Fu Jingchuan, who was on the phone, seemed to sense her eyes and slowly turned around.
Their eyes met in the air.
Shiyang smiled at him, pointed to the files that had been sorted aside, and said softly to him: "The files are sorted."
Fu Jingchuan nodded lightly, said to the other end of the phone in a pure London accent, "I understand, I will let you talk to me later" and then hung up the phone.
When he put away his cell phone, he had already walked to his desk.
Shiyang pointed to a pile of information she had sorted out and explained to him: "I'm not sure whether I should keep these, so I'll put them here separately. You can take a look at them yourself."
"good."
Fu Jingchuan responded, picked up the pile of "uncertain" plans she sorted out, glanced at them quickly and put the plans aside in the failed column, which was very efficient.
While looking through the documents she had sorted, he handed over some additional documents to Shiyang for processing.
Shiyang did not refuse, took the document she handed over and started busy at the side.
Fu Jingchuan also quickly reviewed and approved the documents classified by Shiyang.
When he put down his pen, people also looked up at Shiyang.
Shiyang was still carefully flipping through the paperwork he gave her, her slightly bowed movements soft and peaceful under the light.
She has always had this quiet, gentle temperament that is low-key and unassuming, and she never quarrels with others.
Fu Jingchuan couldn't help but be in trance when he looked at Shiyang.
When Shiyang closed the last document, he finally looked up, and his eyes suddenly met Fu Jingchuan's dark eyes.
He was looking at her, but it wasn't like he was looking at her.
The black eyes are as deep as the deep sea. In the bottomless ink, the person seems to be trapped in some kind of memory, but it doesn't seem like it.
Almost as soon as her eyes met his, those dark eyes also fluctuated slightly, and their eyes gradually became focused.
But Fu Jingchuan didn't speak, just looked at her quietly.
The two of them were sitting at the same desk, very close to each other. With this slight movement of raising their heads, they were so close that they could clearly hear each other's breathing.
Shiyang wanted to turn her head, but the dark eyes looking at her seemed to have a magnetic force, making her unable to move.
Fu Jingchuan's head slowly moved towards her.
In the slowly blending breaths, Fu Jingchuan lowered his head and kissed her.
The touching lips made Shiyang regain his consciousness for a moment, and he subconsciously wanted to push Fu Jingchuan away, but he took the first step and fixed the back of his head with one palm, and the pressure on his lips suddenly became heavier.
When Shiyang stood up subconsciously, Fu Jingchuan also stood up, holding the back of her head with one hand, trapping her between the seat and his chest, and the kiss on his lips became heavier.
The gradually deprived brain of oxygen made Shi Yang's mind gradually become confused, and his hands subconsciously grabbed Fu Jingchuan's clothes. It was an instinctive reaction to grab the driftwood before drowning, but it stimulated Fu Jingchuan.
He pushed her deeper into the desk, the hand holding the back of her head tightened uncontrollably, and the kiss gradually became deep and rough.
Losing control became natural as the temperature in the room gradually climbed. In the end, no one thought about it or stopped it, but chose to follow instinct.
The two of them haven't touched each other for a long time, and the loss of control caused by the kiss quickly turned into a prairie fire...
Shiyang could hardly sleep that night.
Maybe it was because he hadn't done it for a long time, or something else, but Fu Jingchuan was gentle and yet extremely ferocious that night, as if he was tireless.
When it was almost dawn, Shiyang fell asleep from exhaustion. In her consciousness, which seemed to be thrown into the clouds, she vaguely remembered that Fu Jingchuan held her tightly and said to her slowly in her ear with a hoarse voice: " Shiyang, stay."
Did she promise she didn't remember.
Shiyang slept deeply this time.
Fu Jingchuan turned off her alarm clock after she fell asleep.
Without the interference of an alarm clock, Shiyang slept until past one o'clock in the afternoon.
When I woke up, there was a note on the bedside table: "I have asked for leave for you. You should have a good rest first. When you wake up, eat first and cook at home."
The note was written by Fu Jingchuan.
There was no signature, but Shiyang recognized his handwriting.
His calligraphy is beautiful, vigorous and powerful, flowing smoothly yet crisp and crisp.
Shiyang stared at the note for a long time before getting up and washing up.
There was no one at home, and Tongtong had been taken out by Sister Gao.
There is a pot of freshly cooked food on the table, still heating on the temperature-controlled cutting board.
Shiyang looked at the dishes on the table in silence for a long time. Finally, he took his phone and sent a message back to Fu Jingchuan:
"Thanks."
[Updated at 0 o'clock in the next chapter]
