Chapter 151 - 151 Snuggle Under The Shower

As I enter the foyer of Deng Tai Resident Building, I see Mi Ke is on the telephone.

So I walk straight past his desk on my way to the lift. Plus, I don't feel like chatting.

"Thank you, goodbye. Hey! Wei Lin!" he shouts after me, and I stop and roll my eyes before turning to face him.

"What?" I shout back.

He shoves the phone into its cradle and hurries towards me.

"There a woman stopped by. And I've been tried calling up to President Feng but he didn't answer. So I couldn't let her up." He informs.

"A woman?" I ask. He's got my attention now.

"Yes, she was a nice woman with wavy hair. She said it was urgent, but of course, you know the rules here." He raises his eyebrows.

Oh yes, I know the rules and for once I'm relieved he has stuck to the rules.

Nice? Is she look nice? And, wavy hair?

I don't think that's Muxin,

"How old is she look like?" I ask.

He shrugs.

"Probably forty-something," He guessed.

Okay, now am sure that's isn't Muxin.

"She came by on what's time?" I ask.

He looks at his watch.

"Half an hour ago." He answers.

"Did she give her name?" I ask again.

He frowns.

"No, she didn't because I met her at the gate. And she was expecting that she able to go straight up to the penthouse, but when I didn't let her come through and I said that I have to call President first but then she started getting a bit vague with me." He says.

"Oh. No worries then. Thanks, Mi Ke," I pivot and carry on stride towards the elevators.

When I boarded to the lift and punch in the code.

Who's that? And she's a vague too, who thought she who she was that could march up to the penthouse unannounced?

As the elevators, doors open and I step out to find Feng Teng front door was open.

Hello!

Does he have no regard for home security? What is a thief barge in?

Yeah, surely here granted protected, because he has a twenty-four-hour concierge at the downstairs to monitoring thein and out, and added a team of security, but still, he needs to be a bit of common sense because that doesn't mean the security wouldn't go a miss.

Slowly, I shut the door behind me and instantly feel on my guard.

The speaker sound system is playing, but not as ear-piercing as like last time, but it's the song definitely playing that has me on edge.

It's the same one I walked into last Sunday when I found him drunk.

I run through the penthouse, leaving the music on. I walk in search for Feng Teng because that more important than turning off the song even it reminds me of that awful day.

In sense, I head straight for the terrace, but he's not there. Then I dump my bag and take the stairs two at a time and bolt into the bedroom.

There's! No him.

Where is he?

A panic like last time starts to flood me, but just then I hear the shower running when I near to the bathroom hallway.

Immediately, I fly into the bathroom and come to an abrupt stop when I found he was sat on the floor of the shower, n.a.k.e.d except for a pair of running shorts that are soaking wet and clinging to his thighs.

His back is against the cold tiled wall, his knees pulled up and his arms resting on top of them. His head is slumped as the water pour down around him.

Huh? What's going on here?

Seeing him like made my heart hurt awfully.

As a bolt as if he senses could sense, I'm here. Immediately, he lifts his head to meets my gaze.

He smiles mildly, but he clearly couldn't hide the torture was going on in his eyes.

Wondering, how long he has been like this?

I exhale a long breath of relief, mixed with a little exasperation, before walking straight into the shower with myself in fully clothed but I don't have time to care about it, I just settling myself in his lap, wrapping my arms and legs around his soaking body.

He buries his head in my neck.

" I miss you, I love you." He chanted those magic words.

"Yeah. I know you do. Hey, how many laps did you do?" I ask.

I knew that he has done this before. He ould running circling around the Zhong Shan park to distract himself...from me.

"Five," he answers flatly as if it's not a big deal at all.

"Honey, that's too much." I scold him.

We're talking fifty miles here. And I believe it's not a quick jog around the park to alleviate some stress.

Plus his body wasn't strong enough yet for this at the moment.

"Babe, I was freaked out when I reached home and you weren't here." He claims.

"And I almost got a heart attacked you know," He admits

"Sorry, I've kind of got that. That's must be definitely a thunderbolt for you." I say with only a light dash of sarcasm.

He shifts his hands to my h.i.p.s and tweaks my hipbone.

In a flash, I jerk away.

"Babe, you should have told me or leave me some notes," he says sternly.

Perhaps I should have, but he probably would've trampled it, and he can't be running a marathon every time we're apart.

"Sorry, I forgot but I was always coming back, right," I assure him.

"My dear, I'm here now. Look at me, I'm on your laps," I sarcasm but I only meant to assure him.

He exhales on a long breath but his eyes were locked on me. Then he snuggles deeper into my neck.

"Babe, I always wish you bloody could be on my laps here every minute," he grumbles. 

"Ow, you've had a drink." He mumbles in my neck.

Unbelievable, his nose very sensitive even the shower water was running through on mine.