usatvline Chapter 490: It's obvious he's indulging in excessive sexual activity.
Chapter 490: It's obvious he's indulging in excessive sexual activity.
"Go back! My phone has been ringing off the hook. It was understandable that you didn't come back during those years abroad, but if you don't go back this time, I reckon my parents will come all the way to Beijing."
Seeing the helplessness on Zhou Yufan's face, Fang Li chuckled.
"Your aunt and uncle must miss you too. You should have gone back to see them a long time ago."
Zhou Yufan nodded, "I know, that's why I booked the tickets a long time ago."
"So how will you get there? Do you want me to have the Han family's driver take you?"
Zhou Yufan glanced sideways. "That's enough. Quickly get rid of that capitalist air of yours. The driver doesn't have to celebrate the New Year. Why bother with such a small matter?"
"Fine, then you can take a taxi yourself," Fang Li said irritably.
To everyone's surprise, Zhou Yufan raised an eyebrow and said, "No need to take a taxi. I'll ride in Jing Sen's car and go back with him."
"..."
This time, Fang Li couldn't hold back any longer, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. "You..."
"Don't overthink it, it's just that we happen to be going back to celebrate the Chinese New Year together."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Zhou Yufan's eyes, but he then pretended to be relaxed and said, "We're from the same hometown, so it's not unreasonable for you to give me a ride home for the New Year."
Fang Li really didn't know what to say about Zhou Yufan's thoughts.
As an observer, she knew all too well how difficult it would be for two people like that to be together. Societal expectations and family opposition were insurmountable obstacles.
But as a friend, she secretly hoped they could have a good outcome.
Ugh.
Xingli Films currently has more than 100 employees.
The management of each department will soon convene all on-duty employees.
After receiving the feedback, Fang Li and Zhou Yufan went to find Wen Yang, and the three of them went downstairs, each holding a stack of red envelopes.
Even though I've already received my year-end bonus, I still can't forget about the red envelopes.
soon.
A cheer erupted from the Star Pear Film and Television office area.
Xu Fangli personally handed the last red envelope to the receptionist, lightly tapping the gilded surname with her fingertip: "'Liu' is written a little crookedly, please don't mind."
"how come!"
The little girl's cheeks flushed with excitement, "Mr. Xu's handwriting is even better than printed!"
Xu Fangli smiled and nodded, subtly supporting her lower back as she turned around.
Perhaps she had been standing for too long, because this was the third time today that she had felt that slight soreness, as if someone had tied a rubber band around her pelvis, sometimes tight and sometimes loose.
"Alright, have you all received your red envelopes?"
Everyone answered, "We received them!"
"For those colleagues who couldn't make it, please pass this message on to anyone you know. Everyone, please leave now."
After the employees returned to their workstations, Wen Yang walked over and asked in a low voice with slight concern, "What's wrong? You didn't look too good back then."
"Have it?"
Xu Fangli subconsciously touched her face, "It's probably because I went to bed too late last night and didn't get enough rest..."
She stopped talking abruptly, a slightly unnatural look flashing across her face, and her ears began to heat up.
Last night, Han Xi dragged her into a passionate embrace until dawn. The two of them had never been so wild. Even now, there was still a slight soreness on the inside of her thighs.
Wen Yang stared at her.
"Isn't Mr. Han at the police station?"
Fang Li remained silent.
After a moment, Wen Yang raised an eyebrow in understanding: "Got it, President Han is awesome."
She playfully nudged Fang Li's shoulder. "No wonder you look pale. You've clearly been indulging in too much sex. Come on, aren't you going to buy New Year's goods? Let's find a restaurant to give you a good restorative meal."
Fang Li felt embarrassed and glared at her with pursed lips.
A black Mercedes drove toward the IFC (International Finance Centre).
The shopping mall was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations from the plaza at the entrance, and festive New Year music played on a loop as soon as you entered.
The two started browsing from the first floor.
Fang Li picked out a festive sweater for Xu Qingrang, and bought a set of skincare products for Fang Yun and Cheng Xian each. The two then went to Hermes.
Wen Yang took a fancy to a shirt and wanted to give it to Yu Tian, but when she saw the price, she immediately felt heartbroken and exclaimed that Yu Tian didn't deserve to wear such a nice shirt.
As a result, after wandering around the store with Fang Li, they finally gritted their teeth and bought it.
Xu Fangli picked out a dark green color-blocked cashmere scarf, imagined it looking like it around Han Xi's slender neck, and decided to buy it.
"Such a beautiful scarf, your CEO Han must be so touched."
Wen Yang picked up the same red one with a sour look, "Only your CEO Han can pull off this skin tone color. If you gave it to Yu Tian..."
Imagine Yu Tian's wheat-colored face, paired with this scarf... She shook her head.
As Fang Li left Hermès, her expression grew increasingly grim.
Wen Yang thought she was tired and suggested, "Why don't you rest for a while? Let's go have lunch first?"
Fang Li did feel a little discomfort in her lower abdomen and wanted to sit for a while, so she nodded: "Okay."
"There's a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant upstairs, where should we eat?"
Wen Yang pointed to the sign on the third floor, "I ate there once. They have your favorite shrimp dumplings, and they taste pretty good."
"Okay, it's up to you."
The two had just stepped into the elevator at the tea restaurant on the third floor when they heard a great commotion.
The two went inside, and the staff led them to their seats, placed a tablet for ordering, and then went to attend to other matters.
Wen Yang picked up the tablet and ordered food with practiced ease. Thinking of Fang Li's preferences, she ordered braised chicken feet with black bean sauce, steamed grouper, and iced lemon tea.
After ordering, Wen Yang took a sip of lemonade and looked at Fang Li.
Have you gotten to know someone better lately?
"Have you lost weight?" Fang Li asked in surprise.
Wen Yang nodded, "You've lost weight, and your collarbones are becoming more and more prominent, but the parts that should be smaller haven't shrunk. It's obviously thanks to your CEO Han."
They can't be serious at all.
Fang Li was speechless at her lecherous gaze, so she ignored her and lowered her eyes to drink water.
Wen Yang chuckled to herself.
A dozen minutes later, the waiter began to serve the dishes.
When the waiter brought the chicken feet to the table, a rich aroma of soy sauce wafted out. Normally, Fang Li would love to eat chicken feet like this, and she would probably pick up her chopsticks and start devouring them right away.
But today, upon smelling this scent, she suddenly felt a tightness in her throat.
"Try it. You said it was delicious last time, so I got some takeout from them."
Wen Yang diligently placed a plump chicken foot into her bowl.
Xu Fangli stared at the glossy, dark brown skin, and suddenly felt a churning in her stomach.
She quickly picked up the lemon water beside her and took a big gulp. The refreshing lemon scent and slight sourness barely suppressed the nausea rising in her throat.
She silently endured it: "You eat first, I'll take a picture and send it to Han Xi to make him jealous."
She pretended to adjust the angle of the photo, but actually pushed the bowl of chicken feet away.
She took a picture in a pretentious manner, and as she picked up her chopsticks to turn to the stir-fried bok choy, Wen Yang, who was eating chicken feet across from her and staring at her, revealed a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"What are you looking at?" Xu Fangli asked, trying to remain calm.
"It's nothing. Why aren't you eating chicken feet? Aren't they your favorite?"
Fang Li casually made up an excuse, "I haven't been feeling well these past few days, and I don't want to eat anything greasy." Wen Yang looked suspicious, nodded, and then picked up a crystal-clear crab roe dumpling and tentatively placed it in her bowl, "Then you can eat some of this, it's not greasy."
The aroma of crab roe wafted over, and although it smelled delicious, Fang Li felt inexplicably nauseous.