Inside, the afternoon sun shines brightly through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fu Ju, who was wrapped in sunlight, seemed to form a vague and dreamy circle of light.

The usual coldness has long since disappeared, and only tenderness remains.

"Bring a vase."

Fu Shu pressed the button on the desk to talk to the secretary, and hung up without leaving time for the other party to answer, only a simple command.

"Knock, knock."

The person at the door asks to enter.

Fu Yu pressed the button to open the door, and the person at the door came in with something in his hand.

The person who came was Xue Yan.

"President, this is the vase you wanted, and I have already added water to it."

As a thoughtful special assistant, Xue Yan took this matter into consideration after seeing Shi Yun bring a bouquet of flowers, and then prepared things after leaving, so he came quickly.

Fu Yu took the vase and carefully placed the rose in his arms in the vase.

The beauty seems to like this flower very much.

I must not tell the beauty that I picked it from the garden when I left home!

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Hey, hey, hey~

Old man, you didn't expect it, the flowers you were going to give my mother were cut off.

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You've even taken care of the thorns of the roses, and you're ready to pick them off for a few more days to make sure they're fresh for my mom.

I didn't expect it to be picked by me.

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Let you still talk to me this morning.

Hum ₍₍(̨̡ ̅᷄ᗣ ̅᷅)̧̢₎₎

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"What's wrong, are you not feeling well?"

The anxiety in Fu Ji's words was obvious, and he even stood up from his seat at once, the two were not far away, and Fu Ji hugged the young man's waist at once.

The teenager, who hadn't been proud for long, felt a little uncomfortable, his head was suddenly dizzy, and he wanted to vomit a little.

His eyebrows frowned slightly, the corners of his lips pressed down, and the young man subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands.

Before Shi Yun could react to his discomfort, and before he could even complete the transmission of pain, Fu Ji had already discovered the young man's discomfort at the first time.

The powerful arms wrapped around the young man's waist, and the discomfort gradually deepened, and Shi Yun, who was lying in Fu Yu's arms after the pain was transmitted.

The boy's lips were bloodied and turned white in an instant.

"What's wrong, don't be afraid, it's okay."

Fu Ji comforted the person in his arms with an excessively gentle voice, making people almost drown in it.

Probably no one has ever told Fu Ji that his voice is so healing.

Probably because no one had ever heard Fu Ji say this.

But Shi Yun in his arms can really feel the refreshing and pleasant, like a spring breeze.

Sure enough, a beauty is a beauty, and even the voice has healing power.

I'm going to stick to the beauties more in the future!

After listening to this, my mood suddenly brightened!