66.Blow the smoke onto his face!

Looking at the photo, Su Wan'er smiled eerily. She wouldn't allow anyone to be above her, especially that clownish girl!

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Su Ci made up an excuse to say goodbye to Fu Jue and rushed back in a hurry. Because she was in such a hurry, she accidentally bumped into a pot-bellied man. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Su Ci apologized and then ran into the hotel. She removed the scar on her face in the bathroom, revealing her cold and stunning little face. She couldn't change out of her student uniform, but since Su Xue was also a student at T University and even the campus belle there, it was quite normal for her to wear this student uniform.

Taking a deep breath, Su Ci came to the door of room 6901. She had to get that jade pendant back, so she was here to be a substitute again tonight. She had thought that the last time was the final time she'd be a substitute, but unexpectedly, she was here again. She raised her hand and rang the doorbell with a "dingling" sound.

Soon, the door opened, and it was Secretary Song. Secretary Song said respectfully, "Madam, the president is working inside."

Su Ci walked in. Fu Nancheng was in the study, sitting on the office chair and reviewing documents. "Then I won't go in and disturb him." Saying this, Su Ci sat down on the sofa. She saw several documents placed on the tea table. "What are these?"

"Madam, these are some French documents that need to be translated. The translator hasn't come yet."

Since Su Ci had nothing else to do, she said, "I'll translate them."

Secretary Song was surprised. "Madam, you know French?"

Su Ci smiled. "I'll give it a try."

Half an hour later, Fu Nancheng finished his work at hand. He looked at Secretary Song. "Hasn't the person come yet?"

"She's here."

Fu Nancheng walked out and saw Su Ci. The girl was sitting on the wool carpet, earnestly translating the French documents. She had a great figure. Her slightly curved chest as a young girl was gently pressing against the edge of the tea table, and her two slender and white legs were curled up together on one side. Whether she was standing or sitting, there was no gap between her legs, and her demeanor was exquisitely beautiful.

Fu Nancheng somehow remembered what Song Zilin had said in the private box. He didn't catch the name clearly, but someone said that there was a person with the most beautiful pair of legs in Yecheng. Su Ci's legs were no less beautiful than those people's. However, she always pretended to be ugly and deliberately hid her own radiance.

Su Ci was absorbed in her work. Just then, a big hand holding a cigarette reached over and took away the document in her hand. The man's deep and magnetic voice sounded, "Did you major in French at university?"

He was here. Su Ci looked up and stared at his sharply contoured handsome face. "No, I just learned it for fun by myself."

Fu Nancheng curved his lips and glanced at the translation she had done. It was an accurate translation, and the key points were even marked with a different pen. Learning by herself, she could be as good as the translators in his Fu Corporation. He remembered that she was supposed to be that clownish girl from the countryside. People from the countryside usually didn't see much of the world, but she was really an exception.

Fu Nancheng reached out and pinched her small face, pulling it in front of his eyes. He liked looking at her colorful little face. It was so beautiful, overwhelmingly stunning. He was also a man, with a man's weaknesses. He liked beautiful women, and the more beautiful, the better. Her face was exactly to his taste, his preference.

Fu Nancheng took a puff of his cigarette and blew all the smoke onto her small face. He curved his lips and chuckled softly. "How many languages do you know?"

He was blowing smoke at her again. Did he like doing this? Su Ci raised her slender eyebrows and leaned towards the cigarette in his fingertips.

"What are you doing?" Fu Nancheng raised his hand, probably afraid of burning her.

Su Ci leaned in, opened her mouth, and took a puff from the place where he had smoked. Then she raised her small face and blew all the smoke in her mouth onto his handsome face. "How many languages do you know?"