Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 167 Green Tea Style Remarks

Aunt Lan had the phone on speakerphone, and Xie Qing responded, "I'm with Aunt Lan."

Upon hearing Xie Qing's voice, Chu Luo's voice trembled with excitement, and she almost burst into tears of joy. "Young Master Xie, I've finally made contact with you."

Xie Qing remembered something and explained, "I didn't bring my phone; I left it upstairs."

On the other end of the phone, Chu Luo's heart was pounding, and she spoke rapidly, "Young Master Xie, it's almost 1 p.m. If you don't go to Huo's soon, the boss will be looking for you at your classroom!!!"

"When that time comes, the deception will be exposed!"

In order to prepare a birthday surprise for Huo Yunting, Xie Qing stopped attending classes to prepare a gift without telling Huo Yunting. Chu Luo also helped cover for him.

After returning from the Huo residence, Xie Qing would go to the Huo family's office every noon to have lunch with Huo Yunting, rest for a while, and then continue training.

But today… Xie Qing’s heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, “Oh no!” She was so engrossed in finishing the doll that she forgot to pay attention to the time.

"Aunt Lan, I'm leaving now. I'll leave the baby with you for now and come back to get it later..."

Xie Qing put down what she was holding, and without waiting for Aunt Lan's reply, quickly turned and left.

When Chu Luo went upstairs to get her phone, she was standing at the door, and it looked like she had been standing there for a while.

Without exchanging many pleasantries, the two grabbed their phones and immediately went downstairs, moving with lightning speed, and were already in their car in the blink of an eye.

Chu Luo started the engine, the tires screeching against the ground, and the car sped off like an arrow towards the Huo family's direction.

……

Half an hour later, Xie Qing crouched down like a thief, moving extremely lightly, and pushed the office door open a narrow crack, his eyes quickly scanning inside.

In a flash, their eyes met those of Huo Yunting inside the room, and the resentment in Huo Yunting's eyes seemed to materialize and rush towards them.

Xie Qing: Oh wow, you're angry again?

Xie Qing touched her nose, then guiltily pushed open the door and entered. "Tingting, um... have you eaten?"

"..."

Okay, I'm really angry.

Whenever Huo Yunting gets angry, he adopts this posture: his lips are tightly closed, and he doesn't utter a sound for a long time, like a silent statue, waiting for someone to come up to him and coax him.

Xie Qing walked over to Huo Yunting in a few steps, casually resting one hand on the edge of the desk, leaning forward, and turning her head to ask, "Are you really angry with me?"

Huo Yunting kept a straight face and remained silent as he stared at the document in his hand. Xie Qing smiled, reached out and took the document from his fingertips, then placed it on the table.

"Tingting, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have been late and made you wait so long."

Huo Yunting stared intently at Xie Qing, finally deigning to speak, "Qingqing, you've been busy with training, haven't you forgotten about me again?"

Xie Qing's mind went on alert, and one sentence kept flashing through her mind: Move aside, move aside quickly, Huo Yunting is about to start his green tea-style remarks again!

as predicted--

His eyes drooped, and he said with a wronged expression, "That's true, after all, Qingqing is so busy, how could she have time to think of me?"

Huo Yunting lowered his head and said softly, "I was too immature and willful, but I really just wanted you to spend more time with me. Is that too much to ask..."

Xie Qing was bewildered by this tactless chatter, and two little figures suddenly appeared on either side of his already malfunctioning head.

The little angel on the left has a golden halo on its head and a pair of pure white feathered wings fluttering behind it, crying and wailing.

"Waaaaah... How could you do this to him? You know he lost his mother when he was little, and you stole him away when he first fell in love. You can't keep bullying him..."

"Tingting just wants you to spend time with him, what could he have done wrong..."

The little devil on the right, with horns on its head, bared its teeth and claws, repeating three words like a monk chanting sutras, "He's faking it, he's faking it, he's faking it, he's faking it..."

"This kid's a shill, don't trust him!"

The two little people had a fierce fight, and in the end, the little angel won a great victory.

In reality, Xie Qing leaned down slightly, lifted Huo Yunting's face, and kissed him repeatedly.

“Not at all.”

With each word he spoke, his warm breath sprayed onto Huo Yunting's face, accompanied by delicate kisses. "It's okay if you go a little too far."

His voice was soft and tender, and a series of kisses followed, from his cheek to the corner of his lips. "Tingting, I told you, I love you no matter what you look like."

The tenderest words, the gentlest kisses on his face, and Huo Yunting felt as if a fire had been ignited in his heart.

At first, it was just a few specks of warmth, but in the blink of an eye, the heat spread rapidly like wildfire, burning from his heart all the way to his whole body, making his cheeks flush red and his heart burn.

With desire surging in his eyes, Huo Yunting could no longer restrain himself. He suddenly reached out, his strong fingers gripping the back of Xie Qing's neck, pulling her closer without any resistance, and kissing her crimson lips with perfect precision.

Their intense breaths mingled, and the powerful kiss, filled with endless longing, lingered on and on.

Just before Xie Qing was kissed until she was breathless, a thought flashed through her mind: I finally managed to appease this little devil.

*

After the two finished lunch, Xie Qing stayed with Huo Yunting a little longer before leaving.

Upon returning to Yunlan, before he could even catch his breath, he picked up the half-finished doll and continued working on it... Before he knew it, another hour had passed, and the two dolls were finally completed.

At this point, all the gifts had been prepared. Xie Qing's original plan was to hold a grand birthday banquet for Huo Yunting, a large-scale event with a birthday atmosphere.

However, this idea was overturned after learning that tomorrow was also the anniversary of Huo Yunting's mother's death.

Xie Qing realized that on this special day, perhaps quiet companionship and a low-key commemoration were what Huo Yunting truly needed.

"Take it slow," he thought.

……

The next morning, the first rays of dawn eagerly pierced through the thin clouds, pouring down without reservation.

Soft light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting bright patches of light on the floor.

A gentle breeze stirs the curtains, causing them to sway softly, and the dappled sunlight dances gracefully in their wake.

Xie Qing slowly opened her eyes. In the dimly lit bedroom, she saw Huo Yunting sitting silently on the edge of the bed, and she didn't know how long he had been sitting there.

He peeked out his fair, snow-white arm from under the covers, took Huo Yunshui's hand, yawned, and his voice still carried the lingering drowsiness.

"Tingting, you woke up so early today!"

Huo Yunting subconsciously gripped Xie Qing's hand tightly. "Yeah, I can't sleep."

He bent down and pulled Xie Qing into his arms again, his other hand tightly gripping his waist. "Qingqing, can you come with me somewhere later?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Xie Qing nodded, her frizzy hair moving with her, "Okay, I'll stay with you."