Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 200 What if the game had never existed (Part 6)

"So you're not Mr. Fu's girlfriend; you're just working at the Fu Group."

"I'm here today to accompany President Fu to this banquet."

"What a coincidence! Our company happens to be near the Fu Group. Huahua, let's add each other on our end. We can have lunch together sometime."

The man who had been sitting near Minghua, patiently chatting with her for a long time, finally revealed his true intentions.

Uh……

While Minghua was pondering what reason to use to politely refuse without offending anyone.

The waiter, who had received Fu Shizheng's instructions, walked up to the two of them with a respectful expression.

"Ms. Ming, Mr. Fu is waiting for you in the lounge. He needs to speak with you."

“Ah,” Minghua immediately put on the act of a working professional being caught slacking off by her boss.

He nodded repeatedly.

"Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

As she spoke, she turned to look at the person sitting next to her, looking embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fu is looking for me, so I'll head over now."

After saying that, she picked up the hem of her dress and ran off.

Only left

The man, looking lost and dejected, tried to say a few more words to Minghua.

After receiving the news, Minghua ran as fast as she could, afraid of being caught.

After all, when she first entered Mingde Academy, quite a few people had added her terminal number.

At first, she maintained a friendly attitude that everyone was a classmate, but for some reason...

After chatting for only a few days, the conversations started to become increasingly strange.

The constant stream of confessions, the ambiguous jealousy, and the disgruntled questioning if she was slow to reply to messages, all stemming from accusations that she was chatting with someone else.

Minghua couldn't take it anymore, so she deleted all the people from her contacts.

From then on, she would never tell anyone her terminal number unless absolutely necessary.

The waiter's intervention couldn't have been more timely.

Minghua stood in front of the lounge door, took a breath, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Shizheng's usual cold voice did not come from inside the door.

Minghua pursed her lips and tentatively whispered:

"I heard from the waiter that you were looking for me? May I come in now?"

After another two or three seconds, there was still no sound coming from inside the door.

It was as if there was no one in the room from beginning to end.

Such lavish banquets are the most likely places for schemes and drugging to occur.

Who knows if it's some kind of trap or something targeting her?

Just as Minghua was hesitating whether to go in.

A loud "bang" suddenly came from inside the room, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Then came a muffled groan from the man.

The deep, magnetic voice carried a hint of coldness; Minghua hadn't misheard—it was Fu Shizheng's voice.

It wasn't someone plotting against her; it was someone plotting against her boss.

Her steps, which were about to leave, stopped abruptly. Minghua put her hand on the doorknob and immediately pushed the door open.

"Mr. Fu, are you alright?"

Minghua's voice was full of worry.

It was pitch black; the lounge was dark.

Using the light coming from the corridor, Minghua turned around and groped her way to try turning on the light.

Just then, a hot, scalding adult male body pressed against her from behind, and his large hand slammed the door to the room next to her shut.

His other hand wrapped around Minghua's waist.

The man's large, hot hands, slightly calloused, touched the smooth skin on his back.

The fingers with distinct knuckles are positioned perfectly, as if welded to two shallow dimples on the lower back.

"Mr. Fu!"

Minghua's voice trembled slightly.

"Ah."

Fu Shizheng responded faintly, his hot breath spraying into Minghua's ear, sending shivers down her spine.

"Mr. Fu, how are you now?"

"Are you still conscious?" "I'll contact Assistant Fu right away."

As Minghua spoke, she raised her hand to touch Fu Shizheng's forehead. The man's smooth forehead was burning hot, and even had a few beads of sweat on it.

Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down in an incredibly sexy way.

He took out his phone, opened his terminal, and immediately looked for Assistant Fu's profile picture to contact him and ask how to handle the matter.

Next second

The disgruntled man slammed the terminal shut.

At the same time, the act was intended to find out how the man was doing.

Her slender, pretty little hand was now firmly restrained by the man holding her wrist.

Next second

The tall, handsome man lowered his head, and a hot kiss landed on his palm.

Minghua's beautiful peach blossom eyes suddenly widened, and her five fingers curled up uncontrollably.

Then they heard a hissing sound, like dissatisfaction, coming from the man's Adam's apple.

then
A dense stream of kisses began to travel down his smooth, bare arms, all the way to the beautiful girl's collarbone and neck.

Finally, as if guided by instinct, he found those soft lips that exuded a rich, sweet fragrance and kissed them deeply.

During this time, Minghua was in a state of shock.

Who would have thought.

On her first day at work, she kissed the coldest and most arrogant boss in the group company.

Isn't he cold-blooded, ruthless, and arrogant?

When we kissed, my lips were actually warm.

As if dissatisfied with Minghua's wandering, the next second, someone bit her lip hard.

Men are like hungry tigers, finally finding their prey.

He held her tightly, one hand sliding up and down Minghua's smooth back, the other hand resting firmly on the back of her head, as if he wanted to meld her directly into his own body.

We'll never have to be apart again.

I wish time could stand still at this moment.

"Mr. Fu."

"Mr. Fu, please wake up."

Finally, Minghua belatedly realized that she had been harassed.

This is even worse than those who ask for her terminal number and send her random messages.

"Mr. Fu!"

Do you know what you're doing right now?

Minghua's voice clearly carried a hint of anger.

Fu Shizheng ignored him, acting like a fool who couldn't hear anything outside and whose mind was only focused on kissing and cuddling.

Next second

"Snapped!"

Minghua raised her hand and slapped Fu Shizheng hard across the face without holding back.

"Mr. Fu, are you a dog?"

"Calm down."

Don't just focus on kissing and cuddling.

The woman's voice was filled with displeasure and sarcasm.

Fu Shizheng was slapped so hard that his head was turned to the side, and his face stung with pain.

After a long pause, the air was filled again with the man's slightly husky and magnetic voice, a sound born of passion.

"Feel sorry."

"I was just drugged."

"It was out of control."

Fu Shizheng explained for a moment, then raised his hand and pressed it against the wall beside him.

With a click, the lights in the lounge came on.

After Minghua blinked to adjust to the light, she saw that the man was already sitting on the sofa not far away, with a blanket covering his legs, looking a little embarrassed.

The mature and handsome man, though bearing a handprint on his face, calmly began to make arrangements.

"I have already called Fu Xun over."

"You stay in the lounge and wait with me for him to arrive."

After pausing for a moment, Fu Shizheng continued:
"It's not convenient for you to go out now."

Minghua: I kissed my boss on my first day of work, I'm numb.