Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“See you again.”
After President He left, Lu Zhaoyang looked at Xiang Jinxi, arching her eyebrows. “Personal relationship is also a type of capability.”
Xiang Jinxi looked at her as she took a sip of the wine. He had wanted to tell her that guy apparently only talked to her simply because she had worked for Huo Yunting before.
What personal relationship?
Without Huo Yunting, who would give a hoot to a mere secretary.
But for a former secretary to be able to do this, it was rare.
After talking to several bigwigs of the business world, Lu Zhaoyang found that Xiang Jinxi had extensive experience and knowledge.
There was a good side to traipsing around outside.
Lu Zhaoyang and Xiang Jinxi left before the party ended.
Xiang Jinxi sent her back to her apartment. She thanked him and got out of the car. While walking toward the entrance, she saw a familiar figure.
Huo Yunting leaned on the car, smiling and waved at her.
Lu Zhaoyang buried her face in her hands; he came again.
Huo Yunting came up, held her wrists, and pulled her toward him. The burning aura of the man began to surround her.
Her back pressed against the car door as Huo Yunting held her with both arms.
There was a sudden faint hint of anger in Huo Yunting’s sloe eyes. Even his tone of voice was grave. “Have you taken my words seriously?”
“What did I do wrong?” Lu Zhaoyang asked impatiently with her armed cross, looking around to find a way out.
Huo Yunting suddenly bowed his head until the tip of his nose touched hers.
Lu Zhaoyang’s body tensed up only to hear his magnetic voice in her ears. “Can you smell what is on your body?”
She was reeking of booze. How dare she drank again. Had she forgotten she had stomach issues?
“I have gotten better recently.”
She did not drink much. But on such occasions, alcohol smell was inevitably strong.
“I do not want to see you in the hospital again.”
This woman was on the loose since she worked in a new company.
Seeing her lowering her head, he went on to say, “Why not come back? Every cell in my body welcomes you.”
Lu Zhaoyang was flamed with resentment; it was more like every cell in his lower body welcomed her.
“I am not going back! Do not disturb my work and I need to rest.”
She crouched slowly, got out from under his arm, and ran off upstairs without looking back.
Huo Yunting had long legs; he followed by pacing behind her. It seemed slow, but he was right behind her all the while.
Unashamedly, Huo Yunting forced himself through the door. Presumptuously, he said, “Lu Zhaoyang, shouldn’t you buy me a pair of slippers?”
“In your dreams! Every cell in my body does not welcome you!”
She threw her bag on the sofa and turned to walk into the shower. She was exhausted.
Huo Yunting took off his shoes, and now, barefooted in her house.
When Lu Zhaoyang came out of the shower room, Huo Yunting was already lying in bed, with his clothes off.
“You… you…” He got in Lu Zhaoyang’s hair so much so that she could barely manage a word.
“I already took a shower before I came. Here, sleep.” Huo Yunting flipped open the quilt and gestured her to sleep beside him.
Lu Zhaoyang looked away from his naked body. She was too tired to argue with him so she got into bed acquiescently.
The lights were off. Lu Zhaoyang closed her eyes. A pair of hands swam up to her belly and slowly moved up her chest.
She grabbed and stopped Huo Yunting’s loose hands. “No, I am tired.
He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Are you drunk?”
