Chapter 65

Liao Zhenbo doesn't find the secret behind the wall at all. After Mu Huan leaves, he returns to his position and begins to deal with the documents that can be described as mountains of piles.

He said that he would lead directly, but this man turned back on himself.

Fu Xiaoqian is absolutely unable to swallow this breath. She blows her lips and breaks her hair on her forehead. She turns around and walks towards the office door. But when she turns her eyes, she sees a door hidden on the glass wall.

This undoubtedly increased her anger even more. She pushed her hands on the glass door and the door opened quietly.

"Liao Zhenbo." Fu Xiaoqian's voice had been heard before she came to her desk. She was so angry that she didn't notice any change in her address.

Can hear people have a heart, Liao Zhenbo from the file pile in the eyes, slow voice with a hint of lazy magnetism, "the first time."

"What?" Fu Xiaoqian was stunned. She couldn't figure out what Liao Zhenbo had said.

"This is the first time you call my name." He is like a child who has been crying and crying for candy. Without any preparation, he got the candy by accident. There is a trace of satisfaction on his face. He hooked his lips, stood up from the chair and approached Fu Xiaoqian.

Fu Xiaoqian gave him a bad look and just called his name. Is it necessary to get excited like winning the lottery?

The red figure of Mu Huan when she left was still hovering in her mind. "It was agreed that Mu Huan would be under my direct leadership. Why did you secretly summon her behind my back?"

When the word "summon" came out of his wife's mouth, Liao Zhenbo was dumb. Looking at Fu Xiaoqian's fierce and charming appearance, he can't help but curl his slender fingers and hook them on the tip of her nose. His voice is full of doting, "it's not to summon, it's to discuss something."

"Talk to each other?" Fu Xiaoqian raises her hand to separate Liao Zhenbo's, and her voice is full of suspicion.

"What does the lady think?" Liao Zhenbo's 360 degree handsome face suddenly enlarges in front of Fu Xiaoqian's eyes. The light tobacco flavor mixed with Liao Zhenbo's unique flavor suddenly strikes him. Forced Fu Xiaoqian want to retreat some, it is found that Liao Zhenbo do not know when the hand has been put behind her. This retreat is actually narrowing the distance between them faster. Update for the first time

"does madam think that we need to meet each other secretly behind others' back?" The smile on his face seemed to be a little stronger, and it seemed to have some narrow taste.

"You? Not that Mu Huan would like to. " The implication is that goods like Liao Zhenbo can't get into Mu Huan's eyes.

"Is your husband so miserable in your eyes?" The palm on her side suddenly tightened, and she took Fu Xiaoqian to the glass door.

By this sudden action, Fu Xiaoqian was so frightened that she had to put her hands around Liao Zhenbo's neck to prevent herself from falling. Startled, her chest undulates violently, and the abundance of her chest bumps into Liao Zhenbo's chest. Through the thin cloth, Fu Xiaoqian can feel the original heat.

She held her breath, then pushed her heel against the glass again. Her eyes crossed Liao Zhenbo's shoulder and glanced at an unknown point.

Just when she was unprepared, Liao Zhenbo suddenly bent down, held her lips and put the Qi in her body into her mouth. Fu Xiaoqian is so surprised to stare at that pair of good-looking eyes, and Liao Zhenbo's eyes intertwined, but I do not know how long it took, he finally let her go, and finally, did not forget to lick her soft and elastic lips. His voice with low breath, through some hoarse, "ice, do not breathe, I am afraid you will faint."

So, is he doing something good, sacrificing himself to do artificial respiration for her?

Such a cheeky person, Fu Xiaoqian simply some dare not compliment, she was a little angry, said, "thank you."

"You're welcome. You should." Liao Zhenbo perfectly deduces the true meaning of the sentence "if you get cheap, you sell yourself well". Then he reaches out his fingers as long as a pianist and wipes off the juice left on Fu Xiaoqian's red lips. "I'm willing to do anything for you."

Fu Xiaoqian's head deviated, her eyes fell on the huge glass wall, and her misty thoughts began to come back, "you really have a way, where did you get this glass wall?"

"I didn't deliver the wall. I just paid for it." Liao Zhenbo retreats from Fu Xiaoqian and looks at the glass wall from top to bottom with a smile on his face. He seems very satisfied with the effect of his money.

"Without your advice, I don't think anyone would dare to do such a big project here?" Fu Xiaoqian also turns around and looks at the wall from Liao Zhenbo's office. It's still different. There is no curtain on his side.

"Why don't you pull a cloth?" She knew the cloth, and he thought about her.

"Because I'm in front of you, there's nothing to hide." Liao Zhenbo's voice is very calm, as if to say a more ordinary words, but in Fu Xiaoqian's heart aroused a thousand waves. Update immediatelyHis words were too straightforward, but she deliberately wanted to ignore them. For Fu Xiaoqian, such a direct "confession" is now a shackle of her soul.

Too tired!

By his side, she found that she had too many things to think about.

"Don't disturb your work, you'll be busy first." Fu Xiaoqian wanted to push the door hidden in the glass wall as she came.

Liao Zhenbo grabs the wrist of the person who wants to leave. This woman wants to be the little turtle in her shell again. She wants to wait until she is willing to stick her head out and accept him. It seems that it will be a long time.

But he didn't want to give her such time, and he didn't want to let her go any more.

"Little tortoise, accompany me to work together, and then we go out to eat together, eh?" It sounds like a question, but the powerful palm tightly imprisons her wrist, so that she has no room to refuse.

"You're the tortoise. You're still a big tortoise too old to climb." Fu Xiaoqian was once again attracted attention by Liao Zhenbo's new nickname. She didn't notice the expression on Liao Zhenbo's handsome face.

"Old? Can't climb? " Liao Zhenbo turns around and looks at Fu Xiaoqian, who is far away from him. When he said these words, he spoke very slowly, but the ending was dragged very long by him, like holding these words in his mouth, rolling on the tip of his tongue, back and forth, as if chewing and digesting slowly, and as if with infinite aftertaste.

A pair of amber like, crystal clear eyes stare at Fu Xiaoqian's face like this, but stretch out at the bottom of the eyes and pull out the ambiguity. He suddenly stops and takes an arrow step to shorten their distance to only two centimeters. The hot and humid breath sprays on Fu Xiaoqian's small face, which is in a dazed state at the moment, "or do you want me to prove to you what I have How brave? "

Fu Xiaoqian just recovered and wanted to get the upper hand in front of this man. She thought that this should be an impossible task in her life. The first time to update

"bad." Clearly want to reprimand, but the voice with a deep sense of powerlessness. She turned her head and stepped, only to find that one of her hands was still controlled by him, and she shook her arm hard, trying to get out of his grip.

Liao Zhenbo was a sudden force, she just one percent of the push away, into a 99 percent close.

After a spin, in addition to a toe also points on the ground, the rest of the whole body are inclined to fall into his arms, "accompany me, eh?" The beautiful face of thousands of women in G city is close at hand. Mingming should be begging. Why does Fu Xiaoqian feel the charming tenderness of the room.

"Well." Fu Xiaoqian's thick curly eyelashes trembled and trembled again. Maybe the feeling was too heavy for her to bear. Finally, she closed them gently.

Liao Zhenbo, after printing a kiss on her jade like forehead, lifts her up and pulls her to the chair beside him.

"Sit here." He put Fu Xiaoqian on the chair and sat on the chair he had just pulled.

"It's not appropriate. It's going to make me look like I'm the host." Fu Xiaoqian stands up again and wants to change position with Liao Zhenbo.

"Mine is yours." Liao Zhenbo pulls Fu Xiaoqian back to the chair again. With his long arm stretched out and around her shoulder, he wants to get the document on his left hand.

"Here you are." Fu Xiaoqian has already found him. She takes up the document with both hands and passes it to him. Liao Zhenbo smiles and reaches for it. Yes, it seems that there is more and more tacit understanding between them.

Fu Xiaoqian, who has nothing to do, listlessly puts her eyes on her man. After watching her for a long time, she finally has to admit that this man who works hard is really charming.

Even if he works with his head down, he can't hide his long and straight posture. His meticulous hair is combed to the back of his ears. His neat temples reveal the man's ability and tidiness. When I write calmly, I can't find a bit of impetuousness at all. Some of my postures are indifferent and precious.

His three-dimensional face, thin lips and high side nose line set off his whole person more deeply and charming. The raised eyebrow bone makes the dark and rough eyebrow more three-dimensional and elegant. The narrow eyes are a bit of foreign domineering because of the double inside eyelids.

He noticed her examination, looked back and laughed at her, "hungry, almost finished, wait for me again." Then he buried himself in the papers again.

This person never said sweet words to him, but always put her on the top of his heart, feeling her warm and cold at any time.

How can she be.

Take this as a dream to enjoy it, there will always be a day to wake up, but not now, she said leisurely, "not hungry, I can wait."