Chapter 24 Their Relationship

Fu Siyan's voice was deep, strong and commanding, leaving no room for criticism.

Does she have the right to say no?

Jiang Wan bit her lower lip and responded in a low voice: "I understand."

Fu Siyan seemed to be satisfied with her answer. He waited patiently for Jiang Wan to finish her breakfast, and thoughtfully picked up a tissue to wipe away the oil stains from the corners of her mouth.

Jiang Wan was not used to such intimate behavior and wanted to avoid it, but Fu Siyan held her shoulder.

His strength was controlled just right, not painful or itchy, but making it impossible to break away.

Jiang Wan was in a state of confusion. Thinking of last night's scene, she didn't dare to look at Fu Siyan. She lowered her head and tried to avoid Fu Siyan's burning gaze.

Fu Siyan refused to let her go.

He raised his other hand and lifted Jiang Wan's chin, forcing Jiang Wan to look directly at him.

Fu Siyan lowered his head and came closer to her. His thin lips were only a few centimeters away from hers. He said, "What are you afraid of?"

Jiang Wan's whole body was tense, and Fu Siyan's slightly rapid breathing could be heard in his ears.

Fu Siyan's thin lips were so close that Jiang Wan could even count his eyelashes, which were long and thick. Every blink of an eye was like a feather fan across her skin, teasing her fragile and sensitive nerves.

Their breaths were intertwined, but Fu Siyan suddenly let go of her.

"I send you."

His tone rose and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Jiang Wan's mind flashed back to the last scene at the company, and she shook her head: "No need."

She didn't want to become the talk of the company after dinner again.

Fu Siyan saw her resistance and didn't force it.

Ignoring Jiang Wan's surprised look, Fu Siyan put away the finished dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen.

His movements were smooth and natural. Jiang Wan looked at his tall back and felt extremely shocked.

Isn't Fu Siyan a germophobe?

Why do I suddenly have the illusion that the male is in charge and the female is in charge?

Until Jiang Wan entered the company, the image of Fu Siyan taking the initiative to wash the dishes lingered in his mind.

"boom!"

Jiang Wan bumped into a thick wall. She touched her forehead and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Wan apologized politely.

The man in front of him was in a suit and leather shoes, with handsome features. He was staring at Jiang Wan with a slight smile in his eyes.

Fu Han? !

Jiang Wan remembered Fu Han's words at the dinner table and hurriedly lowered her head: "Hello, Mr. Fu!"

When Fu Han saw her, a hint of shrewdness flashed under his gold-rimmed glasses. He reminded with a smile: "Miss Jiang, be careful when you walk."

Jiang Wan nodded hurriedly: "Thank you, Mr. Fu, for taking care of me."

She lowered her head and hurried to the elevator.

Seeing her fleeing figure, Fu Han curled his lips, and there was a layer of deep meaning in his eyes.

As soon as Jiang Wan entered the office area, everyone swarmed up.

"Okay, Sister Wan, I've kept it secret from everyone for so long!"

"Sister Wan, you are really good at hiding. When did you get together with Mr. Fu? Tell the truth!"

"That's right, confess it quickly!"

Jiang Wan was confused by them and hurriedly explained: "I think everyone seems to have misunderstood. In fact, Master Fu and I are just ordinary friends."

Yu Bowen, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly stood up.

"Okay, don't ask any questions. Sister Wan already said that she and Mr. Fu are just ordinary friends. Don't get involved."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to drive away the crowd of spectators.

The chattering around him suddenly became much quieter. Some people wanted to continue asking, but they were all blocked by Yu Bowen.

Jiang Wan cast a grateful look at him, and the latter scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Yu Bowen, don't blame me for not reminding you. Be careful when making wedding clothes for others. What's more, some people are very clever and like to play between two brothers!"

A sour female voice came, with sarcasm in her words.

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

Zhao Lina, who was wearing a professional skirt and exquisite makeup, crossed her arms across her chest. She raised her chin and glanced at Jiang Wan coldly, her eyes full of disdain.