The man entered the bedroom, the headlight in the room was still on. As soon as he raised his eyes, he could clearly see the scar on her arm outside the quilt from a distance. Although the medicine was applied, it was still obvious.
He approached without any expression, and suddenly raised his hand to lift the quilt, and there were also conspicuous scars on the woman's thin and fair legs.
Others may not be able to tell at a glance, but he sees a lot, and he can naturally see at a glance whether it was typed or wiped out, but the inflammation can reach this level in a day, is this woman exposed to the sun all day
The action of lifting the quilt did not wake her up. Fu Sinian noticed that she seemed to be really tired, his thin lips gradually tightened, and he threw the quilt on her again.
He stood silently beside the bed for nearly a minute, staring at the woman's face, his pupils were dull, his mind was complicated and solemn, and there were no waves on his face, making it hard to guess what he was thinking.
After a moment, he turned off the light and left the bedroom.
After coming out of the master bedroom, he went directly to the second bedroom, closed the door, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed Rong Feng's number.
"What happened to that woman?"
Rong Feng didn't expect that he would specifically call for an inquiry. He was a little surprised, so he laughed and teased, "Are you here for the result, or are you concerned about that woman?"
"I can give you two more seconds to make you nonsense." The man's voice gradually became dangerous.
"Heh... it's really boring." Rong Feng curled his lips and said in a lazy voice: "Her uncle is not a low official in the military and political circles. Although he is not biological, he should take care of him, otherwise she will not take the risk. approaching you."
Fu Sinian held the phone and squinted his eyes slightly. A handsome face was a bit cold and terrifying. "You mean you can't handle it well?"
Rong Feng snorted, with a smile, "You fucking don't want to offend people, just push Lao Tzu, right? She's drugging you, not Lao Tzu, who would have expected you to be so tolerant, right? ?"
"Don't you know if you try it yourself?"
"..."
Rong Feng coughed slightly, and quickly returned to the subject, "It's not the first time you have been drugged. Why are you so serious this time?"
The wine in the bar is mostly supplemented, and drinking a little less has no effect on him. If he drinks too much, he can go to the hospital to deal with it.
After marriage, it seemed that there was no need to deal with it at all, and went straight to the house.
But this time it was suddenly so real that surprised him a bit.
Suddenly he was taken aback and smiled wickedly, "You didn't really sleep with that woman? Or... really suffocated?"
Fu Sinian's jaw line was tightened, his face was already extremely dark, but his tone was still calm and cold, "You are so afraid of offending her uncle, it is better to marry her, as a buddy I think I should be able to help you."
"..."
Early the next morning.
When Qiao Yimo woke up, he found himself lying on the man like an octopus.
She froze for a few seconds, then scrambled to get up from him.
The man seemed to be awakened, his slightly sullen voice muttered, "What to toss about?"
Qiao Yimo's movements became stiff, remembering that he might take the initiative to hold him all night, sitting a little awkwardly on the side, and said: "Why didn't you go to the company today?"
The man lay still, and moved his thin lips very lazily, his voice low and dull, "Who do I need to report to if I go to the company?"
Qiao Yimo choked.
Of course not, who would dare to say no to him
After a while, she said weakly and weakly: "Then you continue to sleep, I have to go to the studio today, I will get up first."
Qiao Yimo got out of bed and looked at the man’s bad face. She didn’t know if she didn’t sleep well last night, or if she got up in the morning for fear of offending him, she moved very lightly and barefoot. Get into the changing room.
The man watched her move blankly.
After changing his clothes, Qiao Yimo opened the door and came out. He saw the man lying on his side with one hand on his head, and a pair of turbulent eyes, staring at her deeply.
Qiao Yimo glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to pick himself up.
Hair combing, make-up, lips point... The movements are natural and smooth, but she usually does these things by herself. Today, she has a pair of eyes next to her. She feels a little awkward and her heartbeat speeds up.
After finishing a light makeup, she finally couldn't hold back, turned to look at the man's perfect handsome face, "I'll go out and do it, don't disturb you."
"Come here!" The man's gaze swept far away, from her delicate legs a little bit upward, the black eyes finally landed on the crimson lips that hadn't been smudged, and squinted slightly.
Qiao Yimo was startled and looked at him a little puzzled, "If you think I'm noisy, I'll leave immediately."
"Don't let me say it a second time."
"..."
Qiao Yimo squeezed his fingers, and finally walked over.
Light coffee dress, sleeveless waist, a waistband outlines her thin figure and does not hold her tightly. The legs below the knees are exposed, and the scars are still clearly visible on the white skin. Although the ** has disappeared, but look Going up is still a bit shocking, like being humiliated by others, and a bit erotic and ambiguous.
Near the bed, the man suddenly squeezed her wrist, with a slight force, pulling the whole person to the bottom of her body.
I'm going to kiss down with my head down.
Qiao Yimo's eyes widened in surprise, her small face tilted subconsciously.
The kiss fell on her face, and the man's face immediately sank.
Qiao Yimo frowned and looked at him in panic, "I, I'm going to film, you can't..."
He was tossed to death at the hotel that day, and the traces on his body have not disappeared. Why did he come again? So energetic.
"Is there any conflict between filming and making-love?" The man's dark eyes looked into her, his voice was low and hoarse.
The fragrance was warm all night, she was soft like a boneless body tightly wrapped around him, waking him up several times, and the fire that was not easy to extinguish, this woman began to hook people unknowingly since early morning. .
"I don't want to do it!" Qiao Yimo bit his lip, stretched out his hand to push him, and said with a reddish cheek: "Time is running out, I'm going to the studio. What do you want to do, will you come back at night?"
The man's handsome face was gloomy and gloomy, his jaw line was taut, and he looked like expressionless indifference, half of his body was pressed against her, her beautiful white chin was clasped with one hand, and a smile was in his calm tone. "Why do you always fight against your body? If you want to reject me, don't bite your lip in front of me next time. Don't you know that it is a sexually suggestive action?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo immediately let go of his mouth and looked at him a little aggrieved, and couldn't help refuting in a low voice, "You are thinking too much by yourself, I don't."
"I don't want to do it anymore, let's start." The man was standing above, looking at her condescendingly, his hands had already begun to move.
"..."
(End of this chapter)