Shades Of Mr.billionaire - Chapter 299

It’s going to give one day.

“How’s the blushing as a new wife?” He clucks my cheek affectionately and winks.

“All Perfecto,” I smile, laughing at myself and my ability to choose the most inaccurate word to describe how I’m feeling.

If I could’ve said good, or fine, or great, but no… I say perfect.

Perfectly distraught, that’s what I am.

“Wow. It was a wonderful gift. Thank you, boss,” I say happily but in deepest of my feeling right now only God knows what going on.

“Oh, you’re welcome.” My boss says.

“So where is everyone?” I ask, desperate to divert the conversation from this my newlywed life.

“They all got a meeting with the client outside. I guess they’ll be back here at lunch,” He looks at his watch.

“Oh, Xiao Wei. What the progress with Gu Group?” he returns his eyes to mine, and I struggle to look relaxed at the mention of my husband enemy client’s name.

“Has he been in touch yet?” He added.

“Oh. Not yet,” I load my computer up and jiggle my mouse to get the screen on.

I almost forgot that I’ve been given a deadline by my great husband of today to let my boss know about the relationship[ between Feng Teng and President. But to be considered of my current state of affairs with Feng Teng and the fact that I’ve left my husband after a day took the vows, I’m thinking my dear husband won’t have time to stressing me on this issue.

“Oh…He said he’d be in touch once he’s back in here,” I inform my boss.

“Alright then,” Xu Feng Brother shifts on my desk.

“And anything to report on your other clients? How about Ms Yi…or your beloved husband, President Feng?” He said and chuckles at his little joke, and although the truth I’m in turmoil with my great husband, still I’m grateful for that my boss acceptance of our matrimonial relationship.

Hoping that there will even be a piece of news about my marriage relationship after the next few days.

Gosh! I can’t believe, that my marriage day will come into this distressful.

“All good and in progress smoothly. For Ms Yi, the work will start tomorrow, and President Feng would like me to finish the re-build the room as soon as possible. Because all the furniture we have received last two week but because of the wedding, got halts in the midway of installation,” I say calmly.

He then laughs.

“Madam Feng, you don’t have to call your husband President Feng.” He tells me to be informal since President Feng already my husband.

“Oh…The habit, I guessed,” I grumble.

Though I could think of a lot of words I could call him at the moment.

“Do you mean that lovely matrix style?” He asked.

“Yes, it is,” I pull out the design from my drawer and present it to Xu Feng Brother.

“Wow! Stunning,” he says simply.

“I bet these will cost a few million,” He exclaims.

Expensive? Yes! It’s ridiculously expensive.

“I think the cost is nothing for him, I guess,” I shrug and take the design back when he hands it to me.

So I’m happily filling the drawing away when the sharp cracking of splintering wood rings out through the quiet of our office, and I watch in shock as my boss crashes to the floor with a look of alarm on his face.

Err… I don’t know why but he had it coming.

My lap is littered with pieces of the desk, and I’m eternally grateful that my legs weren’t tucked under it if not they’d be broken.

“Bloody hell!” Xu Feng Brother shouts, rolling around among the many pieces of broken wood and stationery that graced my desk, including my flat computer screen.

HA.HA.HA. I don’t know whether to jump up to help him or just laugh.

A roaring giggle is bubbling in my throat, and it’s taking every modic.u.m of power to hold it back.

This situation is just too funny.

As I lose the battle to not laugh just the I burst out of laughter flies from my mouth.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

There is not a chance on earth that Xu Feng Brother going get up from the floor without any help, and I doubt that I’ll be of any help for him since his weigh ten times more than me.

“BOSS! Seriously, I’m sorry!” I say as I still chuckle after watched my boss fallen as if the watermelon crashed.

After I re-gaining control of my laughter and twitching body.

“Let me help you,” I put my hand out to him and he reaches up to take it, his stretch straining his shirt buttons.

It flies open, scattering buttons all over the office floor and revealing my boss potbelly. This does me no favours, my earlier laughter returning full force.

“Darn! F**K!” he curses, keeping a tight hold of my hand.

“This is unlucky much!” He says as his frustration got to add.

“Oh God! Sorry. HAHAHA,” I cried, bending over to stop myself from peeing my knickers.

“Xu Feng Brother, are you okay?” I know he is.

Because if he not okay, I bet he wouldn’t be rolling around and cursing if he was seriously injured.

“Am not! Bloody hell not! So how will you control yourself and help me out from this messed?” He tugs at my hand.

“Ops! I’m sorry! Okay,” It’s no good. I’m crying, mascara probably pouring down my cheeks.

Then I gather all of my strength into helps my boss up from the floor and try making quick so I can get to the toilet faster. And then I do just that when I’ve finally got him to his feet.

“Please, excuse me!” I laugh, running towards the ladies, passing a shocked looking Er Xi as I fly past the office hall…

When I’ve sorted myself out and composed my jerking body, I walk back into the office to find all my colleagues had gotten back to the office.

“What happened?” Yi Lan whispers as soon she saw me.

“Oh. HAHAHA…My desk finally crashed down, and our boss went together with it like a crashed poor watermelon. �� I smile and try my hardest to keep the giggling fit from returning again.

If I start to laugh again, I bet this time I won’t be able to stop this time. Because it’s was really funny.

“DANG! I missed it!” Fu Heng cries incredulously.

“Damn it.” He hangs his man-bag on the back of his chair.

“So my little sis. How is the newlywed’s life?” He asked.

“Haaa…All is well,” I answer.

“Oh darn! So jealous!” Yi Lan pipes up.

“One day, when I get married, I will have just like you did, perhaps though not grand maybe the same theme…” She chirps.

“It was beautiful, Wei Jie,” Er Xi muses dreamily.

“You’re so lucky, Jie,” She added.

Er Xi sweet words only enhance my gloom until my phone starts singing from my bag. I glance across at it, sitting amid the chaos of broken up desk. “My Husband” shown on the screen.

No! I don’t think I can speak to him, right now. As I’m a little surprised that it’s taken him just to call me, and even more surprised he wasn’t so persistent after a few days I left.

These signs are all an indication of one thing and one thing alone. He knows he’s pushed my bottom boundaries. So I can’t even imagine what he’s doing with himself, besides running continuous laps at the Zhongshan.

Er Xi looks at me expectantly, but I just smile and continue picking up paperclips and popping them in a pot.

He calls me only now so I wonder why out of all the things we could be clearing up, we’re collecting the smallest things of all.

“I’ll call him back,” I say to Er Xi while thinking how ther.a.p.eutic this actually is.

When we’re chit-chatting, Er Xi gets up and heads to the kitchen to make coffee, while I pull myself up and head for my boss office. So I knock the door and poke my head around. He’s sitting at his desk, a little red-faced, combing his hair.

“You okay?” I ask, biting my lip furiously as I take in his buttoned jacked concealing his rounded belly.

“Yeah, yes. I’m alright,” he huffs, slipping his comb down the front of his jacket and into the inside pocket.

“Gosh! I think my wife sees this as a sign to lose some weight.” He grins a little, making me feel a whole lot better for laughing at him.

I grin, too.

“Lol. Anyway, I’m glad I’ve made your day, Xiao Wei,” He says.

“Sorry Xu Feng Brother. I’m sorry, but you should have heard the creaks every time you sat there.” I informed.

“Of course, I did. But I don’t know that stupid cheap tat! Came end today,” He scoffed.

“Hehe, I’m sure,” I agree on a serious face.

There was nothing cheap about my desk.

“So would you like a coffee?” I asked.

“No. Not now,” he grumbles.

“I need to go home and change mine broken shirt,” He said.

“Okay.” I slip out of his office and return to my pile of wood, rummaging around the loose parts until I find my bag.

So I grab my phone, clear the missed call from my husband.

“Is he okay?” Fu Heng asks on a chuckle and Yi Lan joining him.

“Yeah. He’s fine, but keep a straight face when he leaves to go and change out of his ruined shirt.” I grin.

“Oh MY GOD! He has broken the buttons?” The Yi Lan burst into laughs as he flopping back in her chair.

Fu Heng the looks over at Yi Lan, then joins her laughter.

“Oh damn heck! What I’d do to go back in time to make sure I was there.” He said.

I manage to hold my giggles and slip into my office when my call connects to the clinic.

After getting past the guard dog of a receptionist, I finally get an appointment for four o’clock.