Chapter 650： I am Bai Yueguang (12)

650 I am Bai Yueguang (12)

"Mr. Fu, knowing that you stayed up late last night to work overtime, I brought you a few side dishes. Yao Bai fried pork, sweet and sour lotus root slices, the old soup of the eight treasure duck, and your favorite meat foam stew egg. Did n’t you have a good meal? Do you want to see if these dishes suit you? "

I cooked the dishes on the side table.

The enticing aroma of the food immediately flooded the office.

Originally, Fu Yue was too busy to forget the time, and did not eat in the morning. When the aroma of the food flew out, the forgotten hunger suddenly emerged.

He has a light taste. These dishes are indeed his favorite.

However, everything goes to the Three Treasure Hall.

Wang Yue, a woman, is too deep-minded. Every time she sees her as a demon, she always pays more attention.

Fu Yue: "What's the matter, let's talk."

Xia Ling: "It's okay, but I heard that the crew's affairs have been resolved, and I bought some favorite ones, to please them."

Fu Ji: "... I see."

Unexpectedly, the woman said so straightforwardly, Fu Yue was stunned for a moment.

Before trying to please him, he always hid, with that sweet smile, Fu Ji looked at his appetite, but was also happy.

Now the style is a bit wrong.

Xia Ling: "Mr. Fu, the Babao Laoya soup will not taste good when it's cold. You have a bad stomach and always have to eat on time."

Fu Yue looked at her, she was wearing a lace dress and light makeup on her face.

Compared with the heavy makeup on weekdays, Wang Yue looks like she is much younger.

Helped her solve the nine-million liquidated damages, and you should get paid.

Fu Ji thought, got up and sat a few tables later.

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Su Bai took the lunch box and helped him to hold rice and soup.

The daylight in the office is very good, her white and delicate cheeks are almost transparent in the sun.

A few strands of hair hung down from the ears and looked unsightly.

Fu Yue raised his hand and helped Xia Ling put his hair behind his ear.

The fingertips accidentally touched the woman's cheek, and the touch was very delicate, just like a thickening of fat.

His fingertips suddenly burned, and Fu Yue withdrew his hand calmly.

Xia Ling looked up at Fu Yue.

In consciousness, "a tree with flowers" lights up.

Fu Ji lowered his head and only looked at the bowl of rice in front of him.

The crystal-clear rice was stared at him as if there was any jewelry on the rice.

Xia Ling smiled, only when the scene just didn't happen.

"Eat. Do you have to work this afternoon?"

Fu Ji: "Well, there will be a meeting immediately."

Xia Ling said a few words, but Fu Ji didn't answer much.

So she speeded up her meal.

When she was full, Fu Yue was still eating.

She held her face and looked at him for a while.

The man has a beautiful eyebrow, a slender figure, a straight nose, and a powerful face when he stretches his face.

The pair of hands holding chopsticks, slender ten fingers, showed a distinct sense of strength in the bones under the bright light.

Fu Ji's body is very strong, with a slightly wider shoulders and long legs, which looks very nice.

When she looked at her like this, Fu Yue wanted to pretend to be invisible.

Fu Yue put down the tableware.

He looked at her, and from her eyes, he saw her unabashed admiration, appreciation ... and fascinated.

Fu Yue coughed.

Fu Ji: "I'm full."

No matter what trick Wang Yue played, he couldn't like her anymore. Her only use for him was to wipe away those traces of feelings.

Xia Ling smiled, "Mr. Fu, are you going to treat me so coldly?"

It seemed that the closer she approached, the more he stepped back, like a big cat drawing the boundaries of the site with her.

Fu Yue: "Wang Yue, what do you want?"

"How is it?" Xia Ling smiled sweetly, "Who accepted me as a lover, and specifically to kill me, you almost succeeded."

"Unfortunately--"

"Thanks to the slaps that Qin Qing gave me. Without her, I really thought I was a little princess held by President Fu."

"Mr. Fu ..."

Bypassing the coffee table, her delicate face was innocent, and she pressed the armrest of the chair beside him with her hand, staring at Fu Yue.

His lips are thin and light, and his lips look perfect, but he looks cold and thin with his mouth closed.

He likes to frown, so there are some shallow folds in his eyebrows.

"What are you doing?" Fu Ji stretched his body.

Xia Ling raised his lips and kissed Fu Yue.

Fu Ji's thin lips are scented with rice, which is the taste of Babao Duck just now.

(End of this chapter)