"It's no big deal. Your grandpa wants to be lively now that he's older. He'll wait for you to come back and have dinner together."
"Oh oh oh, I miss grandpa too. I told my mother that I would go home tomorrow."
"Well, the old man's love for you is indeed not in vain."
The phone hangs up.
Fu Yanli had just started to review the documents, but at this time he was doing two things at one time.
After a night, he already understood that even if the little girl has a man she likes, what's the problem?
On the premise of not causing trouble to her, fair competition, talent, strength, and means are what Fu Yanli thinks, and he will put it into action.
Fu Yanli processed all the documents in only two hours and held a regular meeting, which was simple and clear.
When Han Yu went to the CEO's office to find someone, he came up empty-handed.
He knew that the dignified CEO was a lover, and he hoped that he would not be looked down upon like Mr. Fu in the future.
Fu Yanli returned to Yunting Villa.
When I first entered the door and looked around, I didn't see that familiar figure.
Zhao Lan stepped forward quickly, bent down and said, "Mr. Fu, Miss Jiang has been in the study all morning."
Fu Yanli nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
He tugged on his tie with one hand, deliberately pulling it a little crookedly, and strode upstairs.
Surprisingly, she fell asleep on the desk.
Fu Yanli stepped lightly, put his big hands under his armpits, bent down and picked up her legs, picked her up horizontally, and walked downstairs.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her. Her fair skin was rosy and her breathing was even. She was like a carefree angel falling into the mortal world. People couldn't help but want to hold her in their hands and take care of her.
Since Fu Yanli understood his feelings, he felt that her whole body was full of temptation.
A smile or a frown could easily stir his heart.
No longer calm and self-possessed, he would be affected by her emotions.
Fu Yanli would rather do this, even if she is his weakness.
He carried her back to the room on the second floor.
Fu Yanli gently put her on the bed, his eyes swept over her small feet, and his expression darkened.
His heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a bit, and he forced himself to look away, pulled the thin silk quilt next to her, and placed it on her body, along with a pair of jade feet.
After doing this, Fu Yanli squatted on one knee in front of the bed and looked at her quietly.
Little girl, you can really sleep.
I have long heard from my niece that Wan Yuan has difficulty getting out of bed and will lose her temper if she is forcibly woken up.
Not knowing what he thought of, Fu Yanli suddenly smiled.
The next morning practice seems to be a little difficult.
With all the charming images in his mind, Fu Yanli stood up, pulled off the tie that was intentionally twisted with one hand, and closed the door behind him.
At this time, Jiang Yuan, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes, still half sleepy.
She was awake from the moment he hugged her, but she didn't want him to know.
Jiang Yuan secretly scolded her for her green tea attributes, but in order to attract his attention and to further develop their relationship, she didn't mind doing this.
Fu Yanli went to the study room, and when he saw "Shanglin Fu" written in small regular script with hairpin flowers on rice paper, he felt sour in his heart.
What kind of man would become her sweetheart?
unknown.
Fu Yanli put away the "Shanglin Fu" he had written, and he wanted to hide it.
No matter who it is written to, he must keep it as his own.
Jiang Yuan walked out of the bedroom at twelve o'clock and went to the study to find him.
"Uncle, did you see what I wrote?"
"No, the table was very clean when I came back." Fu Yanli looked calm, without even the slightest hint of lying.
Jiang Yuan frowned, that shouldn't be the case. Could it be that Aunt Sasao took it away as waste paper?
No way, there is no wind in the room, how could it fall to the ground.
Then there is only one possibility, that is, he lied.
Jiang Yuan suddenly laughed, "That's a pity. I originally wanted to finish writing it and let you give me some advice."
"Write again when I have time."
"I am writing the Tao Te Ching, which takes a long time."
When Jiang Yuan said this, he kept staring into his eyes, trying to find flaws in his face.
Fu Yanli smiled in his heart. Where was the Tao Te Ching? It was clearly "Shanglin Fu" written by Sima Xiangru.
But, how could he be defeated by such a simple trick?
He looked down upon him too much.
Jiang Yuan didn't lie to anything and pouted dissatisfiedly.
In Fu Yanli's opinion, this scene was extremely cute.
The little girl is so interesting. It will definitely be fun to be with her in the future.
"Uncle, thank you for taking care of me these two days. I should go home in the afternoon."
Fu Yanli asked, "Grandma went back, didn't she?"
Jiang Yuan nodded, "Well, they will return after lunch, and they will probably arrive in the evening."
"Okay, let's go downstairs to eat first and take you back later."
"..."
Fu Yanli drove the black Rolls-Royce directly to the underground garage.
Jiang Yuan unbuckled his seat belt and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry to bother you."
Fu Yanli sighed in his heart and looked at the little girl sitting in the passenger seat, "Zhanzhu, we are not uncle-nephew, so can we change this title in private?"
Jiang Yuan: "..."
It seems that he doesn't like Jiasen very much. When we meet next time, we will call him by his first name to see if he can catch it.
Fu Yanli sent Jiang Yuan back upstairs, but did not leave in a hurry.
He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and rolled them up casually, revealing his strong forearms.
Jiang Yuan didn't understand why, and he didn't realize it until he picked up the smart floor scrubber from next to the sofa.
She quickly ran over and held the remote control of the floor washing machine, "I'll do it."
Fu Yanli glanced at her thin body and said, "Go and rest on the sofa. I'll finish cleaning up soon."
Jiang Yuan walked to the sofa obediently. Just two seconds after sitting down, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
How could it make sense that he was working and she was sitting?
Jiang Yuan stood up from the sofa again and moved slowly to the corner of the sofa. "Is this your first time doing this kind of housework?"
Hearing this, Fu Yanli raised his head and said with a smile, "Why do you think so?"
"You were born at the top of the pyramid since you were a child. You have unique conditions. You should not have the opportunity to be exposed to such trivial matters. To be precise, there is no need to waste time on such things."
"Zhuyuan, you are wrong. During the years when I was abroad, the old man didn't even give me living expenses. How could I hire a servant? I did everything myself."
Jiang Yuan's cheeks turned red with shame, "I have never done housework since I was a child. After I came to Beijing, my grandparents didn't let me do it. They basically hired housekeepers. I want to learn from you."
"No need to learn, your hands are better suited for other things."
"Besides drawing and practicing calligraphy, my hands have really never done anything else meaningful."
Fu Yanli twitched the corners of his lips, "There will be opportunities in the future."
Less than two minutes of small talk.
Fu Yanli had already cleaned the living room and dining room, "Wishan, it's your room."
Jiang Yuan wanted to refuse, but when she thought that he had already entered the boudoir twice, she stopped being pretentious.
She stepped forward and said, "I can do it myself."
Fu Yanli didn't refuse again, and it only took more than ten seconds.
Jiang Yuan took the floor washing machine from him and dragged it into the bedroom. She turned her back to the door and cleaned it from the inside to the outside.
From Fu Yanli's point of view, her slender waist would rise and fall with her movements, revealing her fair and tender skin.
Further down...
He turned around hastily, closing his eyes to calm his emotions.
Don't look at anything inappropriate.
Fu Yanli is a man, and it is normal to have thoughts and biological sexual impulses about the girl he likes.
He silently recited the Qingxin Jue.
Jiang Yuan dragged the floor washing machine and walked out of the room.
Fu Yanli turned around and said in a slightly lower voice, "Please give it to me and clean the sewage tank."
She handed the floor washing machine to him, and their fingers touched, but Jiang Yuan didn't care.
After all, even the most intimate actions have happened.
The closest thing was when he hugged her twice, and when she was inexplicably pushed against the edge of the desk last night.
Jiang Yuan subconsciously touched his lower back. He was so tired after just doing a big job. He was really delicate.
Fu Yanli bent down to take off the sewage tank, stood up straight, and happened to see this scene, "Yuanyuan, do you have a backache?"
