Chapter Twenty-Four: It's all because Miss Wen is too sensitive
Immediately, she moved to the side, turned around, and separated Zhou Anqian from the baby with her body: "Mother Wu, remember to pour tea for the guests." β
Zhou Anqian watched her movements, and after a while, she raised the corners of her lips and smiled slightly, turned a corner, walked to Wen Rou and leaned over slightly, stretched out a hand to touch the baby's round face, and her voice was extraordinarily gentle: "The baby hasn't seen me for so long, does he miss me?"
As he spoke, he moved his hands under the baby's armpits and tried to pick him up.
Wen Rou naturally sensed the woman's intentions, her heart tightened, and she subconsciously protected the baby, but she was afraid that the dispute would hurt the baby, and in a panic, Zhou Anqian had already held the baby in her arms.
She glanced contemptuously at the gentleness who stood in place, hooked her red lips and smiled, and teased the baby in her arms carelessly, and said something meaningful: "Little baby, can I take you to play? Unlike some people who can't protect you." Isn't it?"
Wen Soft was stunned for a moment, slowly stiffened her body, lowered her eyelids, and didn't make a sound, if she wasn't afraid of hurting the baby, how could she not protect her child?
Suddenlyβ
"Woo woo ......" The baby who was still smiling just now suddenly began to struggle, his eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled, and his pink lips were deflated, so he fell two lines of tears, crying in Zhou Anqian's arms, "Mom... Mom...."
The baby has a lot of strength, pulling Zhou Anqian's long hair scattered on his shoulders, punching and kicking her, there was a severe pain on the scalp, Zhou Anqian frowned, and his face changed for three seconds, but he still coaxed him patiently: "Baby, don't cry, don't cry." β
The baby's cry is getting louder and louder, tearing the heart, like an invisible hand, pulling the soft heart to pain.
She clenched her hands, walked forward quickly, neatly took the baby from Zhou Anqian's arms, hugged her in distress, and coaxed in a low voice: "Good baby, mom is here, don't be afraid." β
She gently patted the baby's back, and hummed the baby's favorite tune in the past few days, in the soft melody, the crying baby's crying gradually became smaller, and finally closed his eyes in the soft arms, and fell asleep.
The smile on the corner of Zhou Anqian's mouth gradually rose, looking at the eyebrows and eyes of the two of them, the emotions in his eyes changed and changed, and his heart was on fire.
Feed the unfamiliar white-eyed wolf! Where is she not as good as this blind man?
The long nails sank deep into the palms of her hands, she took a few deep breaths, suppressed her emotions, pinned her hair back to the roots behind her ears, she pulled her lips and smiled: "I haven't come for a few days, why is there some rustiness between the baby and me?"
The right question is nothing more than a gentle and deliberate attempt to provoke the relationship between the baby and her.
Wen Rou bit her lower lip fiercely: "Miss Zhou's perfume smell is a little heavy today." β
Then he tentatively touched the baby's face, and he was already asleep peacefully, and it happened that Wu's mother came with the shallow water for Zhou An, and her tone was a little indifferent: "The baby is asleep, I won't accompany Miss Zhou." Mother Wu, please help me upstairs. β
"Yes, ma'am. Mother Wu put down the water, heard Wen Rou say this, hurriedly went up to support her, and glanced at Zhou Anqian reproachfully, although she was standing far away just now, she saw it all, she actually snatched the child directly from Mrs. Wang's arms!
Mother Wu helped Wen Rou to move forward steadily, and when she walked to Zhou Anqian's side, she deliberately bumped into her, Zhou Anqian was knocked back a step, her pretty face was full of disbelief, and after being stunned for a few minutes, she was full of anger.
How dare a subordinate do this to her?
Seeing that the backs of the two were about to disappear around the corner of the second floor, Zhou Anqian wanted to catch up.
At this time, the door of the study on the second floor suddenly opened, and the man's majestic and sturdy figure stood at the door, Zhou Anqian's face changed rapidly, her eyes were soft, the corners of her lips were downward, and she stretched out her hands to Fu Tingxiao to make a helpless gesture: "Miss Wen seems to be too sensitive to me." β
Fu Tingxiao frowned, his inky eyes looked at the clock on the wall, seven o'clock in the evening, it was indeed not time to go to bed. Then he retracted it without a trace, and walked downstairs.
He handed a stack of documents to Zhou Anqian and sat down on the sofa with a faint expression: "How long can it be translated?"
Zhou An bent his eyebrows, sat down beside him, lowered his eyelashes, opened the document and read it carefully.
She naturally knew the importance of this document in her hand, and it was Fu's first step into the European market, so she looked at everything very carefully.
Sharpened fingers flipped through the pages until the last paragraph, she closed the file, wrapped her hair around the roots of her ear, and confidently replied, "Tomorrow, it will be on your desk." β
After receiving the answer, Fu Tingxiao retracted his gaze indifferently, nodded without any opinion, hummed lightly, and then instructed the servant to call the driver to send Zhou Anqian back.
"Wait. I have one more thing. Zhou Anqian sat up straight, his lips were slightly raised, his smile was bright and moving, and when he spoke again, he had already subtly changed his title: "Mr. Fu, I just learned a news that the person in charge of the working group for the European project had some accidents, and I am afraid that I will not be able to participate in this plan." Why don't you let me go, I can help the company solve this urgent need. β
Touching Fu Tingchen's cold gaze, she was not afraid at all, "I know that the location of this conversation is more suitable for the company, but time is in a race, and the opportunity is fought for by yourself." β
Hearing this, Fu Tingxiao lifted his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhou Anqian's direction, and his dark eyes were particularly deep: "Could it be that in Miss Zhou's eyes, there is no one available in the Fu family?"
Zhou Anqian was stunned for a moment, where would he have thought that his words would be extended to this meaning.
But soon, she stabilized her mind and suddenly smiled: "Didn't Mr. Fu see that it was precisely because there were too many talents, so I had to seize the opportunity to recommend myself as soon as possible? Of course, I think my professional level is very suitable." β
As she spoke, Zhou Anqian straightened her back proudly, she was a doctor from Stanford, and business was her forte, how could she always be willing to be a translator.
Fu Tingxiao put his hands around his chest, leaning on the sofa, his eyes were arrogant but he didn't speak, Zhou Anqian was not in a hurry, he just waited quietly, and after a while, he finally heard the man's deep voice: "Happy cooperation." β
Zhou An's shallow and tight brows gradually relaxed, and he was happy in his heart, but he still maintained a calm face, "Happy cooperation, good night." β
After saying that, he turned to leave, and the smile on his lips was infinite.
What Fu Tingxiao needs is never a silk flower who needs to live dependent on him, but a smart person who can keep pace with him.
Obviously, soft and incompetent.
Although there is still a distance between them now, it will soon ......
Thinking of this, there seemed to be something tumbling in the amber tea eyes, but it quickly subsided.