Huo Yunting stumbled forward and saw Lu Zhaoyang lying in his bed. But at the same time, he also saw the child beside her and regretted it—he should have asked Huo Li bring the child away.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Huo Yunting took out his cell phone wanting to call Huo Li. Lu Zhaoyang, who was jolted awake, grabbed his phone away.
Their eyes met. Huo Yunting began to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt as he wanted to take an afternoon nap with her.
Sensing something amiss, Lu Zhaoyang yelled with a low voice, “Xuxu is still sleeping. I am sorry to have occupied your bed. I’ll return the bed to you now.” But the bed was large enough for three of them.
“Why don’t you ‘occupy’ me too?” Huo Yunting grabbed her shoulders. “You have slept in my bed. You are not going to get away so easily.”
Lu Zhaoyang threw the phone back at him. “I will help you with your work—for free—as compensation. I am going now. You can sleep with Xuxu. He likes you and has been asking about you last night.” She secretly smiled while thinking of this; perhaps this was the magic of bloodline, she thought.
“What did he ask?” Huo Yunting asked faintly, shaking his head to get rid of his drunken stupor, but deep down, he was damn curious.
“That depends on how you behave. I will tell you if you are behaving well. Is my office ready?” She had asked him for it in the morning, thinking that he should remember her request.
“My office is your office.” Huo Yunting wanted to keep Lu Zhaoyang in sight.
Never mind; she had better go back to the secretariat, Lu Zhaoyang thought. “Good afternoon. Xuxu is sleeping soundly; he will not bother you.” She got out of bed and quietly walked away.
Although drunk, Huo Yunting could not sleep.
Lu Zhaoyang left and found her desk, which was still empty and clean.
Others had gotten the news that a woman had come to see the president in the morning with his special assistant, Huo Li, receiving her in person. And because of the woman, the receptionist was fired. No one expected that the woman was Lu Zhaoyang.
While busy at work, Lin Yazhi noticed that the office suddenly quieted down. She looked up from her desk and was wide-eyed. “Sister Zhaoyang, you are back!” She ran up to Lu Zhaoyang excitedly. “I’ve missed you so much. Why did you not contact me for so long?”
“I miss you too. I took some rest to recuperate from my sickness and did not contact anyone.” Lu Zhaoyang gave a perfunctory reply and went to her desk. “I am busy right now. Let us talk later.”
No one here knew about the loss of her eyesight before. The last time they saw her was when she left Thunderbolt and went to Ge Yu.
“All right.” Lin Yazhi calmed her excitement down, watching as Lu Zhaoyang flung herself into her work. After four years, Sister Zhaoyang had become more charming, and her breasts had grown up a size too. This should be the right way for women to grow up! Lin Yazhi said to herself. But when she looked down at her own breasts, she felt a little miserable.
Gossip began to spread in the office. People were talking about the child, guessing that Lu Zhaoyang might have been married.
Meanwhile, the subject of the gossip, Lu Zhaoyang, pretended not to hear what the newsmongers said. She just minded her own business.
An hour later, Lu Zhaoyang was ushered into Huo Yunting’s office. Huo Yunting held Xuxu’s hand while walking out as soon as she stepped in.
Huo Yunting stumbled forward and saw Lu Zhaoyang lying in his bed. But at the same time, he also saw the child beside her and regretted it—he should have asked Huo Li bring the child away.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Huo Yunting took out his cell phone wanting to call Huo Li. Lu Zhaoyang, who was jolted awake, grabbed his phone away.
Their eyes met. Huo Yunting began to take off his tie and unbutton his shirt as he wanted to take an afternoon nap with her.
Sensing something amiss, Lu Zhaoyang yelled with a low voice, “Xuxu is still sleeping. I am sorry to have occupied your bed. I’ll return the bed to you now.” But the bed was large enough for three of them.
“Why don’t you ‘occupy’ me too?” Huo Yunting grabbed her shoulders. “You have slept in my bed. You are not going to get away so easily.”
Lu Zhaoyang threw the phone back at him. “I will help you with your work—for free—as compensation. I am going now. You can sleep with Xuxu. He likes you and has been asking about you last night.” She secretly smiled while thinking of this; perhaps this was the magic of bloodline, she thought.
“What did he ask?” Huo Yunting asked faintly, shaking his head to get rid of his drunken stupor, but deep down, he was damn curious.
“That depends on how you behave. I will tell you if you are behaving well. Is my office ready?” She had asked him for it in the morning, thinking that he should remember her request.
“My office is your office.” Huo Yunting wanted to keep Lu Zhaoyang in sight.
Never mind; she had better go back to the secretariat, Lu Zhaoyang thought. “Good afternoon. Xuxu is sleeping soundly; he will not bother you.” She got out of bed and quietly walked away.
Although drunk, Huo Yunting could not sleep.
Lu Zhaoyang left and found her desk, which was still empty and clean.
Others had gotten the news that a woman had come to see the president in the morning with his special assistant, Huo Li, receiving her in person. And because of the woman, the receptionist was fired. No one expected that the woman was Lu Zhaoyang.
While busy at work, Lin Yazhi noticed that the office suddenly quieted down. She looked up from her desk and was wide-eyed. “Sister Zhaoyang, you are back!” She ran up to Lu Zhaoyang excitedly. “I’ve missed you so much. Why did you not contact me for so long?”
“I miss you too. I took some rest to recuperate from my sickness and did not contact anyone.” Lu Zhaoyang gave a perfunctory reply and went to her desk. “I am busy right now. Let us talk later.”
No one here knew about the loss of her eyesight before. The last time they saw her was when she left Thunderbolt and went to Ge Yu.
“All right.” Lin Yazhi calmed her excitement down, watching as Lu Zhaoyang flung herself into her work. After four years, Sister Zhaoyang had become more charming, and her breasts had grown up a size too. This should be the right way for women to grow up! Lin Yazhi said to herself. But when she looked down at her own breasts, she felt a little miserable.
Gossip began to spread in the office. People were talking about the child, guessing that Lu Zhaoyang might have been married.
Meanwhile, the subject of the gossip, Lu Zhaoyang, pretended not to hear what the newsmongers said. She just minded her own business.
An hour later, Lu Zhaoyang was ushered into Huo Yunting’s office. Huo Yunting held Xuxu’s hand while walking out as soon as she stepped in.
