ray of sunshine shining into the office. The tips of her hair swayed gently, exuding a vibrant energy.
"Xiao Fu!"
"Are you alright? I'm sorry I'm late today."
This was a name that Wen Yao came up with painstakingly and ingeniously.
She didn't like Fu Jinzhi before, so she could say all sorts of flirtatious things, calling him "husband" all the time.
But now that she's decided to pursue him, it would be impolite for her to call him "husband" anymore; it would give the impression that she's taking advantage of an innocent young man.
Calling her Jinzhi would be a bit too cheesy, and Old Fu was definitely out of the question. She still remembered how much Fu Jinzhi cared about age.
Wen Yao's expression was a mixture of helplessness and doting. "Alright, let's call him Xiao Fu."
They completely disregarded the fact that they were four years younger than the other person.
8848 heard the host's entire thought process.
It couldn't help but comment: "Seeing how solemn you were, I thought you could produce something big, but you just pooped a huge pile."
Wen Yao: "Then do you have any suggestions?"
8848 is arrogant; its database contains countless related information: 【I can…】
"Forget it, stop talking." Wen Yao interrupted 8848's suggestion.
"A single person's statistics are of no reference value."
Wen Yao's beautiful eyes were filled with blatant disdain. "You're not even as good as me. At least I have experience with unrequited love."
8848: [...]
It put Wen Yao in its pocket, and Wen Yao kicked it into the ditch, right? Why is it even launching a full-body attack!
Fu Jinzhi was already used to Wen Yao's informal nickname, and he lowered his eyes, his expression somewhat vulnerable:
"I haven't eaten yet, I've been waiting for you."
This immediately evoked Wen Yao's pity; her brows furrowed slightly, and her voice was soft:
"It's all my fault. The food might be a little cold. Why don't you eat some to fill your stomach?"
Although the food had been in the insulated box for several hours, the taste must have been affected.
Seeing Fu Jinzhi come over and take the insulated lunchbox from her hand, she lowered her eyebrows and placed it on the table in a virtuous manner.
While feeling guilty, Wen Yao's heart started pounding again.
Fu Jin is just the kind of person she'd forcefully marry and take from someone!
"Did something happen today?" Fu Jinzhi asked casually as he set the table, but his ears were actually perked up.
"Ah, I went to break up the fight." Wen Yao came back to her senses and replied honestly.
Fu Jinzhi was puzzled: "Mediate a fight?"
Wen Yao nodded, her expression serious.
"On the way here, I saw two men arguing."
"According to the description, the two are good brothers who have fallen for the same girl."
"A fell in love with a girl first, but was too shy to confess, so he dated her under the guise of friendship."
"Later, by chance, the girl and B met."
"In short, a series of events occurred, and both of them felt that the other had wronged them."
What kind of nonsense is this...
Fu Jinzhi wasn't interested in the love triangle; he was curious about what Wen Yao had done.
Fu Jinzhi: "So how did you try to break up the fight?"
Wen Yao babbled on, her voice righteous and stern: "What's the use of two grown men arguing like this? I advise them to have a fight and settle things quickly."
“Sigh,” Wen Yao sighed, her eyes filled with regret, “but no matter how I try to persuade them, they just won’t fight.”
"But seeing that more and more people were gathering around, they left together."
Fu Jinzhi: "..."
After the two finished their meal, Fu Jinzhi started working, while Wen Yao scrolled through short videos on the sofa next to him.
Perhaps it was because she was well-fed and warm that she began to indulge in lustful desires; Wen Yao recalled the dating guides she had read.
Besides lovingly prepared breakfasts, creating opportunities to spend time together, and sharing interesting aspects of daily life...
Another trick: occasional physical contact.
It is said to be able to quickly shorten the distance between two people and create an ambiguous atmosphere.
Wen Yao rolled her eyes and pretended to accidentally throw the stress-relieving ball at Fu Jinzhi's feet.
Fu Jinzhi was working when something soft and bouncy rolled to his feet. He looked down and saw it was Wen Yao's little toy.
With a helpless smile, he bent down to pick it up.
No sooner had his hand touched the decompression ball than Wen Yao's hand covered the back of his hand.
The touch was delicate and soft, and the skin felt like it was on fire, transmitting heat throughout the body.
He looked up and met Wen Yao's bright almond-shaped eyes, his heart pounding.
Fu Jinzhi's voice was somewhat hoarse, "You..."
"Your hands are so small." Wen Yao desperately tried to recall any other ambiguous remarks.
Fu Jinzhi looked at their clasped hands. He still had his large, well-defined hands, and Wen Yao's hands were folded on top of them like a summer blanket on a quilt.
So, his hands are so small?
How was this conclusion reached?
Wen Yao continued her attack, lowering her voice, "Your frame is so small too."
"Come on, let's compare the sizes."
"Look, I can easily wrap your hand around it."
Uh, what if I can't hide it? This little trick of flirting doesn't seem to work very well.
8848 laughed so hard that the data stream was all over the place. "You're crazy, host! Isn't this the kind of trick that human men use to seduce innocent girls?"
Are we just going to force it like this?
They really just used it like that.
Next, Wen Yao tried to completely cover Fu Jinzhi's hand from several different angles.
But this isn't like making dumplings, where you can just pinch them and they'll stretch out.
After her attempts failed, she met Fu Jinzhi's deep, captivating eyes, her face showing a mixture of bewilderment and innocence.
"Hahaha……"
Fu Jinzhi chuckled, then wrapped his hand around Wen Yao's, his voice low and suggestive:
"Look, I can easily wrap your hand around it."
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