337 A Delicious Taste

Guan Lei was in an excellent mood when he thought about how he would be able to see Shen Xi the next day. Li Zhe, observing in the dark, had a playful look.

“It seems our Young Master has fallen in love. From the looks of it, the extent of the intoxication is not small,” Li Zhe said as he peeled a tangerine.

Looking at the tangerine that Li Zhe brought to his mouth, Meng Yu’s brows furrowed slightly, and he said with an unnatural expression, “Director Li, don’t feed me. It’s not appropriate.”

Li Zhe’s brows also furrowed, and he said in a harsh tone, “Why is it not appropriate? We’re not working now, so we’re on equal terms. As a friend, what’s wrong with feeding you a piece of tangerine? Isn’t that normal? Or…”

A naughty smile suddenly appeared on Li Zhe’s face. His eyes sized up Meng Yu’s handsome face. “You’re not comfortable because you’re interested in me? Don’t tell me that your heart will beat faster…”

“Director Li, stop joking!” Meng Yu hurriedly stopped Li Zhe, who was about to spew nonsense. He then said with a serious expression, “I’m straight. Also, Director Li, it would be best if you thought about marriage. The Li family is still looking forward to you siring the next generation of heirs.”

Meng Yu’s refusal was so firm that there was no room for negotiation. Li Zhe was stunned at first, then his face darkened. He was upset that Meng Yu could always easily provoke his anger. “It’s none of your business whether or not I have a successor.”

Meng Yu hadn’t expected Li Zhe to flare up and said respectfully, “I overstepped my boundaries. I’m sorry.”

Looking at the meek Meng Yu, Li Zhe felt that he was about to lose his cool. If he hadn’t been afraid that Meng Yu would be frightened, he wanted to fiercely kiss that little mouth that was always blurting infuriating words, and let this annoying little thing know how he truly felt.

Li Zhe stuffed the tangerine into Meng Yu’s mouth, and then, without pulling his hand away, stared at Meng Yu and said, “You’ll eat it when I give it to you. Stop talking so much nonsense.”

Meng Yu looked down at the slender fingers stuffed into his mouth, then up at Li Zhe. His meaning was obvious — he wanted Li Zhe to pull his hand away.

Li Zhe, who was still in a depressed and angry state, did not want to do as Meng Yu wanted. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. “Eat like this. Who asked you to talk so much just now? I have to punish you.”

Meng Yu ignored Li Zhe’s childishness and pulled Li Zhe’s fingers out. Then, he slowly swallowed the tangerine. “It’s delicious, but I can eat it myself. Director Li, you don’t have to be so courteous. Besides, it’s not hygienic.”

Li Zhe looked at the calm and collected Meng Yu, and he was furious. “You dare disobey me? And despise me?”

“Director Li, you said it yourself. It’s not working hours now, so we’re on equal terms. So why should I listen to you?” Meng Yu rebutted, turning the former’s words against him.

Li Zhe felt as if he had shot himself in the foot. Looking at Meng Yu’s calm expression, Li Zhe was unconvinced. What right did Meng Yu have to remain so carefree while he threw a fit?

The corners of Li Zhe’s eyes twitched evilly, and he lifted the fingers that he had pulled out of Meng Yu’s mouth. Then, before Meng Yu, he slowly put it into his mouth, even sticking out his tongue to lick the two fingers in an extremely lewd manner. “Although you dislike me, I don’t dislike you.”

While Li Zhe licked, he tutted as he praised, “Meng Yu’s taste is really sweet.”

Meng Yu was shocked by Li Zhe’s bold and obscene behavior and words. He stood up abruptly. “Director Li, I’m going to the washroom. You watch over Young Master first.”

Meng Yu was truly frightened. In the past, Li Zhe had also been preposterous and would often say some inexplicable things to him. But it had never been as explicit as that day. When Meng Yu left the scene in a panic, he was a little bewildered and dazed.

Li Zhe looked at Meng Yu as the latter fled, his entire body shaking with laughter. Why was his Ah Yu so adorable? Thus, he wickedly shouted at Meng Yu’s retreating figure, “Are you feeling lustful? Do you want to go to the washroom and quietly settle it yourself? Don’t worry. If you’re feeling panicked, I can help you release it!”

Hearing Li Zhe’s impetuous words, Meng Yu’s scalp went numb, and he almost stumbled. After staggering, he sped up even more.