Quenching

"What's wrong... Wanli Fuguang... you..."

Huang Qiaqia stared in panic at Wanli Fuguang, whose face was flushed.

Why? His eyes seemed to reveal an unprecedented stubbornness and desire.

In an instant, Huang Qiaqia understood and struggled to push against the muscular chest.

I can't do it in the office!

The beastly desires within him had long since robbed Wanli Fuguang of his last shred of reason.

Huang Qiaqia's eyes glazed over for a second as her pure white dress crumbled and fell to the ground.

Coming to her senses, Huang Qiaqia rushed towards the door. She couldn't forget that experience, nor could she forget the secret that only she and Momo knew.

"return."

A deep, hoarse voice poured down from Huang Qiaqia's head like a sharp blade, leaving no room for resistance. Huang Qiaqia's hands and feet immediately turned cold, her whole body trembled slightly, and she shook her head desperately. She wasn't trying to resist; she had a psychological barrier. She was afraid of being rough, she couldn't accept it. She wanted Wanli Fuguang to treat her gently. She didn't want this, she didn't want it.

Huang Qiaqia pounded desperately, but still couldn't push him away. The scorching breath that filled her ears and her alabaster skin were suddenly stained with a deep rose-red.

The flower buds, about to bloom, exude a vibrant natural fragrance. They should be shyly turning, or gently swaying, or their subtle fragrance slowly seeping into the skin and bones.

At this moment, the autumn wind is bleak, the shadows of the trees sway, and suddenly a bitter tear falls. The delicate daisy, swaying precariously, desperately clutches its last red stamen.

Xing Songfeng hummed a song, lazily propped his feet on the desk, and savored his jasmine tea.

Wu Haofeng picked up the cappuccino his secretary had poured for him and asked leisurely.

When should we call Sheng Shanxing?

Xing Songfeng lay half-reclined in the chair, holding his phone, and raised an eyebrow at Wu Haofeng with a smile in his eyes.

"Let's do it tomorrow morning! Everyone'll be there! It'll be more lively with so many people!"

"haha okay."

Wu Haofeng was also delighted, and opened his notebook to find his students' papers.

Clumps of grass bent low with laughter, magpies joyfully announced their arrival outside the window, and ginkgo fruits on the trees grinned widely.

With a loud bang, a tall figure kicked open the office door, a hint of anger towards Shen Qiu gleaming beneath his gold-rimmed glasses. Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng froze instantly, standing there stiffly.

"Bang!" Another sound rang out as the black coffee the secretary had given Wanli Fuguang slammed onto the desk. Her anger turned to coldness, and Xing Songfeng suddenly shivered. His phone slipped silently from his hand, and a series of commas appeared on Wu Haofeng's laptop screen.

"he and I……"

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to pull his leg back and run away, a glare shot over from the gold-rimmed glasses. Xing Songfeng's body swayed, and he fell heavily to the ground, rubbing his buttocks as he explained.

"Jin Xixing, listen to me, that...that..."

Wu Haofeng closed his tablet, glanced at the door, and thought that running away was the best option, but Jin Xixing was standing there, and he didn't dare to.

"If I hadn't come back early, you two would have succeeded, right?"

The flames in Jin Xixing's eyes seemed to burn the two of them to ashes, leaving not even bone fragments.

Xing Songfeng timidly moved backward, taking one small step after another.

“By doing this, at least Sheng Shanxing will keep pestering our family, my cousin will have no choice but to become the heir, and I will be free.”

"Why are you two always stopping the young master from dating? Can't you let him rest for a while and relax properly?"

"I don't want to be an heir for even a second. I can't even sleep in, let alone rest."

“There are ten thousand things to discuss every day, I’m starting to wish I were opinions myself. If we weren’t thinking about the Wanli family, we would have sold the whole group and all of the Wanli family’s businesses long ago.”

Wu Haofeng and Xing Songfeng tilted their heads back, and the two of them straightened their chests at the same time.

Jin Xixing chuckled lightly and said calmly.

"Thank you so much. In the short time we've taken on this responsibility, we've been running around cleaning up your messes."

"That's your fault too, for not coming back sooner and stopping the master's decision."

Wu Haofeng stepped forward, signaling Xing Songfeng to also attack Jin Xixing.

"That's right! So what if I cause trouble? As the heir, I won't cause trouble anymore. Besides, I was never cut out to be an heir. I was born to be carefree and unrestrained. My life now feels like being in prison every day."

Jin Xixing took a deep breath, pushed Xing Songfeng aside, sat down in the boss's chair, picked up the equity distribution documents, and turned on the computer.

Wu Haofeng and Wanli Fuguang jumped three feet high, just about to leap out, when a cold voice came from behind them.

"What do you mean by that girl named Huang Qiaqia stopping the young master from becoming the heir?"

"Oh, it's not that she's stopping him, it's just that she doesn't want him to be the heir, and she..."

"Jin Xixing, listen to me, Huang Qiaqia, she..."

Xing Songfeng and Wu Haofeng pushed and shoved each other, rushing to the desk to speak first.

Jin Xixing looked up and slowly uttered a sentence.

“I explained each one in detail, one by one.”

Xing Songfeng dragged a chair over and moved it closer to Jin Xixing. Wu Haofeng picked up a teacup and leaned forward.

"You tried to break them up. Did you succeed?"

"No, but we're still trying. If you don't sabotage things today, Huang Qiaqia will probably be taken care of by your cousin."

"If the young master really sleeps with Huang Qiaqia today, it won't be easy for them to separate, will it?"

Wu Haofeng nudged Songfeng, his eyes shining. Jin Xixing finished reviewing several documents and said calmly.

"Keeping a woman as a mistress is always a hassle, and it's better to cut ties cleanly and decisively."

"Do you have any idea?"

Xing Songfeng held a teacup, gazing expectantly at Jin Xixing. Wu Haofeng held a pen, opened the document, and waited. Jin Xixing's slender and beautiful hand wrote down her comments.

"Is Huang Qiaqia leading the young master by the nose?"

"Yes, whatever this chubby kid says, my cousin listens to."

As soon as Xing Songfeng finished speaking, a sharp pain shot through the back of his head. Wu Haofeng put down his pen, quickly pressed his face against Jin Xixing's, and pressed for an answer.

"What do you mean?"

Jin Xixing pushed Wu Haofeng's face away in disgust and explained.

"You're always trying to drive Huang Qiaqia away from the young master, but have you ever thought about trying to pull the young master back from Huang Qiaqia?"

"How do we get him back? My cousin won't listen to us!"

Before Xing Songfeng could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his leg, and he immediately knelt down.

"You mean you introduced girls to the young master, and now he only has Huang Qiaqia in his heart and eyes?"

Jin Xixing glanced at the two of them with disdain and sighed.

"Did I say now? It's impossible for them to stay on good terms forever."

Just as Xing Songfeng was about to get up, a force suddenly pressed him down. Wu Haofeng looked at his head and chuckled.

"We spit electronic and lie flat modern..."

"The young master had the laboratory built for Professor Jin and Professor Zhong, and construction will begin no later than next month."

"Kindness without saying thanks."

Xing Songfeng's head slammed into the ground, then he looked up and ran off with Wu Haofeng.