Twin Treasures From Heaven: Daddy Dotes on His Wife 1v1

Feng Yuru was fascinated by watching beside Luo Qiqi, Luo Qiqi was in a deep sleep, her head was on her side, and suddenly, a strand of hair fell down from her forehead.

The black hair covered Luoxi's face, passed through her face, the tip of her nose, and fell to the corner of her mouth.

Probably feeling a little itchy, Luo Qiqi moved.

Seeing this, Feng Yuru bent down, stretched out his hand, and brushed away the hair from Luo Qiqi's face.

His fingertips rested next to her ear, the touch from there made him reluctant to let go, his eyes fell deeply on Luo Qiqi's face, and her red lips, which were slightly parted because of her breathing, let out a deadly burst. lure.

The head lowered unconsciously a little deeper.

Su Yihao looked at the photos on his phone, and the corners of his mouth became more curved. He liked the last one the most.

A woman's voice came from outside the cubicle, "Mr. Feng, the documents have been delivered."

Feng Yuru straightened up with some reluctance, his eyes widened, and he opened the curtain of the compartment.

"President Feng, this is..." Before Zhixia finished explaining to Feng Yuru, she saw Feng Yuru frowning slightly, put a slender finger on the corner of her mouth, and let out a "shh".

Zhixia stopped, and then looked inside curiously, it was a woman.

It's that woman.

The woman who Feng Yuru asked her to cooperate and trapped her in the office with Feng Yuru was also the woman who Feng Yuru asked her to pretend to be a reporter, disturbing her sight and diverting her direction at her press conference.

She knew that this woman was called Luo Qiqi.

After a pause, he leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and said in a breathy voice: "Mr. Feng, this is the document sent by the M Group. It is said that it is for you to review and give instructions before sending it over."

Feng Yuru nodded, "Well, did you say anything about the time?"

When turning around to face Zhixia, Feng Yuru's face was indifferent, with no expression to be seen, and the usual pair of eyes that were always rippling with autumn waves were indifferent, and the wind passed without a trace.

Most of the time, where Luo Qiqi couldn't see him, although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, it always contained such a kind of alienation.

"Just say it's a little urgent. I want you to give instructions as soon as possible. It is estimated that it will be sent there in the afternoon."

"En." Feng Yuru took the document in Zhixia's hand, his voice sounded flat, "Got it, you can go back."

Zhixia turned around, walked back, and suddenly turned back, Feng Yuru's curtain had been half drawn down.

Glancing at Zhixia turning her head, she wondered, "What?"

Zhixia's eyes fell on Feng Yuru's neck, "Boss Feng..."

"Ok?"

Pointing to the neckline of Feng Yuru's shirt, there was a blush there. "Your shirt is dirty."

Feng Yuru lowered his eyes to look at his neckline, but he couldn't see it clearly, he only knew that he suddenly saw a red mark, "Well, I see, you go back first."

"Oh." After Zhixia finished speaking, she turned and left.

It should be that when he hugged Luo Qiqi just now, he accidentally touched her lips and got her lipstick on her.

Luo Qiqi slept for a while, and when she woke up, it was already afternoon.

Opening his sleepy eyes, he saw the tall and handsome back of a man in front of him. The man rolled up his shirt sleeves, lowered his head slightly, and was working seriously.

This scene was not uncommon for Luo Qiqi, just because it was often like this when she was with Qin Ao.

It's just that the back view of this man is obviously not Qin Ao's.

"you……"

As soon as the words came out, Feng Yuru suddenly turned around.

The eyes in that moment were a little sharp, but they quickly returned to lightness, "Are you awake?"

"En." Luo Qiqi climbed up from the hanging chair, sleeping on the hanging chair was very comfortable, but after all she couldn't move her body and was still a little stiff.

Feng Yuru took a look at Luo Qiqi's face, and said with satisfaction: "I rested well, and my face has improved a lot."

Luo Qiqi regained her composure, remembering that in the morning she followed Feng Yuru into the museum to look at the paintings and then came here to drink coffee together, why, she fell asleep here?
Looking at the time, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

Turning on the phone, there were indeed three missed calls from Qin Ao, because she was in the museum before, so she turned the volume to mute, and of course the subsequent calls were not answered.

Qin Ao never called people continuously. He often missed a call and stopped calling again, waiting for others to call back.

But today, Qin Ao actually called her two missed calls? !

An ominous premonition struck, Luo Qiqi picked up her bag and was about to leave.

"Mr. Feng, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Looking at the back of Luo Qiqi rushing out, Feng Yuru lightly put the document in his hand back on the table that he didn't have time to read.

With a smile on his lips, he said one by one, "Didn't you say you want to buy me coffee?"

The voice was so small that only he could hear it.

Luo Qiqi returned to the company, and as soon as she opened the office door, she was shivered by the cold air blowing towards her face.

After walking in, Qin Ao was not seen on the president's chair, Luo Qiqi walked around inside, and finally found Qin Ao in a corner of the office.

He was standing there motionless, like a statue.

Qin Ao stood by the window, holding a burning cigarette in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

He was facing out the window, and the sunlight was pouring down from the outside. His body was covered in golden yellow, and he squinted his eyes slightly. Obviously, the sunlight was too dazzling.

Luo Qiqi walked over and pulled down the curtain in front of Qin Ao, "Don't your eyes hurt?"

Only then did Qin Ao turn his head, as if he had just discovered Luo Qiqi who had just returned behind him.

Throwing down the cigarette in his hand and stamping it out, he asked with a gloomy expression, "Where did you go?"

"museum."

There was a bed behind Qin Ao, he took two steps back, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, humming.

His expression was still cold.

He almost thought that Luo Qiqi had disappeared.

When he made the first call to Luo Qiqi but was not answered, his mood was already gloomy. About 10 minutes later, he made the second call, but he still didn't answer, and his heart was already flustered.

He stood here for a long time, trying to appease his emotions, although he knew that he might be making a fuss out of a molehill.

Maybe she was busy and didn't have time to answer the phone, maybe she didn't answer it by accident.

However, as long as there is a slight possibility that she left, that is a consequence that he cannot bear.

If she didn't come back, he would have to make a third call, and if Luo Qiqi didn't answer the third call, he would no longer be able to control his emotions.

He will go crazy.

He would look for her like crazy, and no matter where she was or what she was doing, he would bring her back.

But, fortunately, she's back.

Luo Qiqi originally thought that Qin Ao would get angry, but she didn't expect him to be so calm, she couldn't help feeling strange, bent down and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Ao gently raised his eyelids, and his penetrating gaze fell on Luo Qiqi's face. After looking at it for a moment, he suddenly reached out and picked Luo Qiqi up, pressed him on the bed, and pressed him down.

Without any other movements, Qin Ao just hugged Luo Qiqi tightly in his arms, as if hugging some lost and recovered treasure.

"If you leave for a long time in the future, tell me in advance." Qin Ao's voice sounded deep.

Luo Qiqi hummed, Qin Ao's reaction was something she never expected.

Qin Ao's eyes also darkened, he seemed to be getting more and more out of control, and more and more worried about gains and losses.

The door of the office was opened suddenly, "Brother Qin Ao, my father—"