Sunny after rain

六

After the dinner that day, I found that I couldn't keep my eyes off Mr. Fang more and more.

When she was speaking, I couldn't help staring at her lips that opened and closed, and even had the urge to kiss her hard.

The back of her walking in front of me, her thin body formed a seductive temptation, which made me really want to hug her.

What made me fall in love with her?

It must be her tenderness wrapped in indifference!

Seeing through my weakness, she was considerate and didn't tell the truth. While maintaining my stubbornness and self-esteem, she didn't hide that she already knew everything about me.

That kind of distanced concern and silent understanding made me feel more at ease.

And even more greedy wanting more...

A phone call interrupted my thoughts.

Come to think of it, it was Mr. Fang calling.

I frowned, she hardly ever called me this late.

I secretly hope she won't ask me how I'm doing with what she told me today, the screen and table are full of data, but...

"Boss Fang." I picked up the phone.

"Meng Qing, are you... asleep?" She asked, her voice sounded very different from usual, I wondered what was going on.

"Not yet, Mr. Fang has something to ask me?" Although my work content includes the "on-the-go" function, except for business trips, I can't think of her using this "function".

Simply put, she respects my personal time.

"Can you pick me up?"

"I see." I said as I got up to get ready and took note of the address she read.

strange address.

I followed the address she gave, and the destination was a bar.

I was surprised, I didn't think she would ask me to pick her up here.

After parking the car, I wondered if I should call her, or go in and find her...?

I suddenly remembered her voice on the phone, which was different from usual.

She's been drinking.

I sighed and decided to go in and bring her out.

When I opened the door, the smell of smoke made me frown unbearably.

I hate the smell of smoke.

But, no way, I have to find my boss.

I walked around the bar and finally found her sleeping on the table at the bar seat.

"Hi! Are you Cynthia's special assistant?" the handsome bartender asked me with a cigarette in his mouth.

I nodded.

"She seems to have something on her mind today, and she drank a lot more than usual...otherwise, she actually has a good drinker." He said while wiping the glass.

I vaguely knew what happened to her because I overheard a phone call...

A woman called her on the phone.

"Thank you for taking care of her, otherwise... losing your boss should not be a trivial matter." I said with a smile.

He laughed out loud when he heard me say that.

"You are very interesting, no wonder she likes you so much." He smiled ambiguously.

I'm glad the lights here are not too bright, otherwise my blushing and shy look must have been seen.

"I'm Tim, and she's a college classmate with her."

I was a little puzzled. I remembered Mr. Fang said that she lived in the United States before she got married.

"I only returned to Taiwan five years ago. My parents are getting old and worried." He added.

Is it because I am too good-looking, or they are too powerful, how come even her friends know what I am thinking.

"Boss Fang..." I gently pushed her.

"Huh?" She looked up and saw it was me, and smiled, "You found me."

I have never seen her smile like this, full of anticipation, as if she has been waiting for me for a long time.

"Well, I'll take you home," I said, trying to help her up.

"Let me help you! Where is the car?" After speaking, he put out his cigarette and walked out from the bar.

"Brother Tim, thank you." I said gratefully.

He picked up Boss Fang and followed me to the car.

"She's getting thinner again." After putting Boss Fang into the back seat of the car, he said with a wry smile.

I began to speculate that his relationship with Mr. Fang is really just a college classmate?

"Don't worry, there is nothing between me and her."

He answered my unspoken question again.

I nodded.

He leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.

Hate the smell of cigarettes, but he did me such a favor that I'm too embarrassed to say anything.

It started to rain.

"Me and her are good buddies." He breathed smoke into the air, and the smoke gradually dispersed in the air, and I waited for him to continue.

"She helped me catch my wife. She was so hot when she was young!" When he said this, Tim always had a smile on his face.

"A lot of boys at school wanted to chase her, but none of them caught up. We all said that her standards were too high..." He suddenly turned to look at me, "Your name is Meng Qing, right? I heard her call you that when she called you .”

"Yes, my name is Meng Qing." I said.

"Take good care of her for me. There are many things. I believe you will gradually understand." After he finished speaking, he patted my shoulder.

"Brother Tim," I called to stop him, "Boss Fang...has this ever happened before?"

"Yes, but it's the first time to be drunk like this, and it's also the first time to ask an assistant to pick him up." After he finished speaking, that ambiguous smile appeared again.

"Oh..." I was a little embarrassed and didn't want to think about what that smile represented.

"Meng Qing, Cynthia is carrying a lot...Let's talk about the shackles, I think you will gradually understand, give her some time, okay? Come on! I'll go in first." After he finished speaking, he threw the cigarette on the I stomped on the ground and gave me a "come on" smile before leaving.

I got back in the car, ready to take her home.

"Qing..." Her voice made my whole body tremble.

She called me that for the first time, calling me so intimately.

"Yes, Mr. Fang." I knew she was drunk, so even though I was a little happy, I still told myself not to take it too seriously.

"go home……"

"Well, I know, I'll tell you when the time comes, let's take a rest first!" I took advantage of the red light and turned to confirm her condition.

"Don't... go home... don't go home..." she repeated indistinctly.

I'm a bit distressed, if I don't go home, where will I go?

"Don't go home...take me away..." Her raving continued.

I thought of what Tim said before he left.

Was home one of her shackles?

"Take me away", is it the longing in her heart?

Tell me what are you doing?There is nothing I can do.

"Mr. Fang, we're here." I parked the car in her garage and tried to help her out of the car.

She opened her eyes to see that I had parked the car in the garage and started messing around again.

"I said I don't want to go home! Please, don't go home... Please..." She grabbed my clothes so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

I thought, did I hold her so tightly that night in Kaohsiung?

When I was at my weakest, she almost let me rely on her without any hesitation... Now I have no reason not to do so.

"Take you back to my house, okay?" I coaxed her softly.

"Okay, take me away, please..." For the first time, I found that my words were so soothing.

She obediently lay back on the car.

When we got home, after a lot of effort, we finally entered the house.

It was too late to recover, only to hear a burst of sad vomiting, and the two of us and the porch instantly became the scene of a tragedy.

It's the first time I've encountered this kind of situation when I grow up, and I don't know how to react for a moment.

"Sorry..." she said weakly.

"It's okay." Looking at her pale face, I couldn't bear to say anything more.

With great difficulty, he helped her into the bathroom, let her sit in the bathtub, adjusted the water temperature, and let the warm water pour down from above, warming her slightly cold body.

I squatted in front of her, and slid my fingers across her face. She raised her head and looked at me, her dazed eyes still attracted me like a deep pool.

"Water..." she said.

I filled a glass of water for her, she took it and rinsed her mouth weakly.

"Sorry..." she said again.

"It's okay, let's clean your body for you, okay?"

She nodded.

"President Fang, I'm sorry." I said, and started to unbutton her shirt.

I felt my fingers trembling, she leaned against me weakly, the heavy feeling reminded me of "she was drunk".It turns out that undressing a drunken person is such a laborious task.

Put the wet and dirty clothes in the washbasin, pick up the shower head and start washing her body.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself that she was my boss, a married woman, and I shouldn't and couldn't have any unreasonable thoughts about her... Although I already have it, I must never let anyone know, especially she.

Her skin is fair and well maintained.When I went to lunch with her before, I also knew that she has a good figure...but I didn't expect it to be so good.

I should be thankful that she is drunk now, otherwise with her ability to easily see through me, the evil thoughts in my mind would certainly not escape her eyes.

Yes, I want to kiss her, I want to carefully walk all over her body with my fingers, her lips, her earlobes, her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders, her chest, her waist, her legs... I dare not continue to think Going down, he shook his head quickly and concentrated on washing her hair.

I helped her stand up, picked up a bath towel to dry her wet body, put on my usual bathrobe, helped her into the room, dried her hair, let her lie on the bed, and covered her with the quilt. Not long after, Her breathing gradually slowed down, and I knew she was asleep.

I got up and left the room, deciding to clean up the mess in the entrance first.

Looking at the sour yellow orange liquid on the ground, I frowned, not because of the pungent smell, but because there was no trace of food in it... So, she drank on an empty stomach?And drank a lot.

Why do you want to hurt yourself like this?

The heart under the armor of the strong woman Fang Meiniang is fragile and needs care after all.

After mopping the floor and tidying it up, I went back to the bathroom and started cleaning myself.

Today should be one of the most embarrassing days in my life.

It wasn't long before I took a shower, threw her clothes in the washing machine, washed and dried, and finally felt relieved.

I stood at the door of the room and looked at her who was already sound asleep.

If she hadn't been drinking, she would never have slept so deeply, I know that.

Maybe it was the alcohol that made her fall asleep, so I walked to the bed recklessly, squatted beside her and took the opportunity to see her enough.

I always feel that I missed this time, and I don’t know when I will have a chance in the future.

"Why...do you do this to me?" She started raving again.

I think about the morning call.

"What did I do wrong? You want to do this to me?" I thought, the "you" refers to the president.

If my guess is correct, the call should be made by Xiaosan.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I have to do this?" She said, tears streaming down her face.

I remembered what she said to me that night.

So, does she love him?does he love her

Is that really a "marriage"?

I gently wiped her tears away, so distressed, but there was nothing I could do.

She suddenly reached out to hold my fingers before she could leave her cheek, "accompany me." She opened her eyes, looked at me and said.

"Mr. Fang, you..." I panicked and wanted to withdraw my hand.

"Stay with me, please." The strength of her hand increased, and her eyes showed pleading.

I know I won't be able to sleep tonight.

I know it's torture for me to lie next to her like this.

I know that what I want is more than "being with her".

I know I should say "no".

But I didn't, I couldn't say no to her.

I lay down next to her, my whole body stiff.

She immediately leaned over and hugged me sideways.

Does she know what she is doing?

Could she have actually woken up?

Is she testing me?

"Hold me." These two words suddenly jumped into my ears.

I looked at her in surprise, and she also looked at me, with the smell of alcohol overflowing from the capillary pores coupled with misty eyes, I quickly turned my back to her, fearing that if she said one more word, I would lose control.

But she didn't mean to let me go.

"Hold me..." She stuck up and hugged me from behind.

I can feel her hand on my waist, the back of my neck can feel the rhythm of her breathing, the smell of drunkenness, the deadly temptation.

"Mr. Fang..." I wanted to say something, but she pulled my shoulders forcefully, straddled me, and looked down at me.

The robe, which is only bound by the belt around the waist, was a little loose because of her sudden big movement, and there was her **** body inside, I dare not think about it...

"Why, don't you hug me?" she asked me.

"Boss Fang, you're drunk." I put my hands next to my ears, and I began to wonder if a drunk person would have such strength?

Is she awake already?

"Why, don't you hug me? Don't you even want me?" After she finished speaking, she leaned over and kissed my lips.

I struggle to resist, this is not right, this is not how it should be...

"Fang, Mr. Fang..." The more I resisted, the stronger the way she kissed me.

I pushed her away and sat up.

She looked at me with hurt eyes, tears fell down again.

"Mr. Fang, you are drunk," I stretched out my hand, "I don't want you to do something that you will regret after you wake up." I wiped her tears gently.

God knows how hard it took me to restrain my desire.

"If I say," she gently held my hand, put it to her lips and kissed, "I will regret it if I don't do it?"

Without giving me time to react, her lips pressed against her again.

Unlike the rudeness just now, she kissed me with an unbelievable tenderness.

I sighed softly and gave up resisting. If this is what she really wants now, then give it to her.

A woman with a broken heart has the right to have whatever she wants.

Even if it's just a temporary tenderness.

I began to respond to her kiss, holding her face with both hands, and my tongue intertwined with hers. The moment my tongue slid across her lips, her body trembled slightly, and she hugged me tightly unconsciously.

I approached her neck, nibbled lightly, pulled the belt around the waist, and took off the soft fabric, and the beautiful carcass appeared in front of my eyes.

I gasped, she was so beautiful.

I hugged her, rolled over, and she lay under me.

She pulled my neck down for a kiss and ripped at my clothes so I took off my top.

She gave me a smile full of desire and temptation, easily depriving me of my remaining sanity.

I kissed her and went all the way down, using the tip of my tongue to walk over every inch of her skin, feeling every trembling of her.

This night, we washed away our sorrow with passion, licked each other's wounds, even if it was only temporary paralysis...

There is no need to think about anything before the most primitive desire...

Before falling asleep, I seemed to hear the sound of the rain getting louder again.

I woke up again to the sound of rain, and I reached out to fumble for the remote control of the stereo on the bedside table. This annoying sound must stop...

"Shh, it's okay." Her voice came, followed by her kiss.

What happened before came back to my mind one by one, and I thought of her in my bed.

She bit my lip lightly, and the little bit of stimulation played a soothing effect, my body gradually relaxed, and the world only left the pleasure she aroused in me.

I couldn't resist what she gave me, so I could only obediently cater to her, and let her do whatever she wanted, until I begged so hard that I couldn't bear it, and she stopped.

"Go to sleep, I won't hear the sound of rain again." She whispered in my ear, and after finishing speaking, she kissed my cheek lightly, a kiss without desire, soothed my panic about the rainy day.

I leaned against her and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, the alarm clock rang.

I was the only one left on the bed.

"You're awake." She leaned against the door, already dressed in the clothes I picked her up at the bar yesterday.

I'm still naked.

"Boss Fang... early..." I was a little embarrassed.

"Get dressed and come have breakfast! It's all the food in your refrigerator." After she finished speaking, she left the room to me.

I got dressed, and there was her baked bread and hot soybean milk on the dining table.

I sat down across from her.

I heard her take a deep breath, "Meng Qing," she said, and I raised my head to meet her gaze, "What happened last night..."

I suddenly knew what she was going to say, "Nothing happened last night." I said it for her, and if it was what she wanted, if it would make her feel better, then so be it.

"Thank you." She looked at me gratefully.

I smiled, picked up the cup on the table, drank it down, and forced back the tears that hadn't fallen while looking up.

At this moment, the feeling for her is so clear, I like her.

Fell in love with my boss, a woman I can't like.

And between us, nothing happened.

Nothing.

Also, there won't be.

The author has something to say: In order to cooperate with Jinjiang's request, many passionate scenes have been deleted, and I hope readers will forgive me.