Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

Fu Zheng recognized it as a Jaguar in his garage.

He walked towards the opposite side with his coat in hand.

Through the windshield in front of the car, he saw Wen Liang leaning on the back of the seat, arms folded across his chest, looking at him leisurely.

Fu Zheng walked around from the front of the car to the other side, opened the passenger door, and got in. "How long have you been here? Why didn't you call me?"

Wen Liang started the car, "It didn't take long. At that time, someone was throwing himself into my arms. How could you notice me?"

As soon as she stopped the car, she saw Wu Ling falling into his arms. She was only focused on watching the show. Where did she think of making a phone call?

Fu Zheng quickly explained, "I just helped her."

This night Wu Ling was just right. But it happened that it didn't stabilize in the end.

Just now in the elevator, he saw Wu Ling's unfinished actions on the wall.

Fu Zheng didn't believe that he really sprained his foot.

It seems that as Wen Liang said, Wu Ling likes him.

"Why don't you send them to the hospital? Send them to the hospital and then send them home. Maybe there will be an unexpected surprise."

Fu Zheng glanced at Wen Liang and lowered the window glass on his side to let the wind in. "There is also an unexpected surprise now."

"Ok?"

"You'll know when you get home."

……

While Wen Liang was taking a bath, Fu Zheng walked in wearing a bathrobe, his face was red, his voice was hoarse, and his breathing was heavy.

She finally knew what the unexpected surprise Fu Zheng was talking about.

When he got in the car, Fu Zheng noticed something was wrong with his body.

When I got home, I felt like my whole body was on fire, a heat surged from deep within my body, and even my throat was dry.

He was drugged.

Fu Zheng didn't expect Wu Ling to do this, and besides being angry in his heart, he also felt a little secretly happy.

Wen Liang still resisted him a little.

This will be an excellent opportunity to ease the relationship between the two of you.

Wen Liang shrank to the corner, and suggested with the corner of his mouth, "How about you take a cold shower, wasn't that what you did last time..."

"It's cold now. If you take a cold shower, you'll catch a cold."

Fu Zheng approached him step by step, looking at him scorchingly, with some kind of hot fire shining in his eyes, and interrupted his words.

"Why don't you go to the hospital..."

"It's too late."

"Don't be like this... uh uh..."

Wen Liang's lips were blocked.

Fu Zheng hugged her, put his big hands on the back of her neck, and deepened the kiss.

There is some tenderness in the passion.

The hand that landed on her waist went down along the spine and rubbed the softness twice.

Then, he took Wen Liang's hand and guided it towards the bottom of the bathrobe.

The man's breath filled every corner of his warm nose and mouth.

The kiss was wet and hot.

Wen Liang could hardly breathe.

Her other hand was holding Fu Zheng's bathrobe tightly, but somehow she accidentally pulled the tie of the bathrobe.

The robe fell to the ground and was quickly soaked by the water.

There was a gurgling sound in the bathroom. The man's heavy breathing mixed with the woman's delicate moans.

The small space was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Wen Liang's arms were pressed against the wall, swaying to the rhythm, his eyes were blurred, his face was flushed, and his lips were slightly open.

Fu Zheng held her slender waist with one hand and put his other hand in front of her, saying vaguely, "Is it too big here again?"

At this moment, Wen Liang regretted so much that she didn't lock the door when taking a shower.

The thought flashed past, and she was pulled into the whirlpool of love again.

After a long time, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Fu Zheng took out Wen Liang, who was wrapped in a bath towel, put him on the bed, and started a new round of conquest.

The two figures overlapped on the big bed.

The room was filled with ambiguous sounds.

Even the moon was so ashamed that she hid behind the clouds.

In the morning, when Wen Liang opened his eyes, what he saw was Fu Zheng's strong chest, with several obvious scratches on it.

On his neck, there are a few small strawberries, which are very strategically placed and will be faintly visible after putting on the shirt.

This is her bad taste, it has always been this way.

It's just that she thought she wouldn't fall like this again.

But after getting close to him, he couldn't help but sink in again.

Wen Liang moved his body, feeling sore all over.

Recalling what happened last night, Wen Liang pursed his lips.

He was a bit cheating. He said several times that it would be fine soon, but he never stopped. By the time she reached the end, she was no longer conscious.

In fact, they haven't seen each other since he went on a business trip in July.

It's been a long time.

His technique was great and she enjoyed it.

"Are you awake? What are you thinking about so early in the morning? Your face is so red." Fu Zheng Junyan came up and joked with a smile.

Wen Liang quickly denied, "I didn't think about it. Why haven't you gotten up yet?"

According to his previous schedule, he should be running outside at this time.

"I'll stop my morning jog today."

After a while, Fu Zheng suddenly said: "I finally understand why the old saying says that."

"What old saying?" Wen Liang asked casually.

"Gentle Township, Hero Tomb."

Wen Liang: "..."

Fu Zheng put his arm around Wen Liang's waist, his eyes gentle, "Get up now, or should you squint a little longer?"

"Squint a little longer," Wen Liang said, "I'm a little sleepy."

Last night, they worked too late and didn't sleep long at all.

The two hugged each other and squinted on the bed for a while, then got up on time at seven o'clock.

After breakfast. They go to the company together.

It seems to be back to the previous state.

When they said goodbye at the elevator entrance, Fu Zheng took Wen Liang's hand and kissed her lips.

The heroine quickly pushed him away, careful not to be seen by others.

The employees, who were still panic-stricken, suddenly found that Mr. Fu had changed back when they reported to Mr. Fu after work today. He was no longer the Mr. Fu who could explode at any time, but the gentle and gentle Mr. Fu.

This is simply great news.

Some sharp-eyed people immediately noticed something wrong between Fu Zheng's neck.

Wen Liang went to the bathroom and heard two female colleagues talking in the toilet cubicle.

One person said: "Hey, have you seen Mr. Fu today?"

"See you, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you find it?"

"Found what?"

"You didn't even notice this? It's so obvious."

"What exactly did you find?"

"Let me tell you, there are two small strawberries on Mr. Fu's neck today, right on his shirt. He can see them when he turns his head."

"Really?"

"If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. Oh, I'm really envious. I don't know who can get this handsome guy like Mr. Fu. In fact, I've seen it on his neck before, in a similar position. Mr. Fu I guess I have a regular bed partner.”

"It's not surprising. If you think about the worst, what if Mr. Fu can't do it?"

"No! You can't say that Mr. Fu can't do it! Anyone can do it, but Mr. Fu can't do it! And I've heard that the straighter the nose, the bigger it gets."

"Mr. Fu's nose is really superior."

The little strawberry on Mr. Fu’s neck quickly became popular throughout the company. Everyone knows it, and everyone's guess is basically Miss Chu or a regular bed partner.

Only Wen Liang's assistant was different. He guessed it was Mr. Fu and Director Wen.

Because the atmosphere between Mr. Fu and Director Wen today was completely different from that day.

Things were tense that day. But today, there was a sticky ambiguity between the two.

"What are you talking about? You even dare to talk about Mr. Fu's private life, why don't you get to work quickly?" Wu Ling scolded.

The employees did not dare to gossip anymore and started working seriously.

Wu Ling returned to her seat and closed her eyes, feeling extremely jealous.

He knew that he had made a wedding dress for someone else in vain yesterday.

Cool!

Thinking of the scene at the elevator entrance just now, Wu Ling's fingernails almost broke.

At this time, the landline phone on the desk rang.

Wu Ling took a look and saw that it was an insider from the President's Office.

She answered the phone, "Hello, Mr. Fu."