Feng Lingche could only feel her pain through her warm, almost scalding skin.
Without saying a word, he directly held her waist in his arms and let her sit comfortably on his lap.
"...Are you okay?" Feng Lingche asked in a low voice, his voice as light as a feather.
She pressed her warm little face against the cool crook of his neck, quietly closing her eyes to feel the cold air of the mysterious ice in the ring Feng Lingche was wearing.
She shook her head and smiled lightly, "...it's okay."
Feng Lingche looked down at her for a while and saw that her lips were pale and dry. He picked up his cell phone and called Lu Zhen and asked him to move a few boxes of mineral water and send some ice cubes. He was hesitating whether to ask the cleaning lady to clean the back of the office.
When Wen Yang was tidying up his room for Wen Yang to rest, his body suddenly stiffened!
Her lips accidentally brushed against his collarbone! Softly and gently, it just ignited a small piece of his cold skin!
Feng Lingche suddenly felt an electric current running through his whole body, and even his breathing seemed to have stopped. His dark eyes were deep, staring at the jade-like beautiful and ethereal face in front of him, and the hands on his waist tightened unconsciously.
A few points.
Wen Yang frowned in pain and looked up at him with clear eyes, "What's wrong?"
His hand strangled her so much that it hurt.
Feng Lingche: "..."
He turned his head away and adjusted his breathing. Although his body was still cold, his heartbeat was much faster than usual, and his slightly open chest kept rising and falling.
Wen Yang felt his abnormal heartbeat and sat up with some worry, pressing his pulse with her hand.
"I have a little irregular heartbeat. Are you too tired? Do you want to go to the room and take a nap?"
Feng Lingche laughed dumbly, and his desire was extinguished at this moment. He pressed the person back into his arms and sighed, "Be honest and don't move."
Wen Yang:? Where is the movement?
Just as she was about to speak, she heard a knock on the office door.
Lu Zhen directed the staff to put the mineral water and the incubator storing ice cubes on the ground. He looked up and saw Wen Yang sitting on Feng Lingche's lap. He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled inexplicably, "Buddha has always been afraid of the cold. Now,
I want so much mineral water and ice cubes, don’t you want to have some exciting fun with Mrs. Feng in the bathroom?”
Wen Yang's little face turned red, and then she thought of her own posture. She struggled to sit up, but was held down by Feng Lingche. He only heard his low voice, carrying an unnoticed chill, "Africa Inspection 1
Months."
Lu Zhen's expression froze: "..." Can I withdraw what I said?
He looked at Wen Yang begging for mercy and said with a wry smile, "Mrs. Feng, can you bear to see me walking alone in the desert of Africa? What if I were eaten by a tiger or bitten by a big spider?
But I’m missing an effective helper~”
After hearing this, Wen Yang looked at Lu Zhen's memorial platform again. Although he still couldn't see his future, judging from his facial features, he should have no problem living a long life.
So she comforted him with a smile, "Don't worry, even if you are bitten by a poisonous spider, your legs will be amputated at most and you will not die."
Lu Zhen froze, smiled and touched his nose, "Mrs. Feng is really humorous..."
Seeing that things were almost moved, Lu Zhen said to Feng Lingche, "Xu Jin has arrived at Feng Yue Building and is discussing the layout with the designer. Do you think you should take Mrs. Feng over to take a look?"
"Feng Yue Building?" Wen Yang suddenly interrupted.
If I remember correctly, this building seems to be in my name now...
Lu Zhen turned his head and looked at her, "Mrs. Feng also knows this place?"
Feng Lingche glanced at him and said, "She is the boss there now."
Lu Zhen: "..." OK.
Rich people are generous in their spending, and they can just give away the most expensive building in the imperial capital.
After Lu Zhen went out.
Wen Yang then asked the question from last night, "Why did you transfer so many shares to me?"
Feng Lingche's tone was still very dignified, "You can't be too poor to be my wife."
Wen Yang: It’s pretty irrefutable?
After sitting next to the ice cubes and drinking six boxes of water, the heat in her body finally subsided. Tiredness came over her, and Wen Yang slept intermittently on Feng Lingche all morning, and she didn't wake up until she felt hungry. p>
She glanced out the window, rubbed her eyes in confusion and stood up, "What time is it?"
Feng Lingche moved the half of her body that was numb by her, and looked at the watch, "1:30."
"Oh," Wen Yang stood up, took a bottle of water, and drank it. He was about to tell Feng Lingche whether he wanted to go out to eat. The tip of his nose moved slightly, and he suddenly smelled a very appetizing fragrance, so he smiled, "I want to buy some."
Do you want a pancake?"
Feng Lingche looked at her, a little confused, "What are pancakes?"
Speaking of pancakes, Wen Yang's eyebrows were crescent and his smile was bright, like the gentle and warm sun in winter, "I tell you, this thing is delicious~ Put the batter on the pan, beat two eggs, and brush it with sauce
Add a piece of ham sausage and crackers, it’s delicious and filling.”
Feng Lingche saw her enthusiastically describing the pancakes, and her heart moved. She was suddenly curious about how she survived living alone in the mountains without a family for so many years.
Could it be that what she usually eats is the 'pancakes' she talks about?
He was a little curious about the taste, so he said to Wen Yang who was in a hurry to chase the pancake stall, "Then let's have one as you said."
After hearing this, Wen Yang's eyes lit up and he ran out directly.
After she left, the busy office became quiet.
The scattered sunlight filtered through the gaps between the branches and leaves and fell on the desk. The slightly cool wind lifted the paper with the marriage agreement printed on it. Feng Lingche lowered his eyes and looked over, with a faint smile in his eyes.
He dialed the phone and called Jiang Ci.
"Hire a chef who can make pancakes."
Jiang Ci held the phone and looked confused, "Ah?"
…
Wu Bai waited patiently for Miao Qing to finish speaking, and there were already several empty wine jars under her feet.
At this time, he turned his back to Miao Qing and leaned lazily on the chair. It was unclear whether he was sober or drunk.
Miao Qing carefully glanced at the Living King of Hell and saw that he had his eyes closed and did not speak. He secretly took a few steps towards the door with his feet.
Suddenly, a wisp of black energy quickly wrapped around his legs. Miao Qing could not move for a moment and fell to the ground with a plop!
Immediately afterwards, an extremely cold voice accompanied by the smell of alcohol sounded from above the head, "Do I allow you to leave?"
Miao Qing's body stiffened and her lips trembled slightly, "...I, I just want to move."
"Oh, really?" As the voice fell, Miao Qing suddenly felt a sharp pain at the base of his tongue. He opened his mouth and screamed, and blood spurted out immediately!
Then a bright red tongue fell out of his mouth.
Wu Bai stared at Miao Qing coldly, with no hint of alcoholism in his eyes, and his voice was light and full of sinister laughter, "It seems you still don't want this tongue."