Chapter 134

Huo Jingcheng didn't get the answer to this question tonight.

"..." Answering him was the girl's sleeping face with her eyes closed and her distant breathing.

Not knowing if she was pretending to sleep or really asleep, Huo Jingcheng laughed, his lips curling into a subtle arc.

There was wind outside the window, and the thin gauze curtains formed ripples slowly and regularly, swinging out mottled light and shadows.

Su Ruoyun, wrapped in the quilt, squirmed like a curled-up little insect, burying her face in his arms.

There were more than three thousand fruit trees planted in the manor farm.

The next morning, the sunlight spilled gently onto the boundless lawn of the manor, making the green lawn even more verdant.

Today, Huo Jingcheng had business. When Su Ruoyun woke up, there was no one beside her, and the bright and glaring light shone into the bedroom through the thin gauze curtains.

Su Ruoyun sat at the dining table, enjoying breakfast.

Breakfast was bacon, eggs, and toast, accompanied by a glass of iced milk.

She finished her breakfast in a leisurely manner, and the servant gave her detailed directions to the orchard.

The private manor and farm covered 200 acres. Learning that the orchard was far away, Su Ruoyun politely asked if they had any means of transportation.

The servant respectfully informed her that there were several all-terrain four-wheeled motorcycles parked in the garage. She knew how to ride a motorcycle, so she took the keys from the manor butler, rode her beloved little motorcycle with satisfaction, and set off to the orchard to pick fruit.

The four-wheeled motorcycle had strong driving force. Accompanied by the roar of the engine, it sped out. Her ponytail, tied up, danced wantonly with the rhythm of the wind, the tips of her hair fluttering. The "colossal" motorcycle made Su Ruoyun look cool and dashing.

After a ten-minute ride, Su Ruoyun, with a small bamboo basket hooked on her wrist, saw fruit trees laden with fruit.

In an instant, she felt the joy of the harvest.

Su Ruoyun picked fruit in the orchard with great joy, completely immersed in it. Near noon, she rode her motorcycle back, fully loaded.

Walking into the villa, she handed the small bamboo basket filled with fruit to the servant who came up to meet her. The servant took the basket and also offered a glass of ice water.

Su Ruoyun took the glass, the water droplets condensed on the cup wall instantly wetting her palm. She tilted her head and drank a large mouthful of water, the icy, cool feeling sliding down her throat all the way, taking away all her fatigue and heat, making her feel refreshed.

Seeing that Su Ruoyun was looking for Huo Jingcheng, the servant told her in broken Chinese: "Sir is in the study."

Huo Jingcheng had returned to the villa not long ago, had asked the servant about Su Ruoyun's whereabouts, and then went upstairs to the study.

Su Ruoyun nodded, stepped with light footsteps, and walked into the kitchen. In the kitchen, the chef was cooking lunch—it was Chinese food.

The heat, wrapped in a rich and mellow fragrance, rushed into her nose. Su Ruoyun wrinkled her nose and took a deep sniff; it was a familiar scent. She turned her head and saw that it was roast duck, the unique aroma of fruitwood and duck fat drifting into her breath.

Declining the servant's help, she put the strawberries, cherries, and blueberries into the sink and washed them carefully. The servant on the side timely handed over an exquisite white porcelain plate, the porcelain plate gleaming with a warm luster.

The pink and blue fruits were exquisitely arranged on a plate. Su Ruoyun held the white porcelain plate in one hand and a glass of freshly squeezed blueberry juice in the other, walking up the spiral staircase. The study was located on the third floor.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Three faint knocks on the door came through.

Huo Jingcheng lifted his long lashes and glanced sideways. The vice president, who was holding forth on the computer in front of him, subconsciously fell silent.

At the same time, on the other side, Su Mingyan also clearly captured these three knocks on the door. His right hand, which was spinning a pen, paused, his eyes lifted slightly, and a flash of inexplicable emotion passed through the depths of his eyes.

Su Ruoyun placed her hand on the doorknob, applied a little force, and with a faint "click" sound, the doorknob turned. She pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

Huo Jingcheng discovered it was Su Ruoyun, raised his hand to turn off the video page, and said concisely: "Continue."

Immediately, he beckoned lazily toward Su Ruoyun, silently signaling her to come in.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun bypassed the sofa and walked to the desk. The white porcelain plate made a "click" sound as it was placed on the desk. Before she could stand still, she was picked up by Huo Jingcheng.

Su Ruoyun sat between Huo Jingcheng's legs. As soon as she looked up, the impeccable handsome face of her own brother, Su Mingyan, on the computer screen came into view.

The video call wasn't muted. She raised her finger, pointing vaguely at the top left corner of the screen, then turned her head to ask Huo Jingcheng with her eyes.

What she got was Huo Jingcheng's nod.

Su Ruoyun lowered her finger, picked up a luscious strawberry from the white porcelain plate, and stuffed it into Huo Jingcheng's mouth. After he swallowed it, she leaned into Huo Jingcheng's ear and asked in a whisper: "Is it sweet?"

After asking the question, she slowly straightened her body, her back straight, her posture dignified yet soft.

Huo Jingcheng watched her actions and also learned her way, leaning into Su Ruoyun's ear, saying softly: "Very sweet."

The warm breath brushed against her fair side neck, causing Su Ruoyun to shrink back.

A cross-border meeting came to an end after an hour. The employees from both Bank of China and Hengfeng had the sense to exit the video call, leaving only the leaders of both sides in the video call.

The image on the computer screen gradually expanded, naturally dividing into two distinct sides. The left side was pitch black, and the right side presented the scene of the office.

Su Mingyan was sitting upright in his office chair, one hand on the armrest, his body leaning back slightly, his sitting posture relatively casual, revealing a sense of relaxation.

Su Mingyan didn't cut off the video, and Huo Jingcheng thought he had something to say, so he didn't hang up.

His slender, distinct fingers picked up a rosy cherry from the white porcelain plate and held it to Su Ruoyun's lips. Immediately, Su Ruoyun took it into her mouth, and the juice spread out.

He also didn't mind at all, spreading his palm, hooking his brows, and signaling Su Ruoyun to spit the pit into his hand.

Su Ruoyun endured her shyness, lowered her head, and spat the cherry pit into his open palm.

His pitch-black pupils enveloped her entire being. Huo Jingcheng curled his lips imperceptibly, his roguishness spreading.

In a flash, a clear male voice came through.

"What's that sound on your end?"

Su Mingyan's voice suddenly rang in her ears. Su Ruoyun's eyes widened instantly, and she hurriedly pushed Huo Jingcheng's shoulders with her hands, preparing to jump off his lap.

But Huo Jingcheng wouldn't let her go. He reached out, his distinct five fingers gripping Su Ruoyun's hot, slender wrist with irresistible force. His sharp, thin lips curled into a smile, his tone casual. "What sound? Ears so sharp, did you really take yourself for a dog?"

As his words fell, he successfully received a slap from Su Ruoyun.

The crisp sound rippled in the air, crossing the ocean, crossing the Pacific, arriving at the capital of the Celestial Dynasty, and drifting into Su Mingyan's ears.

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