C20 Same Office

"It's also stated in these agreements?" She pointed at the table and chairs on the other side in disbelief.

"Something like that."

Fu Xiaoqian was stunned by the table for a good quarter of an hour. It was as if he had made a huge decision. He did not stop for a moment. He turned his head and walked quickly towards the heavy wooden door.

"What are you doing?" A low voice came from behind, stopping her anxious footsteps.

"I …" She wondered if she should tell him what she had in mind.

She heard the sound behind her, one step ahead of her, breaking the tension in her heart.

"Go find Haoyu?" Liao Zhenbo raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly. After receiving a confirmation from Fu Xiaoqian, he opened his mouth leisurely, "Other than me, no one else would dare to show that document to you."

"Then …"

"I can show it to you, but it depends on my mood." He always seemed to read her mind and give her his answer before she did.

At this moment, Fu Xiaoqian had the urge to go on a rampage. The document that had the power of law bound her feet together like a pair of invisible hands. She was unable to move an inch.

She hated the feeling, but she could only obediently do as she was told.

'Why is it always so impulsive? ' She kept asking herself these questions, but it only made her feel wronged. She picked up a piece of paper, grabbed a pencil, and began to write something on it.

A pair of narrow stars locked onto the top of someone's head. It was only when the person slightly moved that they quickly retracted their sight as if they were escaping. Update First Time

However, he discovered that the dense and overlapping large characters on the piece of paper were basically all showing Fu Xiaoqian the limited curses he could think of on this piece of white paper. "Bastard, scoundrel, scoundrel!"

She could not help but laugh involuntarily. The pencil on the paper snapped under her strength, without a sound of 'pa'. She realized that most of her anger had already dissipated.

Grabbing the paper, he kneaded it into a ball and threw it into a nearby paper basket. Before someone could discover it, he quickly destroyed the corpse. Otherwise, with her narrow-minded personality, she would probably have to resort to some evil tricks later.

Fu Xiaoqian tidied up his emotions and realized that he was bored out of his mind. He stared blankly at the white paper in front of him, not knowing what to say to pass the time.

Suddenly, the pleasant surprise that he had asked for from her the night before flashed through his mind.

She pulled another sheet of white paper from one side and picked up the pencil again. The first thing he did was to press the pen cap against his lower lip, letting his thoughts wander to the memory of someone else.

Lately, she seemed to be thinking less about him, and the lines of her familiar face had become faintly blurred.

Once upon a time, their favorite thing to do was to sit quietly while he handled his affairs. She would sit by the side and set up a flower rack, describing her admiration and love for him, line by line, on a piece of paper.

He said that these were the best gifts she had ever given him, and that he would collect them all until the old day, when he would take them out and slowly admire them, taste them, and savor them.

However, at this moment, even what she loved to do the most had become unfamiliar to her.

Could it be that distance was not beauty, but unfamiliarity and indifference?

No, no.

She tried her best to follow the familiar traces of the past painting, searching for the imprint that had once been carved into her heart.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a terrifying voice rang out from above her head, causing Fu Xiaoqian to shudder. Her hands loosened up and the pencil slipped out of her grasp. Then, the pencil rolled and fell to her feet.

She raised her head and locked eyes with him. Perhaps it was because the coldness on his face that had accumulated for so long had seeped into her bone marrow. The cold that emanated from within her body still caused her to involuntarily tremble.

He opened his mouth timidly, but there was no hint of regret in his eyes, "I have nothing to do. "Update as soon as possible"

"So, you can use it for private purposes?" Each word carried a cold chill, as if they carried the dampness from hell. They brushed past Fu Xiaoqian's skin and penetrated his pores, gradually sinking into his body. A chill rose from the depths of his heart.

"I just want to consolidate my skills." Her defense was so pale and weak.

"Pen skills? Are you sure you're not consolidating someone's impression in your mind? " His tall figure approached step by step, enveloping her within that ice-cold darkness.

He grabbed the drawing paper on the table, and the pair of eyes that were condensed with ice, instantly focused on her slightly stiff face. He grabbed the drawing paper, and the eyes that were condensed with ice, instantly condensed onto her slightly stiff face.

His long arm drew a graceful arc over their heads, turning into a sky of snow that fell on their heads, faces, shoulders, hearts.

Her heart ached as her tears uncontrollably blinded her eyes. "Bastard, then …" But I thought about it for a long time before I drew it.

Liao Zhenbo stared at Fu Xiaoqian with his long and narrow almond-shaped eyes. The sparkling look on her face stung his eyes, causing him to want to punish her.

He grabbed her waist with his long arm and pulled her tightly into his embrace. His strong arm couldn't help but tighten, as if he wanted to embed her into his own body.

Her slim waist throbbed under the yoke of his violent strength, and as if all the organs in her body had shifted in an instant, she put her arms on his chest and tried to push him away.

His powerful aura struck her head and face in all directions. Xie Kui's face was being suppressed, making it impossible for her to avoid him. Her ice-cold lips were pressed against her tightly pursed lips.

The warm sensation under his lips and the babylike sweetness lingering around his nose caused something that was tightly locked in his heart to suddenly snap. It was only for a moment, but it was no longer a shallow peck that could satisfy him.

As if a dried fish had discovered the long-awaited clear spring, every cell in his body was clamoring in an attempt to seize even more.

He raised his arm and held the back of her head in place so that she would be closer to him. There was not a single gap, and every arc was so perfect that it was as if it was created for him.

A small flame flickered in his deep eyes. It seemed as if a prairie fire had sprung up. He bit down on her red lips with a sense of punishment, domineering and ruthless. He forced open her lips, pushed the tip of his tongue against her teeth, and reached into her mouth to suck the tongue she avoided. She felt a bit of pain, but the entanglement between her lips became more and more intense, and no matter how she tried, she couldn't push him away.

Staring at her watery eyes, her face turned red, and she found it hard to breathe.