He Qianshan didn't expect her to say such things in front of outsiders. He blushed, feeling quite flustered.
Wu Pengpeng found his shy look extremely amusing.
She reached out and hooked her arm around He Qianshan's neck, gently pulling him down. Then she tilted her head up and gave him a soft peck on the lips.
Zhao Bufan had been enjoying watching Wu Pengpeng act spoiled. Suddenly, she was bombarded with this display of affection. She immediately jumped up and exclaimed, "Damn it! I'm blind! Wu Pengpeng, you jerk! How could you torture me like this!"
Wu Pengpeng was deeply immersed in the pleasure of teasing the handsome god. Suddenly interrupted by Zhao Bufan's loud shouting, she turned her head impatiently and glared at Zhao Bufan. "What's wrong with me kissing my future boyfriend? Do I need to report it to you?"
Zhao Bufan was left speechless for a moment. After a long while, she stiffened her neck and said, "Wu Pengpeng, can you be a decent person?"
Wu Pengpeng leaned into He Qianshan's arms and laughed in a very annoying way. "You can't catch up with Uncle San. That's because you're not capable enough. Are you blaming me?"
Zhao Bufan felt completely disheartened after being stabbed by this hurtful remark. She unilaterally stopped the fight and buried her head in sending a text message to Shen Qianqian. "Qianqian, why don't you control your crazy boss? She's being so mean to me!"
As one of the first direct victims of the "Wu - He Love Affair", Shen Qianqian was already used to it and just said that one should get used to it.
Zhao Bufan was extremely angry. She didn't want to get used to it at all. She looked up and glared fiercely at the culprit.
After showing off her future boyfriend, Wu Pengpeng decided to call it quits. "What on earth do you want from me?"
Zhao Bufan hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat shyly, "Isn't it Uncle Er's fiftieth birthday party tomorrow? What do you think I should give to Brother Er as a gift?"
Sure enough, this was the reason she came.
Wu Pengpeng rubbed herself deeper into He Qianshan's arms and sneered. "Please use the same title consistently. One moment it's Uncle Er, and the next it's Brother Er. Aren't you afraid of getting schizophrenia?"
Zhao Bufan knew that she was taking revenge on her for teasing He Qianshan. She retorted impatiently, "Please stop slumping in someone's arms like a boneless worm."
Wu Pengpeng annoyingly shook her head at her. "This is my future boyfriend. He'll become my husband in the future. I can slump however I want!"
He Qianshan had been smiling as he listened to Wu Pengpeng and Zhao Bufan bickering. Suddenly, when he heard the word "husband", it was as if an electric current had passed through his body. A tingling sensation spread from his heart to his limbs, and he froze on the spot.
He subconsciously lowered his eyes to look at Wu Pengpeng. However, she didn't seem to realize what she had said and continued to exchange trash - talk with Zhao Bufan.
She was completely unaware of how charming she was!
He Qianshan watched as her mouth opened and closed, and occasionally a little smug look flashed in her eyes.
She looked so cute that he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her soft lips, silencing the rest of her trash - talk.
Zhao Bufan was full of fighting spirit, ready to compete with Wu Pengpeng to see who was the real king of trash - talk.
Unexpectedly, her opponent suddenly left the battlefield and threw a plate of dog food at her.
Zhao Bufan was so angry that she swore. She got up and rushed out of the door. Before leaving, she didn't forget to close the door for them.
As soon as she got out of the company, she sent a message to Wu Ju. "Mr. Wu, I don't know how to write the reading report. Can you teach me?"
Wu Ju's reply came back quickly. "Sure. I'm at the research institute. Come here now!"
Zhao Bufan ran all the way to the underground garage, stepped on the accelerator, and headed straight for the research institute.
Wu Pengpeng had no idea that after her best friend was tortured by her display of affection, she went to bother her Uncle San.
She was so captivated by He Qianshan's gentle and passionate kiss that her eyes were full of longing as she looked at He Qianshan.
The atmosphere between them suddenly turned extremely ambiguous. Wu Pengpeng awkwardly averted her gaze and thought that she should have built a partition in the back of the office and bought a big, soft bed...
She was daydreaming when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
She quickly sat up straight, smoothed her hair, and said, "Come in."
Shen Qianqian pushed the door open and poked her head in. "Sister Peng."
Wu Pengpeng pretended to be calm. "What's up?"
Shen Qianqian looked confused and said without knowing the situation, "Sister Fan said you wanted to see me and told me to come in ten minutes later."
Wu Pengpeng thought about what she and He Qianshan had just done and cursed Zhao Bufan in her heart.
At this moment, her phone vibrated. She opened the text message and saw it was from Zhao Bufan. "You're welcome."
Wu Pengpeng angrily replied with a "Get out" and then put away her phone, looking calm again.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to tell you that it's getting cold recently. It's time to give some winter - warming benefits to the 'Twelve Zodiacs'. You can decide what to give."
Shen Qianqian nodded understandingly. "Okay."
After Shen Qianqian left, He Qianshan couldn't hold back his laughter. "Do I have any winter - warming benefits?"
Wu Pengpeng gave him a coquettish look. "Isn't having me enough for you?"
"Enough." He Qianshan wrapped her in his arms and got back to the point. "Have you prepared the birthday gift for your Uncle Er?"
Wu Pengpeng proudly raised her head. "It's been prepared for a long time."
The gift was indeed prepared long ago, but not by Wu Pengpeng. She packed up all the calligraphy, paintings, and antiques collected by Grandpa Wu and had them transported to the Wu family's old mansion.
Wu You was startled by her grand - scale action. "Pengpeng, what are you doing?"
"I'm giving you a gift!" Wu Pengpeng was directing the servants to carry the things into the warehouse while smiling. "Happy birthday, Uncle Er."
Wu You had inherited Grandpa Wu's hobby of collecting calligraphy, paintings, and antiques. He wasn't interested in gold and silver jewelry but was very interested in these collections.
Wu Pengpeng had no interest in Grandpa Wu's collections at all. These things at home were just like a pile of useless items, except for the risk of value - appreciation.
If Wu You was really willing to accept them, it would greatly relieve her pressure of wasting money.
Although Wu You really liked these collections, he didn't want to take advantage of his little niece. He subconsciously refused. "Pengpeng, these were left to you by your grandfather. I..."
"But I don't understand these things!" Wu Pengpeng quickly interrupted him. "If I accidentally damage them, wouldn't it be a pity?"
As a true collector, Wu You had a heart of love for these national treasures and didn't want to see them damaged. So he happily accepted them.
Seeing that Wu You had accepted the gift, Wu Pengpeng was also happy and chatted with him for a while.
During the chat, Wu You suddenly mentioned He Qianshan. "When you were hospitalized due to a car accident last time, it was always him taking care of you. I think you seem to have a good relationship with him. Why didn't you bring him with you today?"
Hearing him mention He Qianshan, Wu Pengpeng immediately became vigilant, but she didn't show it on her face. "We haven't been in touch for a long time."
As if afraid that Wu You wouldn't believe her, she quickly added, "He's just a small artist in my company. Before, he always wanted to interfere in everything because I indulged him. He was so annoying that I handed him over to someone else to manage."
As she said this, she made a very distressed look, as if she couldn't wait to get rid of this hot potato.
Just as Wu You was about to say something good for He Qianshan, someone came up to say hello, and he had to hold his wine glass and socialize.
When Wu Pengpeng saw that Wu You had left, she finally let out a long sigh of relief. She took out her phone and sent a message to He Qianshan. "Fortunately, you didn't come. Otherwise, it would be a disaster if Uncle Er took notice of you."
Before the message was sent, she heard a soft chuckle behind her. Then a clear voice came. "You shouldn't be in business. You should be a screenwriter."
Wu Pengpeng clicked the send button and glanced at the person who came. "It's none of your business!"
Jiang He leaned against the railing, chewing on a lollipop and nodding. "Well, it's really none of my business. But I see that Uncle - in - law is quite concerned about your love life. How about I tell him that you're interested in that little artist..."
"General Manager Jiang!" Wu Pengpeng changed her expression and put on a smile. "Didn't you say you wanted to start the combustible ice project? I'm just free now. How about we have a talk?"
Jiang He stared at her for a long time and said with a half - smile. "Let's talk at the company some other day!"
After saying that, he turned around and left without为难 her anymore.
Wu Pengpeng was wondering if he had some conspiracy when she heard Zhao Bufan complain. "You still dare to cooperate with him!"
Zhao Bufan stuffed a glass of champagne into her hand and pouted in the direction where Jiang He left. "I think he's using the project to launder money and wants to wash all your investments into his own name."
Wu Pengpeng lowered her head and didn't say a word. She thought that if he could wash all the money of Zhengling Group, she would build a golden statue of him and worship him in the future.
After the birthday party, Wu Pengpeng's path of wasting money went very smoothly. The boy group spent money like water, and all the projects they invested in suffered heavy losses.
Wu Pengpeng looked at the energy meter on her wrist that had changed from dark orange to light green and couldn't help but laugh.
It was at this happy moment that Zhao Bufan's call came. Wu Pengpeng was immersed in the joy of successfully wasting money, and there was an involuntary smile in her voice when she answered the call. "Hello, Fanfan. What's up?"
"Damn it, you're amazing, Wu Pengpeng!" Zhao Bufan on the other end of the phone was so excited that she was incoherent. "You're a stock god!"