Chapter 650 I Am White Moonlight (12)

"Mr. Fu, knowing that you stayed up late last night and worked overtime, I brought you some side dishes. Yaobai fried shredded pork, sweet and sour lotus root slices, old soup with eight treasure duck, and your favorite stewed egg with minced meat. In the morning Didn’t you have a good meal? Try it, do these dishes suit your taste?”

The self-cooked dish cloth was placed on the small table next to it.

The tempting aroma of food immediately filled the office.

Originally, Fu Dai was so busy that he forgot the time, and he really didn't eat in the morning. When the aroma of the food wafted out, the forgotten hunger suddenly came out.

He has a light taste, and these dishes are indeed his favorite.

However, there is nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall.

Wang Yue is a woman with too much scheming, and every time she sees her acting like a monster, she always spends a little more time thinking about it.

Fu Dai: "What's the matter, tell me."

Xia Ling: "It's nothing, but I heard that the crew's matter has been resolved, so I specially bought some Mr. Fu's favorites to please Mr. Fu."

Fu Dai: "... Got it."

Unexpectedly, the woman spoke so bluntly, but Fu Dai was stunned for a moment.

In the past, when he wanted to curry favor with him, he always kept it hidden. With that greasy sweet smile, Fu Dai looked disapproving but pleased.

The current style of painting is somewhat wrong.

Xia Ling: "Mr. Fu, the Eight Treasures Old Duck Soup doesn't taste good when it's cold. You have a bad stomach. You have to be on time for your meals."

Fu Dai looked at her, she was wearing a long lace dress with light makeup on her face.

Compared with the usual heavy makeup, Wang Yue's appearance made her look much younger.

Helping her settle the liquidated damages of 9 million yuan, it is also appropriate to collect some remuneration.

Fu Dai thought, got up and sat behind the table.

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Su Bai took the lunch box in his hand and filled rice and soup for him.

The office is well lit, and her fair and delicate cheeks are almost transparent under the sunlight.

There are a few strands of hair hanging down from the ears, which is really an eyesore.

Fu Dai raised his hand and stroked Xia Ling's hair behind his ears.

The fingertips accidentally touched the woman's cheek, and the touch was very delicate, like a puddle of fat.

The fingertips suddenly burned, and Fu Dai calmly withdrew his hand.

Xia Ling looked up at Fu Dai.

In consciousness, 'a tree with flowers' lit up.

Fu Dai lowered his head, only looking at the bowl of rice in front of him.

He stared at the crystal clear rice, as if there were some jewels on it.

Xia Ling smiled, as if the scene just now had never happened.

"Let's eat. Are you going to work in the afternoon?"

Fu Dai: "Well, there is a meeting soon."

Xia Ling said a few words, but Fu Dai didn't answer.

So she speeded up her meal.

When she was full, Fu Dai was still eating.

She braced her face and just looked at him for a while.

The man has handsome eyebrows and eyes, is slender, has a straight nose, and looks very powerful when his face is sullen.

The hands holding the chopsticks had slender fingers, showing a sense of strength with well-defined bones under the bright light.

Fu Dai's figure is very strong, with slightly broad shoulders, long and slender legs, and looks very good-looking.

Being looked at by her like this, Fu Dai couldn't pretend not to see it.

Fu Dai put down the bowl and chopsticks.

He looked at her, and from her eyes, he saw her undisguised admiration and admiration for his figure... fascinated.

Fu Dai coughed.

Fu Dai: "I'm full."

No matter what tricks Wang Yue plays, it is impossible for him to like her anymore. The only use she has for him is to wear away the traces of those past feelings.

Xia Ling smiled, "Mr. Fu, are you going to treat me so coldly all the time?"

It seemed that the closer she got, the more he backed away, like a big cat drawing territory boundaries with her.

Fu Dai: "Wang Yue, what do you want?"

"How is it?" Xia Ling smiled sweetly, "Who took me as a lover and came here to kill me, you almost succeeded."

"Unfortunately--"

"Thank you Qin Qing for giving me those few slaps. Without her, I really thought I was a little princess supported by Mr. Fu."

"President Fu..."

Walking around the coffee table, her delicate face was full of innocence, she pressed the arm of the chair beside him with one hand, and her eyes were fixed on Fu Dai.

His lips were thin and pale, and they looked perfect, but they looked cold and thin when he pursed his lips.

He likes to frown, so there are some shallow creases between his brows.

"What are you doing?" Fu Dai stretched his body.

Xia Ling raised her lips and kissed Fu Dai.

Fu Dai's thin lips carried some rice fragrance, which was the smell of eight-treasure duck just now.