ected crumbled to pieces!Just now, she didn't dare to show her true feelings in front of that pervert, afraid that he would suddenly go crazy and do something to her. So she pretended to be calm.At th...As the night grows deep and all is still.

Fu Yan, in order to accommodate Huo Mingzheng and avoid backaches, sat on the carpet. After he finished reading a page of documents, she would turn over the next page for him.

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He scanned the last page, taking in ten lines at a glance.

"Stamp it."

Fu Yan took out his personal seal from the box. This was already her fifth document stamped. If Ji Lin knew, he would definitely tease her for being a heartless stamping machine and a heartless page-turning machine.

He is heartless, Fu Yan knows nothing about it; she only knows Huo Mingzheng is truly a rascal.

Such a small matter, Cao Fang and Cao Yuan could help anyone. How could it possibly be her turn, an outsider from another company

Yet, his words about moral obligation somehow tied her up.

He changed to a new file, Huo Mingzheng browsed the first page, "Get a pen."

Fu Yan handed the pen on the table to him, but he didn't even touch it. "My left-hand writing is not good-looking," he said.

Fu Yan pursed her lips. President Huo's requirements for himself were indeed high. He was injured, so how could the company people still demand that his writing be beautiful Besides, even if he wrote like a crawling dog, no one would dare to say anything because of his status and position.

"You write."

Fu Yan was stunned. "How could I write"

"It's just about taking notes, not asking you to sign. Aren't you supposed to be imitating my handwriting Let me see how much like mine it is." Huo Mingzheng looked into her eyes.

Fu Yan's face flushed instantly. She had been practicing Huo Mingzheng's calligraphy, and previously at the old residence, Old Master Huo had asked her to write a few brushstrokes. He saw them, and later used it to tease her.

Facing Huo Mingzheng's teasing gaze, Fu Yanhe let out a chuckle: "Since Mr. Huo isn't afraid, what am I afraid of Just say it."

Huo Mingzheng saw her holding the pen with an indifferent expression, a faint arc at the corner of his lips.

His voice is deep and pleasant, with clear pronunciation.

Before Fu Yanlai came to Nanshi, she spoke Cantonese. Her Mandarin wasn't very standard, of course, and at the time, she didn't think Mandarin sounded that good either, until she heard Shao Nian Shi Huo Mingzheng speak.

She only thought Mandarin was alright at first, but later she put a lot of effort into learning it and now speaks it with a standard accent.

Ho Mingzheng looked at the characters she wrote. They were five points like his, but they also had a graceful touch, quite feminine.

And then

Huo Mingzheng retracted his gaze without a trace, continuing to speak.

As Fu Yan wrote and wrote, Huo Mingzheng's speaking speed got faster and faster. In order to keep up with the pace, she propped her elbow on the table, turned her body sideways, and by the time she finished writing a paragraph, she unknowingly ended up right between Huo Mingzheng's legs.

Her heart pounded like a drum. Thankfully, Huo Mingzheng didn't notice anything amiss and continued to have her flip through the documents.

Once again, there was a need for annotation. This time, Huo Mingzheng slowed his pace, allowing her to keep up easily. He watched with composure as she walked between his legs, seeming to be enveloped by him.

Having reached the last page, Fu Yan yawned and set the document aside, then picked up another one and spread it out on the table.

It turns out Huo Mingzheng has such a heavy workload every day.

The sourness in Fu Yanxin's heart felt like soda water with the cap popped open, making her chest ache.

She yawned again, rolled her eyes, trying to wake herself up.

Huo Mingzheng came up from behind, tucking the strand of hair that fell beside her ear back behind it. "Tired"

He glanced at the time, it was 11:43 PM.

Fu Yan nodded lightly, then yawned again, her eyes were watery and she looked pitiful.voice was hoarse and dry: "A-Zheng..."Ho Mingzheng sat on the round stool beside the bed, taking the bowl from Cao Fang's hand. He stirred it with a spoon a few times. Cao Fang walked over and pressed...