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Chapter 175 Becoming a regular employee

After coming out of the bathroom, Fu Yanlin found a shirt of his and put it on for her.

It was all a pretense to say that Wen Sheng had all the pajamas ready. Just now, how could he be willing to let him go? He could tell with his toenails that this little guy had run away and would never come back, so he lied and said that everything was ready.

alright.

Wen Sheng is tall and wears Fu Yanlin's white shirt, which only reaches a little below her buttocks. Her two white and tender legs are just exposed. They are so white that it makes people look at them and unable to move away.

He didn't know whether it was because he loved her deeply or what, but Fu Yanlin felt that every part of Wen Sheng's body was perfect, as if it had grown according to his inner preferences, and he couldn't put it down even a hair.

Fu Yanlin didn't dare to look more, fearing that one more look would make his blood boil. The trouble at night was too much, and if Wen Sheng didn't come to his house next time, the gain would outweigh the loss.

He had to restrain his admiration for Wen Sheng, as it was too sweet and he was afraid that Wen Sheng would dislike him.

Wen Sheng was so tired that she fell asleep within two minutes of going to bed.

After covering her with a quilt, Fu Yanlin quietly left the bedroom, went to the study room, and turned on the computer to work.

After lighting up a cigarette and sitting in the leather class chair, Fu Yanlin felt that this day was still a bit dazed.

The only woman he loved deeply in his life slept in the bedroom.

Since his boyhood, he had fantasized about the rest of his life with Wen Sheng countless times. Oh, no, it was a luxury.

But now, when he really had it, he couldn't believe it was true - Wen Sheng was really his.

The lonely girl who had taken root in his heart for ten years turned out to be the sweetheart in his arms.

Ten years!

A whole ten years!

God knows how he got through these ten years?

Fu Yanlin didn't know how to describe the satisfaction and happiness in his heart at this time. He suddenly thought of something, then took out his mobile phone and opened the WeChat Moments, and posted the cartoon portrait he and Wen Sheng drew in Yuncheng to the Moments.

The copywriting only has two words: the rest of your life.

After a while, the comment section exploded, and a group of night owls rushed out to eat.

Song Yuen immediately called Fu Yanlin in the group, "Old dog Fu, have you become a regular friend?"

Xu Rangchu jumped out to add fuel to the fire: @松毓恩, give him some face, it’s not like being a good friend, why are you humiliating people in the middle of the night?

Song Yuen sent a traditional smiling expression and said sarcastically: In terms of strength, it is our sister-in-law who can treat Fu Laogou docilely with ease. Lao Xu, we must be nicer to our sister-in-law in the future. After all, our sister-in-law said

It's a bad luck that has lasted eight lifetimes. A thing like Fu Laogou is on the stall. It's like brown candy and can't be shaken off. It's really unlucky!

Xu Rangchu:Ojbk.

Fu Yanlin looked at his phone and sneered. He only said one sentence in the group and told Xu Rangchu and Song Yuen to shut up.

Fu Yanlin: What time is it? Is there no one to hug you, so you two can't sleep?

The two of them hated him so much that they couldn't do anything about him.

Then, Gu Siyi called for a private chat.

Gu Siyi: Fu Laoliu, what does your circle of friends mean? Have you got it?

Fu Yanlin: You are a girl, and your speech is so unpleasant.

Gu Siyi: Chase, chase, chase, okay?

Fu Yanlin: Yeah.

Gu Siyi: What tricks did you use to deceive this little girl?

Fu Yanlin: Of course it is my sincerity.

Gu Siyi: Song Yuen called you a dog, and you are not unjust at all. I'm afraid you have a bad grasp of the Thirty-six Stratagems and Sun Tzu's Art of War, brother, especially the Bitter Meat Strategies and Retreating to Advance, I see you are very good at using them.

Fu Yanlin: Don't learn how to make sour chicken from him.

Gu Siyi: It doesn't matter whether it's sour or not. Sister, I have to remind you that your dad won't let it go. In fact... your mom has contacted me this afternoon.

Fu Yanlin: So what?

Gu Siyi: Now that it’s confirmed, let’s find some time to bring him out and play, so that everyone can get to know each other. My treat!

Fu Yanlin: Yeah.

Gu Siyi: Sister is happy for you, you finally got what you wanted.

Fu Yanlin raised his lips arrogantly and stopped replying.

After exiting the chat box with Gu Siyi, Fu Yanlin found several comments in the circle of friends, each with a big question mark.

Fu Yanlin didn't bother to explain. He simply wanted to show off his affection. He simply wanted to show those passers-by A, B, B, and D who had coveted him for a long time that he was already famous and had a master. They should stop having undue expectations for him. He

But for such a devoted and affectionate man, no one except Wen Sheng can try to take advantage of him.

But Gu Siyi said he was a dog, and he admitted it.

He flew to Yuncheng and climbed down the cliff to save her at all costs. He was willing to do so. He would not regret it even if he died.

But appearing in front of Wen Sheng with wounds all over his body, retreating in order to advance, was indeed a bitter trick on his part.

He told himself that it was understandable that he would play some tricks in order to chase the woman he loved.

If Wen Sheng was indifferent to his scheme to obtain flesh, then he would persuade himself to give up. She doesn't love him and has no interest in her at all, so it would be rude for him to continue to stalk her.

But if Wen Sheng showed the slightest bit of distress or reluctance, he swore that he would bite Wen Sheng to death and never let him go.

Wen Sheng only needs to take one step, and he will take the remaining 9999 steps.

Sure enough, the trick on him was accurate.

Wen Sheng was at a loss because of the awkward relationship between him and Jiang Yukuo.

She is still a brave and soft-hearted little girl at heart.

Fu Yanlin now feels very happy and satisfied.

Of course, it would be better if there were no certain bullshit.

Fu Yanlin looked at the cigarette that was about to burn out in his hand, feeling a little sad. Fu Yuhe's words echoed in his ears; some things cannot stand the test.

He really didn't dare to gamble.

But he will definitely try his best to make Wen Sheng hold his hand tightly and never let go easily.

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The next day.

When the sunlight entering his eyes woke him up from his deep sleep, Wen Sheng lazily opened his eyes and found that he was at Fu Yanlin's house. All kinds of embarrassing scenes from last night swept through him.

She didn't even know when she fell asleep. She only remembered that she was so tired in the bathroom that she couldn't open her eyes.

There was an advantage to being tired: she slept peacefully all night.

Just after a night's rest, Wen Sheng still felt very sore. It was hard for her to imagine that if two people were like this every day, would they still have the energy to go to work?

Fu Yanlin was two years older than her, but he was so absurd and willful that he was like a child, especially in that aspect, he was particularly clingy.

Like a child, after eating candy, he always remembers the sweet taste and wants it every day.

Wen Sheng thought that she must make an agreement with him and never spend the night together during non-working days.

Regardless of time or physical strength, Fu Yanlin asked Wen Sheng to wave the white flag and surrender.

He actually didn't feel tired of it.

Wen Sheng knew that she was too shallow to be able to compete with Fu Yanlin, a male vixen, so she could only take detours, fearing that she would be drained by him sooner or later if she indulged herself every day.

At this time, Fu Yanlin pushed open the bedroom door and came in. Holding a glass of milk in one hand, he walked straight to the edge of the bed with his long legs and sat down. He reached out and brushed away the strands of hair from Wen Sheng's forehead, and his deep and sophisticated voice was wrapped in tenderness and pampering.

Her faint smile was as warm as the morning light, "Won't you sleep for a while?"


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