Zhou Anqian's smile froze on his face instantly, and he didn't expect to get this kind of answer.

It wasn't until Yu Changfeng got out of the car to take over the things that she returned to her naturalness, brushed her hair, hooked the corners of her lips, but there was no smile in her eyes: "I also happened to remember that there are still a few copies of the document that have not been opened, so it will be hard for Secretary Yu." ”

Fu Tingxiao had already withdrawn his gaze from her, and when he heard the sound of the car door closing, he commanded in a low voice: "Drive." ”

The voice was low and cold, without a hint of nostalgia.

Zhou Anqian stood in place, her amber tea eyes watched the car drive away all the way, the smile on the corner of her mouth slowly narrowed, she bit her lip slightly, and was puzzled:

What the hell went wrong, it was fine a few days ago.

Don't......

She couldn't help but have a picture in her mind, in the sunny attic, a woman in a white dress sitting in front of the piano, her fingers rhythmically rising and falling, and the heavenly music pouring slowly, the scene was so beautiful and pure...

The hand hanging by her side clenched unconsciously, she must not lose to such a woman!

Thinking of this, she took out her mobile phone, tapped the screen quickly, and after sending the message, she returned to her usual smile and walked into the company.

It's just a flash of darkness under the eyes, but it quickly disappears.

......

The car was parked steadily outside the Fu family's villa, the documents were put away, and Fu Tingxiao got out of the car steadily.

As soon as he entered the door, the woman's gentle voice came into her ears, humming a nursery rhyme.

On the sofa, the soft long hair was pushed to the side of the shoulder, the exposed earlobes were small and fair, and the slender neck was slender, holding the baby in his arms with a low face, his palm was gently patted, and his body swayed slightly with the melody of the song.

Fu Tingxiao's slender legs stood in place, a pair of deep black eyes stared at Wen Rou quietly, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, her expression was relaxed, and she was trembling in front of him, as if she were facing a great enemy.

"Madame, you sang so well, the baby was crying just now, and now he is asleep. Wu's mother said softly while wiping the table and cleaning up the mess of the baby's crying just now.

The soft eyes are full of indissoluble tenderness, and the melody on the lips seems to be more gentle and melodious.

"Fu Shao. Yu Changfeng suddenly broke the harmony of the room, and he followed Fu Tingxiao in, carrying a few gift boxes in his hands.

Hearing this, the music in the soft mouth stagnated, and he almost bit his tongue.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a blazing light, following her closely, she sat up straight, her body tense like a clockwork string, and she was shocked, when did he come back, she didn't even notice it.

Fu Tingxiao's face was gloomy, and his sharp gaze swept over, falling straight on Yu Changfeng.

The man's dark eyes were narrow and deep, Yu Changfeng's heart trembled, and he immediately took a few steps back, and buried his head fiercely, "The gifts that Miss Zhou prepared for Mrs. and the little master, you forgot." ”

A voice of Miss Zhou made Wen Soft's heart tremble, the baby no longer needs Zhou Anqian's care, why does she still send these things, is she afraid that the baby will forget her?

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, so she could only try to keep her voice calm and call Mother Wu to pick up something, "Then please help me thank Miss Zhou." ”

Yu Changfeng and Fu Tingxiao said hello and left quickly, accompanied by the sound of the car engine, the huge villa also quieted down in an instant, but the feeling of thorns in the back still did not disappear.

Wen Soft put the baby back in the bassinet, with a reluctant smile on her face, her red lips opened several times, and finally spoke: "Miss Zhou doesn't have to take care of the baby now, and she is still bothered like this, isn't it ......a little too good?"

There was only silence in the room that answered her, and her soft and slender fingers were picking at her palms without pressing, and the whole person was a little at a loss. She pursed her lips, a little regretful, what she said just now should be considered more carefully, and she shouldn't be so anxious.

After a while, she endured the sourness in her heart and smiled softly: "By the way, are you and Miss Zhou okay working today?"

Fu Tingxiao's tall body stood in the center of the hall, narrowing his dark eyes, all kinds of emotions rolling, he walked in front of her, an indescribable chill shrouded in his broad figure, his thin lips curled up a sneering arc, and after a pause, he didn't say a word, and went straight upstairs.

The soft fan-like eyelashes fluttered again and again, and the corners of his mouth were pulled, revealing a bitter smile, how he didn't like it.

The clock on the wall rotates, and the hands point to six o'clock.

At dinner time, the refreshing aroma of the kitchen whets your appetite.

Gently blow the broth in the spoon, feed it carefully to the baby, and carefully wipe the soup dripping from the corner of the baby's lips with a bib.

"Madam, I'd better feed you, you have to eat yourself. Mother Wu watched from the side and said softly.

Gently shook her head softly and fed the baby two more bites.

After feeding the baby, Wen Soft and carefully held the baby to Wu's mother, and just picked up the chopsticks with his hand, but suddenly stopped.

"Mother Wu, what about him?"

Wu's mother stroked the baby's back: "After going upstairs, I didn't see Mr. come down, so he should still be in the study, right?"

The soft and delicate eyebrows were slightly twisted, Fu Tingxiao has always had a bad stomach, how can he do it without eating?

"I'll call it. Wen Rou left his seat, held his cane, and walked upstairs step by step.

All the way to the outside of Fu Tingxiao's study, his soft hand stopped in the air, and he didn't have the courage to knock down.

She is not Zhou Anqian, and she has no privilege to do things he doesn't like.

Reason slowly returned, she took two steps back, and was about to leave, at this time, the door of the study was opened from the inside, and a burst of mint fragrance that belonged to Fu Tingxiao came overwhelmingly, and she apologized softly and subconsciously: "I'm sorry, I'm ...... I didn't mean to, I just ......"

Suddenly—

Without warning, a hand grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the room.

"Bang!" The door to the study was closed again, and Wen Soft's whole body was pressed against the door, her eyes widened in shock, and the words that had not yet been spoken were blocked by a deep kiss!

In an instant, Wen Soft's mind was blank, and Fu Tingxiao imprisoned her arms above her head, unable to resist.

At the end of the kiss, Wen Soft gasped, and before she could come back to her senses, the whole thing had been picked up horizontally, and in an instant, a cold and hard touch hit her back.

It's a desk.

"No ......"

Wen Rou hurriedly stopped her, and the man's fingers slid down and forcibly peeled off her shirt.

"Thunderbolt ......"

She whispered his name and tugged at Fu Tingxiao's shirt, hoping that Fu Tingxiao would stop his next move.

At least, not here.

Fu Tingxiao didn't seem to hear it, a kiss slowly went down from his forehead, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his soft palm, and his body trembled slightly, but he gradually let go of his hand.