Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Qin Yuhe asked Song Xinya to ask for leave to say the words of love, but after a while, there was no response from her.

He asked, "You don't want to take leave?"

Song Xinya: "No, I was just thinking about what reasonable excuse I could come up with to ask my boss for leave."

She couldn't very well tell her boss, "Mr. Zhao, my husband wants to have some serious sex, so I'd like to take two days off to spend three hundred rounds with him in bed. He's really addicted!"

How can you say that?

If this reason for asking for leave gets out, you'll either be sent to a mental hospital or arrested in a crackdown on prostitution and pornography.

She's so young, she doesn't want to end up in jail eating cornbread.

Qin Yuhe asked, "Do I need a reason to ask for leave?"

Song Xinya: "Don't you need a reason to ask for leave?"

"You're the big boss, so of course you don't need a reason to take leave. No, you don't even need to ask for leave. You can choose not to go and come to work whenever you want."

Qin Yuhe: "That's true."

Song Xinya: "...Xiuer, is that you?"

Qin Yuhe: "I was born this way, this is my daily life."

Song Xinya poked his chest with her finger, saying, "Boss, don't stir up hatred among us working people. We'll get jealous."

Qin Yuhe smiled faintly: "Are you interested in managing the company?"

Song Xinya: "What's wrong? You want to give me a company and make me your boss?"

Qin Yuhe: "Giving you a company is not as simple as giving you a flower to me."

Song Xinya leaned against his chest and chuckled: "Showing off your wealth."

Qin Yuhe did indeed have a bit of a deliberate intention to show off his wealth to her.

Because she had previously said that she liked money, he had to show off to her from time to time that he was very rich.

Song Xinya was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Qin Yuhe, the son of a prominent figure in Beijing's elite circles, would also like to flaunt his wealth.

Tsk tsk tsk, all men are the same; they love to show off as soon as they have a little money.

Qin Yuhe was thinking, "He's already shown off his wealth, why doesn't she say anything?"

Was the display too subtle?

Another day, I'll have my assistant organize his assets and show her the bank deposit figures directly.

The couple each had their own thoughts.

The first floor was bustling with people, their elegant attire and graceful figures creating a vibrant atmosphere as guests, dressed in fine clothes, clinked glasses and exchanged toasts.

Qin Yuhe looked down and immediately saw a man pinning a woman against the wall in the corner, the two embracing and kissing passionately.

The man was tall and slender, with a noble air, exuding the charm of a mature man.

The woman was completely enveloped by his figure, positioned between the wall and his body, her slender white fingers tightly gripping the fabric of the man's suit jacket on both sides of his waist.

Although the woman's face and expression cannot be seen, one can imagine how intense their kiss was through her curled fingers and pale knuckles.

When Song Xinya saw that Qin Yuhe had suddenly stopped talking, she looked up at him and followed his gaze to the couple kissing in the corner.

No wonder you didn't say anything; you were secretly watching others kiss.

If there's such a good thing, why didn't you invite her to watch it together? That would be so unfair.

The man who was pressing the woman down to kiss her was wearing a dark gray suit. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and an outstanding temperament. Even just his back view made him look particularly handsome.

Handsome men naturally exude sexual tension.

After watching for a while, Song Xinya exclaimed, "He seems to have exceptional kissing skills."

Qin Yuhe recalled her evaluation of him: "He's... alright, I guess..."

His face darkened.

Song Xinya was engrossed in watching when suddenly everything went black, and Qin Yuhe, dressed in a black suit, blocked her way.

Qin Yuhe: "Stop looking."

Song Xinya: "Why?"

Qin Yuhe: "Other girls would shyly turn their faces away when they see others kissing, but you, on the other hand, stare intently, as if you wanted to pop your eyes out."

Song Xinya: "I'm not a girl, I'm a young married woman."

Qin Yuhe: "..."

He gave a silent smirk, placed his hand on her back, and led her downstairs.

Qin Yuhe: "Watch less of this kind of unhealthy stuff in the future."

Song Xinya: "So you were watching for a long time too."

Qin Yuhe: "I won't watch it anymore."

Song Xinya: "Let's go, let's go."

The two walked down to the first floor, through the lobby, and as they stepped out the door, a man called out from behind, "Qin Yuhe."

There aren't many people who dare to address Qin Yuhe by his full name.

Song Xinya accompanied Qin Yuhe throughout the entire banquet, and she never heard anyone mention his name so directly.

She couldn't help but wonder about the identity of the man behind her, so she turned around to look.

Wearing a dark gray suit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he exudes an outstanding aura.

Isn't he the guy who pinned a woman against the wall and kissed her?

When the man saw Song Xinya, he remained calm and composed, nodding politely in greeting.

Qin Yuhe introduced him to Song Xinya: "He is my cousin, Fu Xiaochen."

So it was my cousin. No wonder he dared to call Qin Yuhe by his full name.

Song Xinya nodded to Fu Xiaochen and said, "Hello, brother."

Qin Yuhe's expression changed.

Fu Xiaochen noticed the fleeting change in his expression. He hadn't originally planned to reach out, but the urge to tease his cousin suddenly arose, and he extended his hand to Song Xinya: "Hello."

A handshake is a basic courtesy in social situations, and Song Xinya extended her hand to the other person.

Qin Yuhe: "Fu Xiaochen, your wife is here."

Fu Xiaochen abruptly withdrew his hand, turned around, and saw that there was no one behind him; his wife hadn't come.

He was tricked by Qin Yuhe.

Fu Xiaochen turned around, but there was no one in front of him. Qin Yuhe had pulled Song Xinya away.

Inside the Rolls-Royce.

Song Xinya: "Why did you suddenly pull me away? We haven't even said goodbye to my brother yet."

Qin Yuhe: "Don't keep calling other men 'brother'."

Song Xinya felt a little confused: "He's your cousin, what's wrong with me calling him 'brother'?"

Qin Yuhe: "I don't want to hear that."

Song Xinya looked at his face; it was icy cold, like a block of ice.

She stopped talking and turned to look out the car window.

A moment later, he reached out and grabbed her shoulder.

"Song Xinya, are you angry with me because of my cousin?"

Song Xinya looked out the window: "No."

Qin Yuhe nudged her shoulder again.

Song Xinya turned to the side and shook off his hand.

Qin Yuhe pinched her chin with his fingers, trying to turn her face around.

Song Xinya bent over and then turned to shake off his hand.

With his sleeves half-rolled up, Qin Yuhe's arms, with veins bulging on his pale skin, passed under her knees, and with his other hand supporting her back, pulled her onto his lap.

Qin Yuhe looked at the woman in his arms: "You seem to have a particularly good impression of my cousin?"

Song Xinya: "I only met him once, so I can't really say I had any impression of him."

Qin Yuhe frowned: "You want to see him a few more times?"

Song Xinya: "..."

"What I mean is, I only said one sentence to him, and we don't really know each other well enough."

Qin Yuhe: "So you want to chat with him more and get to know him better in the future?"

Song Xinya: "…………"

Did he learn his Chinese language comprehension skills from Song Tingye?

Seeing that she kept her head down and her face tense, Qin Yuhe frowned and pinched the bridge of her nose.

He took out his phone. Although he didn't want to see Fu Xiaochen at all right now, and didn't even want to see Fu Xiaochen's name, he still sent Fu Xiaochen a message.

[Your wife is angry, how do you appease her?]

Fu Xiaochen: [When couples quarrel, they argue in bed but make up at the foot of the bed. Just give them a good night's sleep and everything will be fine.]

Qin Yuhe learned something new.

Song Xinya was suddenly lifted into the air, and the world spun before her eyes. Qin Yuhe then placed her on a chair.

She exclaimed, "Mr. Qin, what are you trying to do?"

Qin Yuhe's strong knees forced her legs apart.

"I'll take care of you."

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