Sugar Mama Got a Male Celebrity Pregnant [Female A Male O] [ChatGPT Translation]

Main text Chapter 6

Wen Jue opened the glass jar on her desk, took out the last candy wrapped in thick paper, and put it in her mouth. She then resumed her usual work. "Wang Jue, we need to finalize the military expenses for the fourth quarter of the Interstellar Alliance," Ming Queer urgently contacted Wen Jue through the terminal. This matter didn't need to be dealt with today, but the flamboyantly dressed man in a suit next to the office, resembling a parrot, named Fang Min, adjusted his exquisite hairstyle and squatted down to urge him to contact Wen Jue. A woman's gentle yet mechanical voice came from the terminal: "Tell him to come in." Ming Queer's simple face immediately relaxed, feeling a sense of admiration for His Highness Wen Jue, who truly possessed absolute power to suppress Viscount Fang Min. Ming Queer looked up at the man next to him who could clearly hear the terminal's voice. "You. . ." he blushed, whispering softly. Fang Min retracted his arrogant demeanor, raising his chin: "Go ahead!" In reality, there was nothing important about coming today.

He Suo Fang Min was just idle with nothing to do, staying in the office unable to find any handle on Wen Jue, so he had to take the initiative to attack.

"Quick, sign!" The man had neatly combed black hair, wearing a high-end custom-made suit that highlighted every inch of his well-cut figure like a peacock displaying its feathers.

Wen Jue didn't even blink, signing the last virtual document into the terminal system.

With the pen tip, she smoothly wrote "He Suo Wen Jue" on the document handed over by Fang Min.

The man looked a bit stunned, dryly taking back the document.

His expression strange, he muttered softly, "Signing so quickly must have been premeditated. . ."

Wen Jue put down the pen in her hand, stood up, still wearing a sharp blue and white military uniform, exuding the power and strong oppression of an alpha.

Seeing Wen Jue preparing to leave, Fang Min took a step to the left, blocking the woman's path.

Wen Jue remained calm and fixed her gaze on his face, the smile on her lips far from the elegance she appeared to have. She had not taken off her frameless glasses, and the focus of her pupils seemed to restrain the tall man's breath like invisible hands.

"Stock Control Officer, do you have something to report?"

Although her tone was flat, Fang Min always felt a hint of provocation.

"Where. . . where are you going!?" Fang Min inexplicably felt a bit nervous about his cousin, who had a bad temper, and questioned loudly.

The woman took off her glasses, and her almond-shaped eyes returned to their usual state of neither close nor distant.

Her fingertips tapped on the table.

"It's the end of the workday, Stock Control Officer."

Fang Min was an alpha male adult, and every time he faced off with Wen Jue, he felt an urge to tear her apart.

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The man's eyes were fixed on Wen Jue, begging to see her in a state of panic and confusion. Unfortunately, Wen Jue was like stagnant water, unable to be stirred by any storm.

Wen Jue put down her coat and took a step towards the man. Her head was aching a bit, this person was giving her a headache, an unnecessary presence. . .

"What are you doing. . ." Fang Min felt uncomfortable under the man's gaze and shrank his neck.

Soon, he moved in a way to relieve the pressure, "Bang"! His big hand grabbed the edge of the table to barely maintain his standing posture, frowning and gritting his teeth: "Wen Jue, you crazy person, how. . . do you want to kill me? Do you want to kill me like you killed Uncle He Suo!?"