At this time, Fu Liangyuan was sitting on the sofa.
The man put one hand on his leg and tapped his knee repeatedly.
He was dressed in a well-pressed black suit, and his face was extremely handsome and angular, like a work of art carefully crafted by an artist, with no imperfection to be found.
Cui Qian's heartbeat began to speed up.
Although she would see Fu Liangyuan in the company every day and face his handsome face every day, she still couldn't control her blushing and heartbeat every time.
This man is like a perfect god, making every woman who sees him fall in love with him.
Cui Qian smiled and quickly looked around the hall. She saw a large bamboo-patterned screen placed in a place similar to the dining area on the far right.
Through the silk fabric, Cui Qian could see the figure of a woman sitting there, and occasionally she could hear the sound of chopsticks hitting the porcelain bowl.
The person sitting over there must be "Mrs. Fu", she is eating!
Cui Qian's heart burned with jealousy at the thought of a woman dining at the same table with Fu Liangyuan every day.
She should be the one accompanying Fu Liangyuan!
Seeing Cui Qian's gaze on the dining area, Fu Liangyuan frowned impatiently.
His voice was cold, "What's important to you?"
Cui Qian quickly looked away and faced Fu Liangyuan with what she thought was the purest and most charming expression.
She moved closer to the man, twisting her slender waist. The tight skirt gradually moved up with her movements, revealing a smooth and white thigh.
Cui Qian smiled flatteringly and handed the document in her hand to Fu Liangyuan, "Sir, there is an urgent document that requires your signature."
Fu Liangyuan took the document, so after looking through it for a few times, he extended his hand to Cui Qian again.
Cui Qian was stunned for a moment before she remembered to get a pen for Fu Liangyuan. She quickly rummaged through her bag and took out a signature pen and handed it to him.
Fu Liangyuan's eyes were cold and he was obviously very impatient.
Thinking of Tang Mian handing him the divorce agreement to sign in the morning, she was ready to give him the signature pen at any time, but the assistant who had been with her for a long time didn't even notice the smallest details.
Fu Liangyuan held the pen and wrote his name smoothly in the lower right corner.
Men's hands are very beautiful, with clear joints, slender and well-proportioned, especially the protruding carpal bones at the wrist, which have a natural coldness that makes people fascinated.
Cui Qian's heart beat faster.
In her mind, she couldn't help but start to imagine what a wonderful touch it would be if a man's big hands were placed on her body and rubbed against her skin.
Cui Qian even felt that no one could be worthy of Fu Liangyuan. This man was too perfect, and only a woman like herself who had been by his side for many years could take good care of him in life.
Fu Liangyuan closed the document with a snap, and while handing it to Cui Qian, he asked her, "What does the 16th Agreement say?"
Cui Qian was stunned, and a strong smile immediately appeared in her eyes.
Fu Liangyuan actually took the initiative to talk to her.
Although Cui Qian was Fu Liangyuan's special secretary and would often come in and out of his office, Fu Liangyuan would not say a word to him except for some necessary work matters.
But now Fu Liangyuan is asking himself, does this prove that he is actually somewhat special to him, different from those ordinary secretaries?
Cui Qian was about to answer when she suddenly froze and the smile on her face became stiff.