Chapter 212: Why aren’t you wearing shoes? Chapter 212: Why aren’t you wearing shoes? “Yes, President Fu!”
The so-called ace lawyer now had to defend Xu Jie too!
After ending the call, Fu Qiyuan glanced at the time.
It was time to prepare dinner!
Back home, there was an ancestor waiting for him to cook.
Thinking of this, the man’s lips curved up slightly, and his deep black eyes betrayed an irrepressible smile.
He chuckled softly, stood up, and walked towards the door.
As soon as he opened the door of the study, he saw Su Ran coming around the corner against the light.
The girl seemed to have just taken a shower, her unpowdered face still blushing from the steam, her hair like seaweed waves cascading down her back.
The hair on her right cheek was tucked neatly behind her ear, revealing a small and lustrous earlobe.
The earlobe was tinged with a faint pink, exquisite curves leading down to her delicate and fair neck. Her fine features were now enveloped with an allure and charm not seen in her usual expression.
Fu Qiyuan’s breath hitched suddenly, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moved twice, and his deep eyes grew even darker, so deep they seemed bottomless.
His gaze slowly traveled downward, landing on a pair of unshod jade feet.
Fu Qiyuan’s brows furrowed slightly, an imperceptible chill emanating from him.
Su Ran had also noticed Fu Qiyuan’s presence by then and was about to approach him when the man strode toward her.
“Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”
Su Ran lifted her eyes to look at him, meeting his deep, marsh-like gaze, and silently lowered her head.
At home, she didn’t like to wear shoes, especially after taking a shower.
Fu Qiyuan placed a hand around her waist and slightly bent down to lift her up in his arms.
Feeling suddenly lifted into the air, Su Ran was startled and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Fu Qiyuan looked down at her, his voice gentle.
“The floor is cold; aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?”
After saying that, he carried her towards the room.
He carefully placed her on the edge of the bed and then fetched a pair of relatively warm slippers, bending one knee in a half-kneel.
His well-defined fingers cradled her ankle and rested it on his knee, while his other hand held a slipper. Seeing his movements, Su Ran’s eyes widened suddenly, and she reached out to grab his hand.
Fu Qiyuan looked up at her, his eyes full of indulgent tenderness.
He gently pried off the girl’s hand from his wrist and started putting the shoe on her.
The man bowed his head slightly, his fine jawline as noble as a deity, his high nose bridge catching the light, his sexy thin lips pursed lightly, like a begonia after autumn, his long, dense eyelashes casting a shadow over his eyes, his entire being radiating an irresistible hormonal charm.
After putting on the shoes and standing up straight, he looked at the girl who was gazing in a trance at him. A doting smile curled the corners of Fu Qiyuan’s lips.
Just as he was about to speak, his eyes fell on her damp hair again.
The man sighed softly, somewhat helplessly.
This girl really didn’t know how to take care of herself.
He turned to grab a hair dryer from the bathroom, plugged it in, and flipped the switch on.
The warm breeze blew on her skin, and Su Ran finally snapped back to reality.
She looked up and saw that the man was drying her hair with serious care, and her heartbeat skipped a beat.
The smooth strands passed through his fingers, and Fu Qiyuan, watching her unusually well-behaved and docile appearance, a subtle smile flickered in his profound eyes.
After drying the hair and switching off the hairdryer, making sure it was dry, he unplugged it.
The spacious room instantly fell silent, so quiet there wasn’t a sound.