Fu Yanlin became clingy, and Wen Sheng had no choice.
He was shameless, quick with sweet nothings, and especially good at flirting.
Wen Sheng often wondered, how could there be such a bewitching man in this world? With ease, he could enchant someone, making them fall without even realizing it.
"Wife, did you miss me today?" Fu Yanlin narrowed his eyes, tightening his hand on Wen Sheng's waist.
Wen Sheng was forced to lean against his chest, the cellphone in her pocket uncomfortably pressing through the silk shirt.
She bit her lip, reaching to grab her phone when she heard his suggestive voice beside her ear, "Mrs. Fu, don't be in a hurry, the buttons haven't been undone yet."
"Give me back my phone first, and after I finish my work, I'll keep you company," Wen Sheng softly coaxed.
Didn't Fu Yanlin understand that his wife was a workaholic? If he returned the phone to her, she'd slip into the study and lock the door, not coming out for hours.
