On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

A whirlwind.

Jiang Shu's consciousness was almost hazy. Everything here looked familiar to her, including the people on her body, but she felt a sense of discomfort.

The discomfort quickly subsided because Fu Shiyan's big hand fell on the side of her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Who?"

She still wanted to struggle, "No one, just literally."

Meng Wenxin's words still ring in his ears. If you don't want to stay, don't torture him.

Tortured.

The moment the man's body sank, Jiang Shu couldn't help but scream out in surprise. She frowned, wondering who was torturing whom.

He would never pity her at times like this. His movements were neither gentle nor heavy, making her voice break, which only made him more happy, and the veins on the back of his hands popped out.

Jiang Shu narrowed his eyes and tried his best to wake up.

She suddenly asked: "Fu Shiyan, am I torturing you?"

His movements were just like that, and his low voice was very hoarse, "What?"

His pause made her shrink subconsciously, and he hissed and sighed, "Indeed."

Fu Shiyan's Adam's apple rolled, and he changed his grip on her, facing the neon lights on the street.

"I've thought about Putao's surname."

He pushed her wet hair to one side and asked, "What's your last name?"

"Jiang."

"Think carefully, the Jiang family still has Jiang Zhou, and he will also marry and have children in the future. This generation will not be cut off in your hands."

Jiang Shu tried his best to suppress his unpleasant voice, "The Wen family also has Wen Qiushi."

"He is not a biological child, you are an only child."

Jiang Shu's thoughts were distracted by him. It was not that she had not considered this issue, but for the Wen family, which has a large business, the existence of grapes was negligible, and it was right for Jiang to raise her for many years and leave him an heir. .

"The Wen family will not know about the existence of Grape, and I have no obligation."

A wet and hot kiss fell on the shoulder and neck. Fu Shiyan's movements were light and gentle. He seemed to be comforting, "I will listen to you, Xiao Shu."

"You choose a date and I'll let Secretary Huo arrange it."

He suddenly exerted force and moved harshly, finally pressing her down.

Jiang Shu's mind was filled with whiteness, as if time had stood still.

"Just tomorrow."

Fu Shiyan started to fuss in an endless manner, and it was already ten o'clock at night when Jiang Shu left the Fu family.

At this point, only a few lights were on.

The Wen family was brightly lit, and she was used to the extravagance here. She walked in quietly, and when she looked up, she saw a familiar figure sitting in the living room.

Xiaoyu stood behind the man with a worried look on his face and shook his head at her.

Jiang Shu was stunned, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

It was Jiang Lingyu who had already drank most of the tea in front of her table.

She said calmly: "Waiting for you, come and sit."

Jiang Shu felt guilty for no reason, but she was already in her twenties, so she had nothing to feel guilty about.

In the past, when she worked overtime, Jiang Lingyu would ask the kitchen to leave supper for her, but he would never show up in person to disturb her life. Today... it seems that she has something to say.

"If I drink this tea now, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep at night."

"Jasmine tea, it will soothe the nerves." Jiang Lingyu poured a cup for her and placed it in front of her.

Jiang Shu didn't answer for a while.

Jiang Lingyu half leaned on the sofa, looked at her and asked, "You went to Fu's."

"You follow me."

"You have Fu Shiyan's sandalwood on you."

"..."

Jiang Shu's ears were hot and she had no room to argue. She turned her head and subconsciously lied, "It's necessary for work."