Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

In October in Beijing, early autumn is approaching and the heat is gradually dissipating.

In the blue sky, clouds are flying like cotton wool, and when the breeze blows, the air is filled with a unique dryness.

Three days had passed since that night, and Fu Shiyan hadn't even been seen in these three days. If it hadn't been for Xiao Liu's confirmation, she would have thought it was a dream.

She should have asked for her contact information when she left that day.

With a sigh, Aning ate the takeaway she had just ordered. She took a few bites of it, put down her chopsticks, and began to think hard.

This cannot continue.

She had to take action.

On the other side, the man who had not been seen for three days was currently handling official business. He looked like a business elite in a suit and leather shoes with a cold look on his face.

Assistant Xiao Zhang knocked on the door cautiously. After hearing the man's cold voice, he opened the door.

"Mr. Fu, we found it."

Xiao Zhang knew that his boss didn't like too much nonsense, so he kept the story short and immediately reported what he found at hand.

"It was Pushy's people who drugged him."

Fu Shiyan showed no expression, and continued to flip through the documents. He only said calmly, "The acquisition is ahead of schedule."

Although the man's voice sounded calm, it still made Xiao Zhang tremble.

As expected of his boss, he said the most lethal words in the calmest tone, and the city was about to change again.

Who is Fu Shiyan? He has become famous in the business circle for being cold and ruthless in recent years. Although he is the heir to the Fu family, he has single-handedly built a new "Fu Group", and his strength cannot be underestimated.

Before going out, Xiao Zhang seemed to have thought of something and turned his head and said: "Mr. Fu, this is the last review today."

The man said "hmm", took care of the matters at hand, and went to the hospital for a review.

His identity was there, so the reexamination results came out quickly, and he was in good health without any discomfort.

He was drugged at a bar he attended three days ago. Although his body was fine, he still went through a series of physical examinations.

"Mr. Fu, do you want to go back to the apartment?"

The words "go back to the apartment" made the man startled for a moment, and then he remembered that he had not returned to the apartment for three days.

Somehow, a girl's moist eyes and her soft "Brother Shi Yan" suddenly appeared in my mind.

He said to the driver: "Go back to the apartment."

The driver nodded in agreement, turned the steering wheel, and set off. The journey was not far or near, and the car parked under the apartment building in about half an hour.

During the lunch break, everything was quiet. Fu Shiyan entered the elevator and pressed the button for the 16th floor with his white fingertips. Looking at the floors going up, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of joy.

Are you happy?

At this moment, Aning, who was on the 16th floor, was sighing, with a sad look on his face, until Xiaoliu's cheerful voice sounded in his mind.

"Aning Aning, Fu Shiyan is in the elevator and will arrive in ten seconds!"

When the girl heard the news, she wiped away the sadness on her face and smiled with her gleaming eyes, her temporal bones touching the end of her eyes: "He's back?"

Not caring about her rather sloppy appearance at the moment, the girl went straight to the door, pulled her hair and opened the door.

After seeing that slender and straight figure, the smile on Aning's face became sweeter and sweeter, and there was a deep care in his tone.

"Brother Shi Yan, you are back."

Fu Shiyan heard the noise coming from behind and paused to open the door. When he heard the girl's soft voice, his heart trembled.

Turning his head, his eyes touched the girl's sweet smile, and then he turned unnaturally to the two tender white arms. His breath was stagnant, and he said softly, "Hmm."

Probably because he felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, he opened the door and walked in in a panic. When he was about to close the door, the little girl quickly blocked the edge of the door with her hands.

Her soft little hand clung to the man's arm that was about to close the door. She blinked and her almond-shaped eyes were clear. The girl spoke nervously: "Brother Shi Yan, I don't have hot water over there. Can I come to your house to wash my hair?"

After saying that, without waiting for Fu Shiyan's reaction, he just slipped in through the crack of the door like a nimble cat.

In this way, Aning successfully entered Fu Shiyan's house.

Xiaoliu is right, that's it.

The sound of running water disrupted Fu Shiyan's thoughts. He stared at the bathroom door, his dark eyes bottomless.

Normally no one is allowed to enter his private area, but the girl's sudden intrusion made him not feel invaded, as if he acquiesced, which even surprised him.

This has never happened before.

Forget it, no longer thinking about girls, Fu Shiyan turned around and walked to the study room, turned on the computer and started working.

In the bathroom, Aning was struggling with her hair. Her hair was so long and thick that her hands were numb after blowing it. She stopped blowing it after it was half dry.

After tying her half-dried hair casually and cleaning up the fallen hair strands on the floor, she walked out cautiously on tiptoes and glanced around the living room.

What about people?

Seeing no one, she looked around for a while and heard Fu Shiyan's voice coming from the room directly in front of her. He must have been on the phone. He was talking about some very obscure things that she couldn't quite understand.

Aning walked quietly to the door, paused for a while, raised her hand and was about to knock on the door, but her brain stopped her first.

Is it bad to knock on the door like this? If he is working, wouldn't it disturb him?

This can easily annoy people.

After much deliberation, Aning still didn't knock on the door.

Forget it, she should just wait for him outside.

An Ning, who had been scrolling through his cell phone for nearly an hour, looked up at the room where Fu Shiyan was and curled his lips. It must have grown inside.

Probably because he had been waiting for too long, drowsiness came to his mind. Aning felt as if his eyelids were fighting, and he closed his eyes in a daze.

After finishing the work, Fu Shiyan looked out the window.

The golden crow falls in the west, and the afterglow dyes the horizon into blood color with a hint of orange light. The clouds roll and relax, like a rich oil painting that is pleasing to the eye.