Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"Little fool, I'm not afraid of catching cold when I'm asleep. I'm drowned in water!" Feng Xun shakes his head in a funny way, takes up a bath towel, wraps her around her and takes her out of the bathtub.

Xu is out of the warm water. On the seventh day of the summer, he shivers as if he is afraid of the cold. He wraps his hands and feet around Feng Xun's body. He does not forget to lean against his arms and give out a comfortable low sigh.

Feng Xun's eyes darken. He takes a towel to help her wipe her hair. He carefully moves her hands and feet away. Unexpectedly, she murmurs in her dream and turns over. Her hand just touches the place he shouldn't touch as a man.

Feng Xun took a breath, lowered his head to her ear and said, "on the seventh day of the summer, are you challenging my endurance?"

Early summer seven Hunran unknown, continue to sleep sweet, mouth is still murmuring something.

He came close to listen to her and heard that she was still talking about code parameters in her dream, which made her angry and funny. It seems that she has been working overtime recently and even dreams about work!

The desire that she had inadvertently aroused was gradually calmed down after hearing her dream talk.

Looking at her sweet sleeping face, as well as the tiredness on her bright and flamboyant face, Feng Xun gave a low sigh, gently helped her dry her hair, put her on her soft big bed, pulled the quilt for her, and then got up to make a phone call.

"Ji Kun, when was the group construction of the company?" Feng Xun asked the assistant at the other end of the phone in a deep voice.

"In the middle of July every year, Feng Shao, why do you suddenly ask about it?" Ji Kun was surprised to ask. Although the company's League building is a tradition every year, Feng Shao, a busy man, seldom asks in person, let alone participates in it!

"This time ahead of schedule, it will be arranged next week, I will personally participate in, and some changes will be made to the league construction project..." Feng Xun orders in a deep voice.

"Feng Shao, why did you suddenly change your mind?" Ji Kun followed Feng Xun for many years. When he heard that Feng Xun suddenly changed his mind, he quickly understood: "is it related to that Miss Xia?"

Feng Xun didn't deny it, but said in a light tone: "just do as I say!"

"Yes Ji Kun nodded and said, "but Feng Shao, you and Francisco have an important meeting in Italy next week. You can't change the date again..."

Feng Xun pondered for a moment and said in a deep voice: "there is no need to change the date. It's not too late to go to Italy after joining the League building. Just put the date of the League building before the meeting!"

"All right!" Ji Kun can only shrug his shoulders. When he hangs up the phone and goes to arrange the venue for the company's Youth League building, he never forgets to mutter in his heart that Feng Shao has been so attentive to a woman.

Is the seventh day of the summer really the other half of Feng Shao?

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At noon the next day, Feng Xun didn't come to the staff restaurant on the seventh day of the summer. He was too embarrassed to go to the president's office to ask, so he sat down with his secretary Annie and his party for lunch.

We are chatting about the latest gossip, talking about a star's infidelity, and a rich businessman's divorce.

At the beginning of the summer, seven people were full of unfinished programs. They didn't notice what they said until someone exclaimed, pointed to their mobile phone and said, "have you seen the microblog? Mingxuan, the great writer, announced that he had temporarily closed his pen!"

"What?" Several other female colleagues also glared and asked in disbelief, "are you right?"

"You see, he said it himself. He said it was due to the influence of private affairs at home. He was not in the mood to write, so he stopped writing for the time being!" A group of people have passed the mobile phone, lamenting constantly.

"I don't know what hit he got. He's going to stop writing at a young age!" Annie, the Secretary, sighed. Seeing that the seventh day of the lunar new year was still silent, she pushed her shoulder and said, "seventh day of the lunar new year, don't you think so?"

"What?" The seventh day of the summer, I don't know what they are talking about. I look at them blankly.

"We are talking about Mingxuan, the great writer. He suddenly announced that he would stop writing. Pity us book fans!" Secretary Annie grimaced and said to the seventh day of the summer, "you should have read his book, too?"

On the seventh day of the summer, he nodded first, then shook himself, frowned and asked, "what did you say just now? Did he announce the end of writing?"