bestfiction Chapter 133 Innocent?
Chapter 133 Innocent?
Ye Rao hesitated for a moment.
"No, sis, the illness I'm talking about is that he has a mental illness, not some kind of physical disease."
Judging from her tone, it seemed like there wasn't a big problem.
It's more like... a coquettish complaint.
Ye Rao: "The reason I suddenly hung up on you last night was because he cried after we were done. He said he lost his virginity and was left all alone on the bed. He felt lonely and isolated. Do you think he's out of his mind?"
An Ying leaned back lazily in her chair, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and chatted idly:
"The brain is also part of the body. A brain disease is a disease, and sometimes you need to see a doctor. Don't take your brain lightly. Maybe his brain is really lonely and cold, and needs your warm heart to warm it."
Ye Rao said sullenly, "Baozi, can't you at least show some sympathy for me? Why are you just repeating what I said?"
Last night, Ye Rao called in a hurry, saying that she had slept with Li Xiuzhe.
An Ying had just finished showering and stood there, still in shock.
The water in my hair hasn't even been dried yet.
Just as she was about to ask what happened, Ye Rao hurriedly hung up the phone.
An Ying picked up the water glass on the table and slowly took a sip.
“Speak up, Attorney Ye. How did things turn out this way between you two who are completely unrelated? Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely.”
After pondering for a few seconds, Ye Rao explained seriously:
"One of the prerequisites was that the male models at the bar last night got my hormones out of whack. It's the models' fault, blame them, they seduced me."
An Ying smiled faintly: "Anything else?"
Ye Rao: "And the way Du Lao Er bossed me around scared me."
Did I scare her?
An Ying smiled, her eyes narrowing.
Yesterday at the bar, who was it that claimed to be good at Taekwondo and threatened to beat people up for the sake of fairness and justice?
Ye Rao didn't care about any of that; she seemed to instantly come up with a logically closed-loop explanation.
"So at that time, I was delicate and timid. I was so attracted by the male model that my hormones were raging. I desperately needed a handsome guy to kiss me, hug me, and lift me up high to relieve my stress."
"It just so happened that Li Xiuzhe was driving me home, so I was momentarily overcome by lust."
"In conclusion, I was forced into this situation; the die was cast and I had no choice but to act."
An Ying held her phone, trying not to laugh.
Serious nonsense.
Fortunately, Ye Rao didn't collude with bad people, otherwise her silver tongue could have easily fooled someone.
On the other end of the phone, Ye Rao rubbed her forehead and said helplessly, "What a tragedy! I've kept my innocence for so many years and dreamed about a muscular male model for so long, but I ended up having sex with a chubby guy who doesn't have abs."
fat?
An Ying raised an eyebrow; Li Xiuzhe's figure was indeed a bit rounder than Fu Chengli's.
But it's not to the point of being "fat".
An Ying: "Is he alright? Is he very fat?"
Ye Rao: "We'll only know how President Li dresses when she takes her clothes off..."
An Ying immediately interrupted, "Stop talking, honey. I don't want to know about President Li's physique. I just want to know what you plan to do in the future."
Ye Rao thought for a moment: "Neither take the initiative nor refuse, and neither take responsibility."
An Ying almost spat out her water.
Being best friends for so many years isn't for nothing.
This perfect understanding...
An Ying still clearly remembers what she said to Fu Chengli in the elevator: "You're such a scumbag woman who doesn't want to take responsibility for me."
An Ying was about to tease Ye Rao.
dong dong dong-
knocking.
An Ying looked up and saw... Fu Chengli.
I just thought of him, how could he appear so suddenly? Did they install a camera?!
After knocking on the door, Fu Chengli walked straight into the office.
He acted as if he was completely in the right, ignoring An Ying's reaction at all.
An Ying paused for a moment, hung up the phone, and glanced at her colleagues watching outside the office.
The CEO rarely visits a department alone.
Even if there are work-related issues to discuss, the employees will eagerly go upstairs to the president's office to report to him.
Now his colleagues were even more curious.
"President Fu is here? Let me see?"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome in person..."
"Is the CEO really that good-looking? I thought the height and leg length in the news were photoshopped."
........
An Ying lowered her voice: "What, what are you doing?"
Fu Chengli took a deep breath, his face serious, as if he were about to get down to business.
"I'm here to seek justice for my brother."
An Ying: "......."
Why is he stirring up trouble?
Fu Chengli said in a serious tone, "Li Xiuzhe cried all morning, saying he couldn't get in touch with her."
An Ying glanced at her colleagues coming and going outside the door.
They all had gossipy expressions on their faces.
An Ying gave a polite, awkward laugh and said in a low voice, "Um... are you sure you want to talk to me about this in the office?"
Fu Chengli leaned forward with a half-smile on his face.
He also imitated An Ying by lowering his voice and said:
"So you two sisters both like to do this? Lift up your skirts and pretend you don't know anyone? Hmm?"
An Ying: "......."
She lowered her head and pretended to be busy, holding a stack of printed documents in her hand, making a rustling sound as she flipped through them.
She whispered, "Don't talk nonsense, we are innocent."
Fu Chengli raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Are we... innocent?"
Strictly speaking, they are innocent, since they didn't actually go that far.
Generally speaking, innocence is a load of rubbish.
But at this moment, she couldn't afford to lose her composure.
An Ying also put on a serious expression: "Something really did happen between them, but nothing happened between us."
Fu Chengli leaned back lazily in his chair and asked in a low voice, "Nothing?"
"An Ying, are you pretending to be blind, or are you pretending to have amnesia?"
An Ying pouted, too lazy to bother with her.
Fu Chengli stood up abruptly and walked towards the door.
An Ying breathed a sigh of relief; finally, she was leaving.
Fu Chengli walked to the office door, his face cold as he looked at the employees watching.
“I’m having a conversation with my supervisor. What are you all doing getting in the way? Anyone who keeps watching will be fired.”
Everyone lowered their heads and dispersed.
Fu Chengli did not leave the office, but instead...
He turned around and closed the door.
click-
It's also locked from the inside.
An Ying sprang up from her chair almost reflexively.
"What, what exactly do you want?!"
Fu Chengli raised his hand and loosened his grip on the territory.
Long, slender fingers traced the bow tie.
He smiled, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm thinking about how to help you regain your memory."