Su Li shivered suddenly and immediately shook her head, but her hands around Feng Huaijin’s neck tightened instead.
Feng Huaijin’s lips curled up slightly as he gently wrapped his large hand around her slender waist and walked inside.
Su Li’s face turned extremely pale as she whined, "Don’t go in, I feel like there’s something weird in the office. The lights suddenly went out..."
Feng Huaijin held Su Li’s slender waist with one hand, his tall figure walking inside, as he opened the office’s circuit breaker box with his left hand.
A teasing laugh echoed above Su Li’s head: "Su Li, it’s just a tripped breaker, and you say it’s haunted?"
Su Li’s pale hand clung to Feng Huaijin’s neck, and she finally managed to look up, feeling a bit exasperated.
She whimpered in a soft voice, "But... but why did it happen so coincidentally? And... why are you here?"
Feng Huaijin turned on the lights and pulled Su Li down, settling her onto the leather sofa in the office. "Came to have a look."
He just returned from Qinshui Blue Shore, found the house empty, and instinctively came to Su Li’s studio. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel·fire·net
Su Li sat on the sofa, looking up at Feng Huaijin, her face filled with a conflicted expression.
Feng Huaijin leaned against the side, his handsome face full of meaning: "Scared? Want me to hold you?"
Su Li felt embarrassed, rubbing her goosebumped arms chilled by the air conditioner, and forced herself to say, "I’m not scared!"
Feng Huaijin smirked, "Is that so? Then I’ll be heading back."
Su Li watched him put one hand in his pocket and lift his leg to walk out, and her face suddenly turned colorful.
Still torn inside, her legs moved on their own, and she suddenly stood up, dashing toward Feng Huaijin.
Feng Huaijin stopped in his tracks, a muffled laugh escaping from his chest.
Su Li, both embarrassed and angry, pounded her fist on his back, "Feng Huaijin!!"
Feng Huaijin chuckled, extending his long arm to pull her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist and inhaling her faint sweet scent.
Su Li felt a bit of reassurance, suddenly her eyes brightened, and she shook his arm, her voice unconsciously coquettish, "Mr. Feng, teach me how to look at the studio’s data."
A genius is sitting right there; not consulting him would be a waste!
Feng Huaijin looked down at her, a smile in his eyes, "Su Li, you’re really good at taking advantage of the situation."
Feng Huaijin pulled Su Li to sit at the desk, his long fingers flipping through the studio’s data.
Feng Huaijin raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised, "Su Li, you actually have money. You’ve invested nearly a hundred million in a small studio for turnover?"
Su Li let out a dry laugh, feeling a bit guilty. This money was Future’s earnings, and now it’s all wasted by her.
Feng Huaijin didn’t ask where she got so much money, pointing at the studio’s data, he patiently guided her.
Su Li started with enthusiasm, but as the night went deeper, she couldn’t resist yawning, her eyelids drooping.
Her head tilted, and she leaned directly on Feng Huaijin’s shoulder.
Feng Huaijin’s articulate voice suddenly paused, and as he lowered his head for a quick look, Su Li’s little face was flushed, her eyelashes curled, her breathing steady.
Feng Huaijin was momentarily stunned, and his hand involuntarily reached toward her small face.
His fingers touched her soft, warm cheek, which startled Feng Huaijin into withdrawing his hand immediately.
Feng Huaijin tugged at his tie and muttered a curse under his breath.
This girl, doesn’t she have any sense of self-preservation? Does she really think he’s a good guy?
Feng Huaijin reached out intending to pick up Su Li, but suddenly a shadow flashed before his eyes...