Jiang Yuan knew that the Fu family's servants all lived in another villa.
And the only people living in this building are himself and his brother-in-law. Could it be that he suffers from sleepwalking?
When Jiang Yuan thought of this, he immediately got out of bed, fearing that he would waste time or fall and hit him.
The wall lamp emitting orange light also looked a little weird at this time.
Jiang Yuan put on his slippers and ran to the third floor in one breath.
The weak light was reflected in the study, and Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
The man who was holding his breath and writing Qingxin Jue paused slightly with his hand holding the pen, raised his head and looked out the door.
Time passed by minute by minute.
As the footsteps became louder, their eyes collided in the air, and their eyes met.
Fu Yanli's expression remained unchanged, but there was no expression on his face.
Jiang Yuan wasn't sure if he was sleepwalking. After all, she had never seen such an expression before.
It's a bit condensed and gives people a sense of restraint.
Jiang Yuan didn't say anything, for fear of surprising him.
It is said that a person who is sleepwalking cannot be interrupted hastily, otherwise he will never wake up.
Based on the principle of doing his best, Jiang Yuan walked lightly and walked forward slowly.
Fu Yanli couldn't figure out what was going on with the little girl, and the strange feeling under her belly made him even more excited.
He was afraid that he would lose control, so he said in a deep voice, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Jiang Yuansheng stopped in his tracks, his face brightened, and he said in surprise, "Uncle, it turns out you are awake. I thought you were sleepwalking."
Fu Yanli: "..."
The little girl thought he was sleepwalking, a little silly, and a little cute.
Seeing that he was still expressionless.
Jiang Yuan took two more steps forward, stopped next to the desk, and leaned over to read the words on the rice paper.
A pure heart is like water, pure water is the heart, no breeze blows, no waves...it turns out to be "The Art of Pure Heart"
Fu Yanli was very tall and was sitting on a chair. From the angle of his sight, he could clearly see the attractive bulge under his white collarbone.
But she hasn't put on... a bra yet.
This is even more terrible.
Fu Yanli felt that something would happen if he allowed her to stay in the study any longer, so he said with a straight face, "Go back to sleep."
Jiang Yuan was a little scared and said weakly, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Fu Yanli closed his eyes helplessly, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "Wishan, who taught you to dare to break into a man's room in the middle of the night, eh?"
The rising sound of the word "um" made her face turn red.
Jiang Yuan was too nervous and excited to speak. After staring into his eyes for a few seconds, he turned around and ran out.
A big hand grabbed her wrist in time, and Jiang Yuan couldn't get away, it was so strong.
The study also fell into darkness at this time.
Jiang Yuan didn't dare to move and gasped, "Uncle, you hurt me..."
Fu Yanli has extraordinary eyesight. Even in the dark, he can see things that ordinary people cannot.
He pushed her to the edge of the desk, deliberately keeping a distance and not letting her body come into direct contact.
Fu Yanli bent down and said, "Yuanyuan is so squeamish."
Hot breath sprayed on the side of the neck, and an electric current quickly passed through the ears from top to bottom, as if pregnant.
Jiang Yuan's body began to weaken, and he leaned back on the desk unconsciously, using his strength to stand firm.
She raised her head and looked at the man in the dark night, "Uncle..."
"What's your name, uncle..."
"……uncle."
A muffled laugh came from above the head, extremely pleasant and magnetic.
"Wishan, who will be your uncle?"
She took a deep breath and said, "If you don't want to, you can do something else."
Fu Yanli became teasing and found it particularly interesting to talk to the little girl.
"What do you want to do, huh?"
His words had a hook that made people want to express everything in their hearts.
"Can I do anything I want?"
"Well, if you want."
Suddenly, Jiang Yuan put his hands on his chest and pushed forward with force.
A muffled groan.
Fu Yanli was pressed against the wall in the same way, and he didn't even have time to react.
Jiang Yuan also took a few steps forward, "I told you that you hurt me just now, and now you want to hurt me too."
She is such a cute little girl who is determined to retaliate.
Thinking of this, he asked, "Do you like Fu Yuxi?"
Jiang Yuan didn't know why he changed the topic, but he answered his words seriously.
"dislike."
As if hearing a satisfactory answer, Fu Yanli's voice was filled with unconcealable joy.
"If what I predict is correct, the old man will propose marriage to your family before the year. Just agree."
Jiang Yuan was a little angry, "I don't want to marry Fu Yue, why should I agree?"
"Then who do you want to marry?"
Jiang Yuan wanted to tell him the truth, but was afraid of scaring him.
Besides, girls can't be too proactive, otherwise the price will drop.
She thought for a few seconds and said, "Uncle, I have someone I like."
Time seems to be frozen.
Fu Yanli's whole body began to cool down, and even the area that had been swollen for two hours suddenly stopped.
He lowered his head and returned to silence.
Fu Yanli didn't hear who the little girl was in love with, and he didn't want to believe it.
He stretched out his hand to cover Xiaoxiao's face, "Don't move, it will irritate your eyes."
As the password was spoken, the room suddenly became brighter.
Ten seconds later.
After she got used to it, Fu Yanli removed his hand and looked down at Jiang Yuan, whose face was flushed.
"What's the name of the man you like?"
Jiang Yuan did not dare to look directly at him, "You... you will know later."
After saying that, he ran out without stopping at all.
This time, Fu Yanli did not stop him and looked in the direction of the door, thoughtfully.
He slowly walked to the desk and sat down. He picked up a pen and wrote the Qingxin Jue, but the handwriting became more and more sloppy, like a group of demons dancing around, which was really public.
Over and over again until dawn.
Jiang Yuan wasn't much better either, he didn't sleep all night.
When the two of them sat at the dinner table, no one mentioned what happened in the early hours of last night, as if it had never happened.
Jiang Yuan still calls him uncle, and Fu Yanli looks as usual and still calls her Yuan Yuan affectionately.
This gave Jiang Yuan the illusion that everything last night was just a dream and could not be real.
Fu Yanli went to the company after breakfast.
Before leaving, she told Zhao Lan to take good care of Miss Jiang.
Jiang Yuan was unaware of this and went to the study again.
Before the servant had time to clean up, Jiang Yuan found a few discarded calligraphy papers crumpled into a ball in the wastebasket.
She spread it out one by one. Although they were all Qingxin Jue, each handwriting was different.
Jiang Yuan saw the clue and judged from the handwriting that he was getting more and more angry.
What is he angry about?
Jiang Yuan was puzzled and imagined many possibilities, but she couldn't believe that he was doing it for her.
She wrote a line of words on the rice paper and stared at it for a long time. When the writing was completely dry, she got up and walked to the bookshelf.
Jiang Yuan took out a book called "A Brief History of Chinese and Foreign Economics" that he didn't read very often, and sandwiched the folded rice paper between pages 520 and 521. Nothing unusual could be seen from the outside.
She put the book back in its place.
Maybe many years later, he will discover this little secret, or maybe he will never see it.
No matter where I was at that time, I would never regret what I did now.
She worked hard for the person she liked, and that was enough.
Whether they can be together depends on fate. If he likes her, she will run towards him.
If she doesn't like it, she won't bother...
Fu Group.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Fu Yanli was on the phone, "Ning Ning, when will you come back?"
"My mother said she would go back the day after tomorrow in the afternoon. Uncle, what can I do for you?"
