Early the next morning, Fu Yiming came to the company and saw the familiar figure of Feng Wan at the secretary desk.
She was wearing a flesh-pink chiffon shirt and a knee-length skirt that draws a beautiful curve. It was an ordinary professional attire, but it inexplicably makes people feel that there is a kind of forbidden temptation.
He stared at it for a moment, and the appearance of Feng Wan twisting her slender waist and clenching her red lips gradually emerged in his mind.
Suddenly, his throat became hot and he pursed his lips subconsciously.
The corners of the lips pulled the muscles of the cheeks, and it hurt. After one night, the fingerprints on his face disappeared, but the swelling became worse.
Suddenly, Feng Wan looked straight over, saw him, bowed slightly: "Mr. Fu, good morning."
He recovered and cleared his throat: "Black coffee, no sugar, will be delivered in ten minutes."
"Yes."
Feng Wan found Fu Yiming's special cup, turned and walked to the pantry.
She put the coffee beans into the coffee machine, and while waiting, she found a clean towel and filled some ice cubes.
Xu Jing, a little girl who happened to be at the front desk, came over to pick up coffee along with a few colleagues.
"Secretary Feng, did you prepare that for President Fu? What's wrong with his face?"
The wound on Fu Yiming's face was so shocking that it was hard not to notice it.
Yesterday, she really felt that someone was touching her behind her back, so she couldn't hold back her action. She didn't expect Fu Yiming to be there, and he happened to catch her slap firmly with his face.
She said with a guilty conscience: "I don't know. Maybe he hit the wall accidentally."
Xu Jing asked curiously: "What wall can hit so badly? What's more, what did he hit against the wall?"
Who knows why he slapped her in the palm?
"Oh, by the way!" Xu Jing asked shyly, "I heard... Mr. Fu agreed to Xu Lang's regularization. Is it true or false?"
Feng Guan nodded: "I have submitted the regularization report to personnel. If nothing unexpected happens, the formalities can be completed next week."
"Really?" The little girl's eyes lit up.
The coffee machine stopped working. Feng Wan put the coffee on the tray, smiled knowingly, and said: "Office romance, our company has no objection!"
"Oh, Secretary Feng, what are you talking about!" Xu Jing shyly covered her face.
Feng Wan smiled and left the pantry.
She returned to the door of the president's office with coffee, and her steps were slightly stagnant.
Yesterday, her emotions and language were a little out of control. Most especially, she accidentally slapped Fu Yiming. With his character, it is impossible to be so casual.
Feng Wan couldn't figure out what he thought.
She took a deep breath, calmed her anxiety, knocked the door and walked in.
"Mr. Fu, your coffee."
Fu Yiming was standing in front of the mirror checking the injury on his left cheek with his face sideways, and seeing her coming in, he only gave a dull "mm".
Feng Wan didn't dare to move, but stood there quietly, squeezing her hands awkwardly.
"I was yesterday..." She bowed deeply, "I'm sorry."
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Provoking Fire
Romance[STORY NOT MINE. FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSES ONLY.] Rumor has it that Fu Yiming, president of Fu Group, is cold, ruthless, and extremely strict with his subordinates. But Feng Wan has been his secretary for five years. Until one day, Feng Wan was i...
