Chapter 1113
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Lin Ruoxi lifted her head to look at the man. Fu Qinglun entered the room and unbuttoned his blazer, throwing it onto the soft bed. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, stuck one hand into his trouser pocket and took out his cell phone with the other. He lowered his eyes to look at the documents on his phone.
Lin Ruoxi's eyes were filled with infatuation. She hadn't seen him for a long time. He had left Karghalik four years ago and when he returned, he was already the Young Master of Castle Guding.
She didn't even have the chance to get close to him.
In four years, he had turned from 27 years old to 31 years old, the golden age for men. As time passed, he became more handsome and his status became more respectable.
But the most charming thing about him was that he still had a clean and elegant demeanor.
This was why she was so captivated by him.
"Mr Smithson, I'll go in to take a shower," Lin Ruoxi said.
Fu Qinglun didn't lift his eyes, he only responded lightly.
Lin Ruoxi entered the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Lin Ruoxi was dressed in a spaghetti-strap nightgown after her shower. She looked at her own pretty face in the mirror.
Lin Shiyu's face was really expensive. She had undergone several plastic surgeries and spent more than ten million dollars.
But she was very satisfied.
When she looked at her ravishing face in the mirror every day, she felt that she was Lin Shiyu.
Lin Shiyu could receive Fu Qinglun's unparalleled love.
After so many years, this love had never faded.
It really made all the women's eyes turn red.
Lin Ruoxi adjusted the collar of her negligee, turning around to enter the room in satisfaction.
In the room, Fu Qinglun was still by the floor-to-ceiling window, but he was already sitting on the sofa. He was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, with a black leather belt around his muscular waist. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, and because his legs were too long, the ends of his trousers were split into nine parts.
Lin Ruoxi looked at him with adoration. This man was so exquisite and meticulous.
She walked forward.
Fu Qinglun was working on his documents when he lowered his gaze and saw two slender legs. He slowly lifted his handsome face.
Lin Ruoxi stood in front of him. Her hair was wet and her face was flushed red. "Don't work anymore. Sleep early."
Fu Qinglun looked at her beautiful face and raised his eyebrows. He slowly stood up.
He was very tall, towering over her when he stood up.
Lin Ruoxi's body went limp and she subconsciously took a step back.
Fu Qinglun took a step forward. "It's only seven o 'clock and you're already asleep. Don't you have any entertainment?"
Entertainment?
His words were too suggestive. Lin Ruoxi took a few steps back. At this moment, her knees hit the side of the bed and she fell onto the soft bed.
Her vision darkened. Fu Qinglun knelt on one knee on the bed, his tall body standing above her.
It was a captive posture.
Lin Ruoxi's body turned soft like water, she couldn't wait for him to take off his clothes and pounce on her.
But she could not forget that she was Lin Shiyu. With Lin Shiyu's cold personality, she was definitely not the passionate type in bed.
She looked at the man on top of her in a daze. Even though she already knew the answer, she still asked, "What entertainment?"
"Have you forgotten what we did last night?"
Lin Ruoxi was instantly envious. Lin Shiyu must have been on his bed last night.
But she was also on his bed now!
Lin Ruoxi said vaguely, "I haven't forgotten. You bullied me last night."
Fu Qinglun narrowed his eyes and stretched his hand out, caressing her face.
He was touching her!
Lin Ruoxi quickly closed her eyes. She was nervous and filled with anticipation. Her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
But after waiting for a while, his hand didn't land on her.
She opened her eyes, only to see Fu Qinglun's long fingers hooking the black suit that was pressed under her body. He pulled it out. "Sleep early."
He got down the bed and left the room.
He left?
Lin Ruoxi felt as though a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. He actually left?
He wasn't touching her just now. He just pulled out his suit.
It was going to be the Nation's banquet in three days. The lawn outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was decorated with lanterns and colored banners.
The basement of the White House had set up an entertainment venue. One could play cards, drink, gamble and flirt with women.
Fu Qinglun arrived at a luxurious private room. He pushed the door open and entered.
"Mr Smithson, you're here?" The president inside promptly greeted him.
Fu Qinglun nodded and sat on the sofa.
He glanced sideways at the man beside him. "You didn't play cards?"
Gu Mohan reclined lazily on the sofa, dressed in a black shirt. The lines of his shirt stretched from his muscular chest to his handsome shoulders, all the way to his shoulder blades, forming a handsome and elegant line. He held a cigarette between his two fingers and was puffing away the smoke in his mouth.
There was a mahjong table beside him. A few presidents were playing cards. Gu Mohan didn't participate.
He was smoking alone. His deep and reserved aura made him frown slightly.
Exhaling a mouthful of smoke, Gu Mohan glanced at Fu Qinglun. "Not having a moment?"
Fu Qinglun curved his lips. "Seeing that you're alone, I came to accompany you."
Gu Mohan retorted, "Go back, I don't like you."
Fu Qinglun gave him a kick.
There was an additional shoe print on his trousers. Gu Mohan gradually curved his lips and smiled brightly.
A waiter walked over and poured some red wine for Fu Qinglun. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The few presidents who were playing cards kept smoking and there was no lack of dirty jokes. "President Le, I heard that you married a petite wife. How is it? Does her mouth make you feel good?"
"Of course it does! Let me tell you, to prove whether a woman truly loves you, it depends on whether she can lower herself and lower her head to serve you. "
The presidents on the other side burst out laughing.
Gu Mohan didn't have any expression. He had been immersed in the business world for a long time and was used to such dirty jokes. But Fu Qinglun lifted his eyes and looked over.
He was attracted by the topic just now.
Gu Mohan glanced at Fu Qinglun and smirked. "Why, has Lin Shiyu not lowered her head for you?"
No.
Of course not.
He had been with Lin Shiyu for a long time, but the two of them had a rocky relationship. Sometimes, she wouldn't even let him sleep with her.
Although he knew that, he didn't want to do it.
To him, love was just a matter of harmony. It wasn't so erotic.
Gu Mohan smiled and looked at him. "You're really pure."
Fu Qinglun didn't have any objections to this comment. He raised his brows and looked at Gu Mohan. "Why, has Tang Mo 'er lowered her head for you?"
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