After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

Chapter 165 It's better to be late

Xiao Di sat in the chess and card room, absent-mindedly playing mahjong with a few servants.

The servants knew his level well, and tacitly chose to let him win and feed him cards, but Xiao Di's mind had long since flown away from the mahjong table.

I played mahjong for several hours, but I didn't win a single hand.

He's used to it.

"Knock knock."

There was a sudden knock on the door behind me.

Xiao Di looked back and saw Fu Wangjin leaning lazily against the door, a bathrobe loosely wrapped around him, his bony hands still on the door panel.

The servants got up and left tactfully.

Xiao Di opened his eyes wide, sat up from his chair, and looked him up and down.

"Brother Fu, you..."

Fu Wangjin walked in carelessly and closed the door.

Xiao Di swallowed his saliva, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

……

When Fu Wangjin returned to the bedroom, Yan Qing had already taken a shower and was leaning against the head of the bed, resting with his eyes closed.

Probably because she was fucked too hard, her hair wasn't even dried and was hanging wetly on her shoulders, with only a bath towel padding behind her head.

Under normal circumstances, if he pushed the door open, Yan Qing would open his eyes immediately.

Today it's unusually quiet.

It seems that he is really tired.

Fu Wangjin got on the bed, hugged her, pulled open the bath towel, and gently played with her hair.

Yan Qing let out a moan and rubbed against his arms without opening her eyes.

Fu Wangjin stared at the furry little head in his arms.

"If you go to bed with wet hair, you'll catch a cold tomorrow. Blow it dry before going to bed."

"Uh... don't."

Yan Qing frowned in confusion.

"I'll do it later."

Fu Wangjin snorted and got out of bed to get the hair dryer.

When he came back, Yan Qing fell on the bed again.

I couldn't help but find it funny.

"Sit up and I'll blow you."

This time, Yan Qing didn't even bother to say anything and just hummed twice to express his refusal.

"Stop being lazy."

Fu Wangjin pinched her face affectionately.

"Just sit down. Can't I serve you?"

"……don't want."

Yan Qing turned over and seemed even more unwilling to pay attention to him.

Fu Wangjin was so angry that he laughed.

"You've got a lazy bone in your body, haven't you? Come, let me feel where it is."

As he was speaking, his hand reached into her pajamas.

Yan Qing dodged subconsciously, and became half awake.

She sat up slowly, glanced at him resentfully, then lowered her head and yawned.

"I'm not planning on sleeping, just... taking a nap."

Fu Wangjin smiled, turned on the hair dryer, switched it to warm air mode, and threaded his bony fingers through the ink-like hair.

"Taking a nap? If I don't call you, can you wake up?"

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer rang in my ears, and the man's movements were gentle and delicate.

Yan Qing felt comfortable, but sleepiness came over him again.

Although she was sitting on the bed, her head was like a chicken pecking at rice.

Fu Wangjin rubbed his hair which had been blown dry.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Yan Qing rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Do you... want to help?"

This sentence was incoherent. Fu Wangjin raised his eyebrows, "What?"

Yan Qing stretched out his body, yawned, and his eyes finally became clearer.

"That, I mean,"

Her eyes slid inconspicuously to Fu Wangjin's abdomen.

"You have injuries on your body, so it's not convenient for you to take a shower... How about I help you wipe it?"

Yan Qing looked at him tentatively, and spoke cautiously.

"I really didn't plan to sleep just now. I just wanted to rest for a while... and then help you wipe your body."

Her voice gradually became as soft as a mosquito's, and her face became a little hot.

Fu Wangjin was amused and rubbed her head again, his voice full of joking.

"Why, have you recovered your strength? How about doing something else?"

Yan Qing's hands trembled, his body paused, and his face flushed red -

"I just can't stand you!"

Although he had annoyed her, Fu Wangjin was not angry at all.

"Be good, go to sleep when you are tired."

Yan Qing lay down angrily, pulled up the quilt to cover himself, and turned his back to Fu Wangjin.

Fu Wangjin smiled and shook his head, bent down to pick up the bath towel, walked into the bathroom and wiped his body briefly.

After returning to the bedroom, I saw Yan Qing wrapped herself tightly, with only a small head showing, like a cute silkworm pupa.

He got on the bed, got under the quilt, and gently hugged Yan Qing from behind, feeling her body stiffen slightly.

"Are you still angry?" Fu Wangjin whispered in her ear, "Turn around so I can comfort you."

"No." Yan Qing said sullenly, "I want to sleep. I have things to do tomorrow."

"to make."

Fu Wangjin kissed her hair.

"Call me if you can't sleep."

***

The next day.

When Yan Qing opened his eyes, he felt like the sky was falling.

"Ahhh what time is it!"

She grabbed her hair with tears in her eyes, staring at Fu Wangjin who was at ease with resentment.

"Did you turn off my alarm?"

"uh-huh."

Fu Wangjin didn't care, with a smile in his eyes.

"It seems you are tired."

Yan Qing was so angry that he couldn't even speak.

"I haven't even found what to wear! I'm definitely going to be late today!"

"It's late."

Fu Wangjin still looked indifferent.

"You're not going to help, why are you here so early?"

Yan Qing didn't want to argue with him, so she jumped out of bed in a hurry and opened the closet to pick out clothes.

Fu Wangjin frowned when he saw this, "Put on your shoes!"

……

In the closet, all kinds of clothes are hung neatly.

Most of them are hand-made and customized, but there are also many internationally renowned brands of clothing.

In order to please her, Fu Wangjin subscribed to several fashion magazines with good reputations... Whenever he thought Yan Qing might like them, he would have someone pack them and send them to Yunjing Garden.

Not only clothes, but also shoes, bags, jewelry and cosmetics.

A dazzling array of everything.

But Yan Qing had never carefully counted how much stuff he had.

Facing the full wardrobe, her eyes went dark and she felt like she was going to suffer from indecisiveness.

After quickly flipping through the pages, his eyes fixed on a pink shirt dress.

Yan Qing suddenly remembered that when she was sixteen years old, she went to visit the Meng family’s old house, and she seemed to be wearing a pink dress.

It was a pity that it was ruined by the maid’s strawberry juice.

Meng Yunxi said at the time that he would compensate her, but nothing happened later.

Yan Qing took out the skirt and tried it on herself - it fit quite well.

The fabric and style are both very comfortable, low-key and not eye-catching.

Yan Qing’s goal is very clear.

She wasn't going to celebrate Meng Tianchan's birthday, nor did she want to take the opportunity to curry favor with anyone, please anyone, or show off...

She was going to collect a debt, so there was no need for her to dress up so beautifully.

"Wen Ci has delivered the gift."

Fu Wangjin said lazily,

"It's the little box on the bedside table."

Yan Qing was a little curious and walked over to open the box.

On top of the finest silk lay an emerald bracelet.

It is emerald green, warm and delicate, crystal clear, without any flaws.

Yan Qing smacked his lips, "...it looks so expensive."

Fu Wangjin was delighted when he heard this.

"This thing is not as expensive as the stuff in your jewelry box."

Yan Qing was silent for a few seconds, "Then I dare not wear it. What if I accidentally break it?"

"If it's smashed, it's smashed."