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Chapter 135 Where are the underwear I left with you?
"Oh, it's over..."
Several guests sitting nearby also exclaimed in surprise.
It was strange enough that a young man wearing a black Rolex appeared in a snail noodle shop, but he was also splashed with snail noodle soup. The scene was too weird and attracted people's attention.
Fu Ruoshi's high-end custom-made lining worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was definitely wasted. The problem was that he still had to wear this status-defying outfit to go to Zhuorui.
If Mrs. Li and the others saw him in such a smelly and miserable state, where would he put his handsome face?
"Wen Zhixia, I didn't spill it myself, did I?" Fu Ruoshi pointed at his clothes. "You let me enter the company with a stinking smell? How am I going to survive if word gets out?"
Wen Zhixia was also helpless. She didn't know that he was so thick-skinned as to steal her snail noodles.
She hesitated and said, "Can you cover it with your suit?"
"You want to ruin my suit too?" Fu Ruoshi's face turned blue with anger. "Why don't you just ruin my reputation too?"
You sound as if your reputation is as good as yours. Wen Zhixia thought to herself.
The boss came over in a panic, took one look at Fu Ruoshi's shirt, and sighed, "Little beauty, why don't you take your boyfriend home to wash it first? I'm so sorry."
"He's not my boyfriend..."
"Boss, your business deserves to be so good." Fu Ruoshi's brows suddenly relaxed. He interrupted Wen Zhixia again and scanned the code to pay 100 yuan. "No need for change. A good mood is priceless. Wen Zhixia, you soiled my clothes. Don't try to deny it. Take me to your house to change clothes."
After saying that, he grabbed Wen Zhixia's wrist without saying a word and dragged her out of the store.
On the way home, Fu Ruoshi opened the car's convertible top for ventilation. He wore sunglasses and his white shirt was slightly open. Although he was not trying to show off, to passers-by, he looked like a rich young man taking his wife for a ride.
Later, Wen Zhixia couldn't stand the gazes of passers-by, so she took out a mask from her bag and put it on.
When Fu Ruoshi drove into the community, the security guard nodded to him, thinking that they were a couple.
After entering the house, Wen Zhixia didn't want to waste time talking to him and said directly, "Take off your shirt and I'll wash it for you. Don't throw away things worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you don't want to wear it, ask Liu Zhen to send a new one."
"Oh, you're so familiar with the process?" Fu Ruoshi looked at her with ill intentions, "Little housekeeper, as long as you wash it, I will definitely wear it."
Wen Zhixia frowned, "You can take it off or not, if you don't, leave."
As soon as she turned her face black, Fu Ruoshi felt embarrassed and said, "Okay, okay, you're so fierce."
He looked at Wen Zhixia lazily as he unbuttoned his buttons one by one. When he unbuttoned the last button, he saw that Wen Zhixia was still looking at him.
The playful mood came up again, "Not now, I'm busy today and have to go to the company later, please bear with it."
This sounded so familiar, Wen Zhixia thought, wasn't that what she had said to him before?
Fu Ruoshi used to be away on business for several months at a time, and when he came back and saw her, he would ask her to do something. Wen Zhixia sometimes worked night shifts and could not withstand the torment of such a physical fiend like him. Later, when she saw him coming back, she wanted to run away.
The problem is, he really wants her body, but she doesn't want it now!
Fu Ruoshi's face turned red when he looked at her, and he couldn't hide the smile in the corner of his eyes.
"Bring it here!"
Wen Zhixia grabbed his shirt and turned to walk towards the bathroom.
After she left, Fu Ruoshi's throat was still sore. He went to the kitchen to get some water, and opened the cupboard to look for Wen Zhixia's stomach medicine.
The last time she came, she had 12 stomach medicine pills left for this date. Fu Ruoshi counted them and found that there were only 11 left this time, which means that she had a stomach problem recently.
He decided to find a Chinese doctor to treat her, otherwise this wouldn't work.
So he sent a message to Fu Yuehan [Are you still in Japan? I need your help.]
He planned to ask Fu Yuehan to find the old Chinese doctor who treated her dysmenorrhea to check Wen Zhixia's spleen and stomach, and let Fu Yuehan find an excuse to invite Wen Zhixia over.
Here, Wen Zhixia put in the hot water and before washing the shirt, she carefully searched Fu Ruoshi's shirt pocket and found a Hermès receipt inside. It said Picotin lock and rose sakura, which was the pink version of PL basket.
It was obvious that this was a gift for a girl, and Wen Zhixia was stunned.
It seems that his love luck is still good after his divorce.
She had a blank expression on her face. She put the receipt aside, helped him soak the clothes in warm water for a while, and started washing them.
Not long after, Fu Ruoshi came in staggering.
"Has it been washed?"
He was shirtless, revealing his strong abdominal muscles. He had been sweating from running around. The moment I approached him, I felt a strong surge of male hormones.
Wen Zhixia subconsciously took a step back, concentrated and steady her breathing, lowered her head and rubbed the dirty corner of her clothes.
"almost."
Fu Ruoshi said "oh" and walked around to her desk, admiring her focused expression. He saw the hair on her temples fluttering slightly as she rubbed clothes, and tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her pretty nose.
This scene made him feel as if he were in another world, but he also hoped that this moment would last forever.
So he took out his cell phone again and took a picture of the scene.
Her desk was still perfectly organized, with blind box dolls, succulents, and Buddhist beads neatly arranged on the table.
Fu Ruoshi looked carefully and suddenly his eyes lit up.
These were all given to her by me before!
She didn't throw them away, she collected them all!
The proof is like a mountain!
She must still have feelings for me!
Fu Ruoshi suppressed his inner joy and resisted the urge to ask her.
He left these little gadgets on her desk, letting them subtly influence her, hinting at her and letting her be brainwashed slowly.
Slowly fall in love with me again.
"What are you laughing at?"
Wen Zhixia finished washing the clothes and saw Fu Ruoshi sitting in front of the desk in a daze, with a half-smile on his face, feeling puzzled.
Fu Ruoshi was interrupted by her and stood up. He walked to Wen Zhixia and pulled up her shoulder strap that was about to slip off.
"I'm laughing at you not even noticing your shoulder strap fell off," he said nonchalantly, then put away his smile. "What are you doing? Are you trying to seduce me?"
As thick-skinned as a city wall.
Wen Zhixia ignored him, took the washed clothes to the living room, and used a hair dryer to help him dry them.
"I'm going to take a shower first." Fu Ruoshi said, "Liu Zhen will come to deliver clothes soon. If he calls me, please answer the phone for me."
Wen Zhixia hummed and dropped some aromatherapy drops on the heating plate of the garment steamer to deodorize his clothes.
At this moment, the phone on the table rang.
Wen Zhixia took a look and saw it was an unnamed phone number. Thinking it was Liu Zhen, she picked up the phone and said, "Hello, is this Special Assistant Liu?"
"Brother Ruoshi?" A girl's soft voice rang out on the line. "What Special Assistant Liu? Who are you?"
Is this the owner of the Hermès cherry blossom pink?
Wen Zhixia didn't speculate and continued in a steady voice, "Oh, Mr. Fu isn't here. What's your name? I'll pass it on for you."
"I'm Tang Lingling," the voice on the other end said, "Are you Mrs. Li? Please tell Brother Ruoshi to call me back. I'm in Dubai now and I want to buy him a tie. I'm wondering what color he wants."
Wen Zhixia didn't have time to say yes. She turned around and saw Fu Ruoshi coming out of the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around his lower body and wiping his wet hair.
"Wen Zhixia," he said lazily, his tone casual as if chatting, "Where are the underwear I left with you? Why are all of them gone? Did you throw them away?"