The Villain CEO Always Mooches My Melons Ch. 17

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Bang!

Fu Qingchen slammed the table and stood up, glaring at An Xia who looked innocent.

He couldn't believe that this little secretary was also a flirtatious and irresponsible person.

It's a pity that no matter how he silently expressed his anger to An Xia, in An Xia's eyes he was just a domineering boss with an expressionless face.

Don't guess what the cold and domineering boss was thinking, especially the big boss like Mr. Fu who was a future villain.

[Why is he acting cool again? This table is made of solid ebony. Doesn't it hurt to slap it?]

Fu Qingchen pursed his lips and forced himself to ignore the faint pain coming from the palm of his hand.

Didn't it hurt?

Of course it hurt!

How could it not hurt to slap it!?

Mary Sue was also a human being!

"Ahem... I mean, the dinner is about to start. As my personal secretary and the male companion tonight, have you prepared our dress suits?"

Oh, so that's what you're asking.

As a diligent office worker in two lifetimes, An Xia had no problem with this little job.

"Boss Fu, I'm ready. The stylist has also arrived at the company building in advance. We're ready to go at any time."

Fu Qingchen, this high-quality alpha, was not close to any omega before he met Bai Shunan. Every time he attended various banquets with him, only An Xia, the beta, was there.

When the two walked into the dressing room one after the other, Fu Qingchen's exclusive styling team was already ready.

Fu Qingchen had a good face. He could charm a group of boys and girls with just a little makeup. His makeup process had always been very quick and simple.

In the past, An Xia only needed to sit quietly by the side and wait for the stylist to give him a hairstyle.

He was just an unknown secretary. He only needed to play a role in setting off Fu Qingchen throughout the banquet.

But today's stylist suddenly took a fancy to this idle idler. No matter how he resisted, the stylist was very determined to help him make a style.

An Xia, who was pressed in front of the makeup mirror, closed his eyes resignedly.

[I know that people at work can't stand people being leisurely in front of them. Even a passing dog has to go through a few fire circles before it can leave.]

On the other side, Fu Qingchen, who was also putting on makeup, opened his eyes curiously. He happened to see from the reflection of the mirror that An Xia's gold-rimmed glasses were taken off by the stylist, and the slightly long hair on her forehead was lifted. A cold and elegant face appeared in front of him.

An Xia seemed very unaccustomed to contact with strangers. His face was full of helplessness. The beautiful fox eyes were a little moistened by the lighting in front of the makeup mirror. The brown eyes looked around randomly, as if trying to find an opportunity to escape quickly.

Fu Qingchen had some bad intentions in his heart for no reason. Just then, his stylist had finished his work, so he simply stood up from his chair and came to An Xia.

Suddenly, a shadow was cast, and the 1.9-meter-tall Mr. Fu looked down at his personal secretary from top to bottom, and the smile on his mouth looked a little malicious.

An Xia was shocked and wanted to run away, but Fu Qingchen suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed him back to his seat.

The pressure from the top alpha was obvious at this time. An Xia felt that the hand on his shoulder was welded and could not be shaken.

"Mr. Fu, do you want coffee? I'll make it for you now!"

The arc of Fu Qingchen's mouth gradually deepened. It seemed that An Xia was really scared, and even the honorific came out.

At this time, An Xia's mind had flashed countless news about alphas going crazy and accidentally injuring innocent passers-by.

[Shocked! The CEO of Fu Group suddenly went crazy for no reason, and the poor beta secretary died tragically on the spot!]

[Fu Group's CEO, Fu Qingchen, made a big mistake and did such a thing to his personal secretary. Is it the annihilation of humanity or the decline of morality behind this!?]

[Fu Group's biggest scandal in a hundred years, CEO Fu Qingchen did this, and the whole company was blown up!]

An Xia's eyes went dark, fearing that his life would be over today.

Fu Qingchen, who had heard the whole story, was speechless. He just wanted to take this opportunity to retaliate against An Xia's unscrupulous complaints about him in his heart. How could he be imagined as a murderer?

He pinched An Xia's cheek with one hand, and was about to pick up the hairspray that the stylist had put aside to spray An Xia with a big back hair that he disliked the most.

But the soft and warm touch under his fingertips made him slightly stunned...

Was An Xia's face so soft?

Fu Qingchen seemed to have discovered a new world. He couldn't help but pinch his subordinate's cheek again. Although An Xia looked small, there was a lot of soft flesh on his face. A slight pinch would make a small piece of flesh ooze out.

This was a feeling he had never had before. Fu Qingchen had only heard that omegs' bodies would be softer, and he had never heard that there would be such a person among betas.

Was An Xia really a beta?

A question flashed in Fu Qingchen's eyes, but he had never seen An Xia take inhibitors. His neck was also smooth, without any trace of glandular protrusions.

An Xia didn't know what Mr. Fu was wondering. He only knew that if he continued to be pinched, he would drool!

[If I drool, I must drool all over this big fool's hand without leaving a drop!]

What a vicious intention!

When Mr. Fu saw it, An Xia had already pouted his lips, waiting to spit at him.

Hey!

Fu Qingchen glared, stretched out his hand and pinched An Xia's pouting lips into a duck mouth.

It was a close call, he almost got sprayed.

The stylists, who were completely forgotten and had become the background, held their breath and tried to reduce their presence.

It was a close call, he almost saw the intimate interaction between President Fu and his secretary.

The stylists came in with their eyes open and left with their eyes closed.

Before leaving, he closed the door of the lounge very considerately, giving Fu Qingchen and An Xia enough time to be alone.

Although they didn't know why President Fu, who had always been restrained and abstinent, would "show his bestiality" and do this and that to his secretary, this was not something that these little people should explore.

In the lounge, Fu Qingchen and An Xia stared at each other.

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