Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Fu Sicheng suddenly spoke, and song Rao was stunned. After a long time, Fu Sicheng looked up at her. She then reflected what Fu Sicheng was talking about.

"You misunderstood. What song Rao said has never gone against her heart. I have nothing to do with him for a long time." seeing that Fu Sicheng misunderstood that she was thinking of Gu Yang, song Rao explained.

"Isn't it?" Fu Sicheng didn't believe it.

"No," Song Rao said with certainty. What else would she dare to say without such certainty?

Fu Sicheng looked at her for a few seconds, then looked back at the documents on the table and said, "go and pour me a glass of water."

"OK."

Song Rao poured a glass of water back and handed it to Fu Sicheng, but Fu Sicheng didn't lift his head and said, "here you are."

Song Rao thought he wanted to drink. Naturally, he used Fu Sicheng's cup, not a disposable water cup. As a result, he asked her to drink.

Song Rao didn't want to drink, but she had to thank her.

"Sit on the sofa and come back after drinking. You won't have to tidy up in an hour," Fu Sicheng said.

Song Rao took the water and sat down on the sofa.

She didn't dare to disobey Fu Sicheng. She was not thirsty and didn't want to drink water at all. She was stunned and drank a glass of water before she came back.

After sorting out the documents, song Rao summarized the documents on the shelf behind Fu Sicheng according to each quarter. Song Rao had to step on the stool because she wanted to be close to the top floor. Several drawers with password locks were in front of her, which song Rao dreamed of approaching and opening.

Song Rao Yu Guang looked at Fu Sicheng, who was sitting at the bottom left of her office. While summarizing, she seemed to ask unintentionally, "Mr. Fu, have these drawers been locked all the time?"

Fu Sicheng turned slightly with his chair and looked up. He saw the drawers facing song Rao's face and said, "well."

Seeing his precious words, song Rao didn't calm down, and then asked, "are they all very important things?"

Fu Sicheng's eyes fell all the way down from Song Rao's face. Her shoulders, waist, hips, legs and lower legs fell all the way to the two jade feet she stepped on the chair. His eyes were a little deep, and his mouth said, "it's important to lock."

Song Rao focused on these drawers with code locks. She didn't notice Fu Sicheng's eyes, nor did she know that she stepped on the chair in a hip wrapped skirt. If Fu Sicheng hadn't sat as tall as someone standing, from his point of view, everything would have been seen.

"There is no dust on these drawers. Do you often open them to see?" Song Rao beat around the bush.

"Naturally, it is often needed in the company." he still stared at Song Rao's feet and breathed heavily unconsciously.

Afraid of his suspicion, song Rao didn't dare to ask more questions, but her mind had been taken away. One didn't pay attention, so she stepped on the edge of the chair. Song Rao, who wanted to do something, suddenly lost her focus.

She screamed instinctively and fell to one side.

Fu Sicheng moved quickly, got up, extended his long arm, took song Rao's slim waist, held song Rao firmly in his arms, and took her back to the chair.

Song Rao was so frightened that she didn't react at all. She sat in Fu's arms and her heart beat faster.

Looking at Song Rao, who shrank in his arms and turned pale, Fu Sicheng asked with concern, "are you all right?"

Song Rao looked up at him and found that the moment he caught himself, she instinctively hugged his neck.

"No, nothing." she quickly released her hand and was about to get off him. But Fu Sicheng holding her didn't give up.