The living room filled with *******. Su Mianmian felt chills at the back of her neck. She stole a glance at the man sitting on the sofa. His expression was calm as he elegantly unbuttoned his jacket. It was as though a storm was coming.
She thought of the stunned expressions on the faces of her two colleagues when they left and a sense of powerlessness welled up in her.
"Xiangdong, you just got off the plane. You must be very hungry, right? I saved a portion for you. I'll bring it over for you." She had a fawning look on her face as she flirted with him. This tactic was quite useful for the company's flight attendants and she did not believe that he would be an exception.
Lu Xiangdong sat on the sofa, unmoved. He crossed his arms as he looked at the woman in front of him.
"Tsk tsk, Miss Su. I don't mean to criticize you, but look at your sloppy appearance. If you walked out, I reckon that nobody would call you the flower from the Far East. Don't you feel that this would damage your image as a flight attendant?" Lu Xiangdong rudely insulted her.
Seeing that the Huairou policy was ineffective, she put away her gentle looks and snorted, "Captain Lu, with one side of you in front of others, and the other side behind, you're better at playing games than me. The whole company knows about Captain Lu, the single diamond man, but who knows that you have a wife in your house? If outsiders find out about this, won't it hurt your captain's market?"
"Sharp-tongued Miss Su, open the window." He threw his coat aside, looked up at her, and pointed at the French window in the living room.
It was interesting that he talked to her like this; this was not a plane and she was not his passenger. She pursed her lips, straightened her back, and said righteously, "I'll go deal with the hotpot first."
She intended to escape from his view, but when she took a step forward, her collar was grabbed from behind and she was thrown onto the sofa.
He pushed her back onto the sofa and patted her face without anger. "Su Mianmian, I've told you a few times that you're not allowed to bring your colleagues home, and that you're not allowed to eat hotpot at home. You've forgotten everything, haven't you?"
She felt a little aggrieved. "Do you even know how to enjoy yourself? As a foodie, it's quite painful for me when you to tell me not to eat. Besides, who knew you would come back so soon? I've only eaten a few mouthfuls, anyway." The last sentence was purely a complaint to him.
"If you don't eat, you'll die!" He looked like he was disappointed in her as his fingers poked at her head.
"Captain Lu, that's because I'm hungry." She softened her tone and kept blinking at him.
"I'm hungry too!" Lu Xiangdong's voice became a little lower. His face, which was originally straight, suddenly became hostile. His hand directly reached under her open bottom skirt.
Su Mianmian smelled danger. Before she could get up, her waist was pulled down by a big hand, and she fell into his arms.
She let out a scream. The words that had just come out of her mouth were swallowed by his thin lips onto her stomach.
"Oh, wait a minute, I'm on my period." She reached out to push him away. She felt his body stiffen as he looked at her suspiciously and said, "You're really on this time?"
He sounded like he was mocking her, but it was more like he didn't want her anymore.
He got up from her body, shook the smell of hotpot off his shirt, picked up his coat from the sofa, and went upstairs.
Su Mianmian was so angry that she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. "Lu Xiangdong, f*ck you! I really am on my period!"
The stinky man didn't believe her. She slammed the hotpot on the table until it made a crackling sound to vent her dissatisfaction.