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Yan Zhixu raised his eyes.

She could clearly see that the eyes of the man under the lens were secluded and deep, a little more scarlet than usual, vaguely restrained and a little indulgent, inexplicably **** and seductive.

Suddenly, my heart throbbed.

"No one has taught me." Her voice was pitiful and charming, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, as gorgeous as a sunflower blooming.

He looked up and down at Fu Shimo recklessly, with intriguing bits in his eyes, "Why, do you have an opinion?"

After speaking, he raised his hand on his shoulder and patted it twice, "President Fu, hold back if you have any opinions."

She flicked the non-existent dust on his shoulder with her fingers.

The distance between the two was narrowed, but her eyes were clear and clear, and there was no trace of confusion.

Fu Shimo grabbed Yan Zhixu's right hand and took off her mask with the other.

Looking down, she looked at the black nail polish on her fingernails, "Little boy, your temper is still so bad."

Black is enchanting and domineering, and there are no fancy rhinestones on the nails. It is simple and moderate, which is in line with her image.

The little hands were soft and the skin was delicate, but he could clearly notice a thin layer of calluses on her fingertips.

Different from the cocoon of holding the pen holder all the year round, it is more like holding a wooden warehouse and typing on the keyboard.

There was a dark gleam in his eyes, and he did not continue to investigate.

He let go of her hand, "Don't stare at other people with hot eyes next time."

She didn't even know that, a look could easily tug at her heartstrings.

Yan Zhixu shrugged, "Everyone likes beautiful things."

Of course she is no exception.

Who made Dean Fu's appearance and those skeletal hands so attractive to her?

However, other people should not have such treatment, after all, the ceiling whether it is appearance or hand shape is placed in front of her.

Suddenly, there was a hint of cunning on his cold face.

She stood on tiptoe, leaned into Fu Shimo's ear, and whispered, "President Fu, do you think our current situation looks like the protagonist in a small movie who is stealing love?"

She said ambiguous words, but her voice was clear and cold, and her expression was more serious, without any charming thoughts.

Fu Shimo's eyes regained clarity, as cold as usual, calm as water, as if it was not him who pulled her into the bathroom.

He tidied up his wrinkled clothes and looked at her statement in a cold tone, "I'm not interested in stealing."

After speaking, he slid the door lock and lifted his feet to get out.

"So... Dean Fu means that he likes the righteous?" Yan Zhixu's cold voice sounded in his ear.

He paused for a while, didn't turn around, and strode out.

Looking at his back, she raised her eyebrows and said evilly, "Tsk, Dean Fu changes his face very quickly."

When a man pulls a woman into the bathroom, anyone will feel that something must be done.

Even if they don't treat each other frankly, at least they kiss and hug each other. They are strange, so they touched a small hand.

However... I am afraid that outsiders can't imagine that there is such a hot and sultry heart hidden under his seemingly gentle and elegant appearance.

She likes Dean Fu more and more, and especially wants to get rid of his secrets.

Yan Zhixu walked out of the bathroom and walked to the make-up mirror on the side. Seeing that the makeup was not on, it was still delicate and elegant.

Raising eyebrows, elegant and ruffian, the two particularly contradictory temperaments are integrated into one, and they don't seem weird.

Put your mask back on, turn around and leave.