Obviously I couldn't see his face clearly, but his appearance was already reflected in my mind, exactly the same as he looked now.
After Fu Yanye finished signing, he turned to look at her and saw that she was looking at him. He suddenly remembered three words, Wang Fu Shi.
It felt inappropriate, so I thought about it again, and four more words came to mind.
Husband stalker.
Zhuo Jian noticed that he was moving and turned away, pretending to be normal and looking away.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and smiled, and continued working in a good mood.
Later, Ouyang Ping sent her a message asking her to work and gave her a lot of information to read. After reading it, she started writing the manuscript on her mobile phone.
After he finished handling his official duties, she was still carefully editing the manuscript with her head down.
He stood up and quietly walked over to stand beside her. After almost a minute, she didn't notice him.
She is serious and focused, immersed in her work and not paying attention to anything else.
Fu Yanye frowned slightly while looking at the manuscript, then turned to look at the cabinet on the wall.
Not long after, an extra notebook appeared in front of Zhuo Jian's eyes.
She raised her head, her neck was so stiff that she was about to burst into tears, and she looked at the person above her.
"I'll use it when I work here from now on."
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian reflexively took the notebook and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Fu Yanye glanced at her and really felt that they didn't need to be so polite.
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly but politely, put her notebook on her lap, opened it, and connected it to her phone. With her other hand, she couldn't help but pinch the back of her neck, which was stiff from having bowed her head for too long.
Suddenly there was a hand on the back of his neck, and his hand felt a little cold.
Zhuo Jian was startled for a moment, but did not make any extreme reaction.
"Does this feel better?"
His hand was not too strong and he asked softly.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed, staring at the laptop screen and trying to stay focused.
Fu Yanye looked at the manuscript she was writing, then glanced at her again, lowered himself to her face, and murmured: "I didn't expect you to be able to confuse right and wrong so much. How about I hire you to be my personal publicist?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Seeing that she was unmoved, Fu Yanye said again, "I'm serious."
"Why."
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, tapping rapidly on the keyboard with her fingers, and soon closed the notebook, then turned to look at him.
Fu Yanye seemed to have been waiting for this moment and did not move beside her.
Her lips almost touched his, and she held her breath and tilted her head back.
Fu Yanye raised his hand to clasp her head, and suddenly moved forward gently.
Zhuo Jian's two soft lips reached the side of his face and pressed against him for a long time.
Fu Yanye was still bent over and didn't move for a long time.
Does this count as her taking the initiative to kiss him?
Fu Yanye suddenly wanted to know what it would be like if she took the initiative to kiss him?
That feeling is probably equivalent to ascending to heaven?
Or even worse?
After a long time, he put down his hand, and Zhuo Jian seemed to be ejected. He raised his head and kept a distance from him, looked at him angrily and covered his mouth.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her as if nothing happened and asked, "Why did you kiss me?"
"..."
A thief shouts "Catch the thief"?
Zhuo Jian was extremely speechless, but in the end he swallowed back the question he almost blurted out, and just stood up with a blushing face, "I'm leaving."
Not even one more minute, not even one second.
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and pulled her a little harder.
Zhuo Jian was pulled around, turned around, and fell directly into his arms.
He stood tall and tall, not wavering at all.
Zhuo Jian felt dizzy and felt a severe pain in her chest.