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Because the final exam was over, Fu Sasa was able to skip the electives without psychological pressure. She sat on the bed with the quilt in her arms, leaned lazily against the pillow, and half-closed her eyes to see Master Wen cleaning the room.
The air-conditioning in the room was fully turned on, and the heavy curtains cut off the harsh sunshine of June. He picked up the messy clothes on the ground, tied up the plastic bags in the trash can, washed his hands, and came back to unpack the packed porridge.
The aroma of seafood porridge soon wafted away, Zhengji porridge shop lived up to its reputation, just smelling the taste makes people salivate.
Fu Sasha hasn't eaten since waking up. She is already hungry at this moment, and her body is sore and unbearable. She doesn't even have the thought of reaching out for a spoon. She blinks and stares at Wen Yang, implying that she wants to be fed. very obvious.
He smiled, gently pinched the disposable soup spoon with his slender fingers, first scooped up a spoonful, put it to his mouth and blew.
Fu Sasha stretched her neck eagerly, and before she opened her mouth, she saw him put the spoon into her mouth, stretched her eyebrows and eyes, and swallowed the food happily
a dog with no conscience.
He was actually still laughing, the laugh was low, and his dark eyes were full of misery.
Fu Sasa was really angry, and complained with a straight face: "Pu ¡õ¡õ ruthless, you are talking about people like you."
This crime is actually a bit heavy. Master Wen got up early in the morning and couldn't bear to wake her up. He went to the Internet celebrity porridge shop eight kilometers away under the scorching sun, just to buy her a bowl of the always-talking signboard. Seafood congee.
He was not annoyed at being kind as a donkey's liver and lungs. He put down the bowl and spoon, stood by the bed and bent down to touch her face.
The breathing from the tips of the two noses lingered, Fu Sasa blushed a little and her heart was beating. Last night's eclectic scene jumped out inappropriately. She shrank back and bluffed: "Why, did I say something wrong?"
"Are you complaining?" He rubbed the tip of her nose, lowered his voice, and paused every word: "Then I won't ¡õ¡õ, okay?"
Fu Sasha: ""
Once a person becomes a rascal, he is basically invincible.
Wen Yang raised her chin, licked her red and swollen lips again, and murmured softly, "Are you okay?"
Fu Sasa wanted to throw him with a pillow in desperation, but there was a big difference in strength, even though she was strong enough, it was greatly compromised by the whole night's torture. Before she had time to make a move, she was hugged to his lap again sit.
"Don't make trouble, hello."
He scooped up the porridge for her with his eyes downcast, his facial features were still exquisite, and when he was not smiling he looked cold and dusty, no matter what he couldn't connect with that frenzied beast.
Fu Sasa was a little distracted, staring at the beautifully curved thin lips, inexplicably, the roots of her ears felt hot. Last night he almost tasted her whole body, and the touch of the lips and tongue on the skin seemed to have not disappeared.
Sensing her flickering gaze, Wen Yang raised her eyes and parted the corners of her lips meaningfully: "Don't worry, I'll finish the porridge later and then I'll feed you."
Since I drank the porridge, how can I talk about feeding it?
Fu Sasa's brain was short-circuited, after thinking for a moment, she suddenly realized that she almost couldn't help but jump up: "No!"
She repeated very forcefully: "I just want to drink porridge." I don't want to eat meat.
Wen Yang smiled nonchalantly, wrapped his arms around her waist, and fed her spoonful after spoonful like coaxing a doll. I have to say that Zheng Ji is popular for a reason. The umami taste is all concentrated in the porridge, so delicious that the tongue will fall off.
Fu Sasa swallowed the last mouthful with satisfaction, and there was some white porridge on the corner of his mouth.
How should I put it, the traces of porridge are actually quite similar to some liquids, especially the way it hangs on the lips, in the eyes of caring people, it is very ambiguous. Young Master Wen also just tasted the sweetness, the young man is full of vigor, and now he is ready to move.
He helped her wipe off the stains, but his fingers still refused to leave. He rubbed her lower lip vaguely, and his eyes changed.
After last night's tragedy, Fu Sasa was able to clearly distinguish the signs before he came into heat. She didn't sleep at all in the second half of the night, and she was tossed and tossed by him, unlocking various positions, and as long as she couldn't help crying out, he would It will be more violent, and it will not treat her as a human being at all.
The deity of the beast in clothes and hats.
She opened her mouth and bit his fingertip, and after finally getting rid of that nasty hand, she said awkwardly: "Don't I still hurt."
The last three words sound like mosquitoes.
Wen Yang didn't make any further moves, and caught a glimpse of the bloodstain on the bed sheet, which had already darkened after one night. He frowned, and it was rare for him to reflect on whether it was too much last night, obviously she stillThe time to respond.
At this moment, it is the face of the capitalists, who refuse to waste a single minute of squeezed space.
Wen Yang was not surprised. He picked up the internal phone and called Jonny to come in. The latter rushed over with a decent smile on his face: "Wen" He thought for a while, and directly used Wen Yu's name: "Wen Dong .¡±
The young man's face was calm and wise beyond his age, and he logically and clearly arranged the first task: "Please help Qiao Te to notify the general managers in charge of the meeting in one hour. In addition, give me a mid-year inventory report."
Johnny was stunned for a moment, and his heart was full of turmoil. He was only in his early twenties, and his aura was not inferior to that of Wen Yu, and his decisiveness in handling official affairs was exactly the same as his old man.
He was overwhelmed with admiration, turned around and went to do things according to the prince's orders.
Wen's Group has raised more than a thousand people, and has a wide range of businesses. It mainly deals in three major industries: real estate, finance, and electronics. The morning meeting alone takes two hours.
It was only now that Wen Yang realized that Wu Yongmeng was good. Without comparison, there would be no harm. At school, he could still sleep soundly. In the company he basically slept in the lounge that came with the president's office.
Because he was too busy, he couldn't pick up his girlfriend to go home. He had already known when the high-speed rail would arrive, but looking at the mountain of official documents on the table, he felt a splitting headache and was at a loss for what to do.
Fu Sasa is also very strange. If you talk about the Cold War, it doesn't look like it, but if you want to intercede, it is better than Jin Jian. The two haven't seen each other for more than half a month, so he is not in a hurry.
It wasn't until Mrs. Wen called her before boarding the plane that Fu Xiaobawang suddenly understood the situation of Young Master Wen. The feeling was that Wen's couple went abroad to be cool and unrestrained, leaving their son to work alone.
Mrs. Wen was very gentle: "Sasha, he must really want to see you, if you are free, you can go to our company to take a part-time job in the summer vacation, I have arranged everything, you can find Johnny, and I will send you his phone number later. "
Fu Sasa agreed in a very hopeless way. The lovesickness attack was really hard, and she felt a little guilty. She left him and her roommate to go on a trip without even saying a word.
Just go to his company and give him a surprise.
The next day, after contacting the special assistant, she excitedly went to the mall to buy a high-end OL uniform. With flaming red lips, he went to report boldly and vigorously.
In the independent office of the president on the forty-seventh floor, Jonny was embarrassed for a long time, standing at the desk hesitating to speak. The boss's wife inexplicably said that she would arrange a secretary for the prince, and she was a college student without any work experience.
It was really hard for him to speak out, so he could only test: "Wen Dong, you are so busy with work, why don't you hire an intern to help?"
Wen Yang frowned, he couldn't believe that such idiot words would come out of Johnny's mouth. He flipped through another stack of meeting minutes without raising his head: "Is there anything else?"
Johnny became even more ashamed: "That's right, it's actually your mother"
Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion at the door.
Regardless of the security at the door, Fu Sasa tried her best to put on a pose: "I'm here to apply for the secretary of the domineering president!"
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