The two were quiet for a while, and Qiao Yimo lowered his head, looking down at what he was thinking.
I don’t know how long it took, the woman suddenly raised her face again, blinking at the man in the dim light in the car, and asked the question that lingered for a long time, "Why did you come suddenly? I hit you. Phone?"
Hearing this, the man was finally willing to move his gaze to her face, stared for a few seconds, and curled his eyebrows and said: "You don't know whose call you are calling?"
Qiao Yimo shook his head ignorantly, "I was too anxious at the time, I pressed it indiscriminately, I don't know who it was."
She didn't think so much at the time, anyone can come, as long as someone can come.
Fu Sinian pursed his lips. Under the dim light, the tension on his face tended to dissipate, coldly, "Then you are probably stepping on the biggest shit luck of your life tonight."
"what?"
"You got through Rong Feng's phone."
"..."
Qiao Yimo stayed for a while.
Wouldn't it be such a coincidence
Before she could react, the man suddenly pinched her chin and lifted it up, looking straight into her eyes, pursing his lips and asking, "If no one is going tonight, what are you going to do?"
Five big men, with their limbs tied up, have no chance of escape.
"I..." She hesitated for a while, and looked at his deep handsome face earnestly. Her face was like bulging cheeks, and she resolutely said: "Bite, tongue, self-defeating!"
"..."
Fu Sinian's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and there was no discomfort on his face, but his tone was extremely mocking, "Qiao Yimo, look at you like this, you still think you have a backbone?"
"I'm going to die, how much courage would it take? Why are you stubborn?"
The man was already too lazy to mock her and cursed coldly: "Do you have a prehistoric brain degeneration after filming too much? You can die by biting your tongue. How many people will die in the restaurant every day? The tongue is ruined, no one is dead. Death, do I have to raise a dumb?"
"..."
In other words, she was also a person who had just experienced life and death, wandering on the edge of despair, so she could not be saved, so he didn't comfort him, and even yelled at her and mocked her.
She made a great determination to die and it became such a joke in his eyes.
It's really embarrassing, and I can't help but feel wronged.
Clenching her fingers, she endured her emotions, low and soft
Softly complained, "What can I do? Even if I can't die, it’s okay to faint, it’s better than to endure the abuse of those people sober? You said, if I’m touched by someone else, I’ll stop wanting me. ,and so… "
Fu Sinian narrowed his eyes and looked at her flushed eyes with tears, "So you plan to show your ambition to death? Prove your innocence to me, and help your parents grow old while I am guilty?"
Qiao Yimo was taken aback, staring at his beautiful eyes, looking at him with some surprise.
He, he guessed so accurately!
She did consider this at the time, so she made the decision with peace of mind.
Fu Sinian sneered, leaning back, and then said, "If you didn’t add a man and a half to the Fu family, how many people would you remember even if you died? What can you change? Your parents still expect me to give them nothing for nothing. Pension?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo stopped talking. This man is an unimaginable person. She would never have expected what he was thinking. Just like tonight, she thought his appearance would become a thrilling process. The romantic ending, isn't it the uselessness that he ridiculed in the end
Moreover, now that I think about what happened before, it is not so terrible, and I even want to go back and kick the guy whose surname is Tang.
No one cares if she is dead, what else is she going to die
After that, the car was completely silent, and the breath was a little dull, but it was undoubtedly reassuring, especially when sitting next to the man.
When the spirit is relaxed, the body will be very tired and exhausted, and there is still a way to go before Bishuiyunju. She gently leaned her head on the man's shoulder and closed her eyes to calm her mood.
Fu Sinian just glanced at her with a low eye, but didn't push away.
The car drove to Bishui Yunju.
Fu Sinian didn't care whether she was asleep or not, and he hugged the person across the living room all the way back to the bedroom, kicked the door open, and was about to put her in her pussy, the woman who closed her eyes suddenly spoke with a soft tone. Soft and delicate, "Can you put me in the bathroom? I want to take a shower."
It was very dirty, as if it had touched something dirty, the skin started to get goose bumps and it was very uncomfortable.
Fu Sinian pursed his lips, did not speak, paused, went to the bathroom and put her down, then turned around and went out.
"You wash first, and I will find you clothes."
"...
"
The man found her clothes, went downstairs and brought the medicine box up, but waited and waited for a long time, but no one came out.
Jun's eyebrows became more frowning and tighter, the impatience on his face became more and more obvious, and the air-conditioning around his body became stronger and stronger. Finally, he was too lazy to shout and kicked open the bathroom door.
The people inside didn't seem to expect that the man would suddenly kick in, and sat in the bathtub, showing his half-naked upper body, holding a towel in his hand, and staring at him blankly.
Time seems to stand still for one second, two seconds...
The instinctive scream was about to rush out of her throat, and she was still held back by her mouth, "You, you..."
The water in the shower fell straight on the woman's hair, and the white mist engulfed the entire space.
Fu Sinian looked at the woman living well in front of him, his eyes swept up and down, his throat tightened slightly, and his voice suddenly sank, "Are you planning to take your own skin?"
The skin, which was originally white as jade, was now red.
It is undoubtedly her two-hour masterpiece.
Qiao Yimo's cheeks blushed, his head shrank down hurriedly, and he bit his lips low.
As she said, the towel was rubbing on her arm, repeatedly, as if she was really trying to rub the skin off.
The man's face was directly cold to the extreme, he walked to the bathtub in two steps, clasped her wrist, and said in a deep voice: "No more washing, I don't have the energy to spend it with you, now go out and sleep."
The wet hair was hanging down and the shoulders pressed against the face, and the water on the surface was radiant, and the swelling of the face that had not disappeared became more obvious.
She twisted her eyebrows, earned her wrists, wanted to withdraw, and whispered in a low voice, "You go to bed first, I'll be fine..."
"Qiao Yimo, you don't listen to what I said, are you? I'm not allowed to wash it again!" The man's tone increased a little more, and he looked at her with a calm face, and then he seemed impatient to talk nonsense with her again. She used her wrist to pull the person out of the water directly.
As soon as he was suddenly dragged out of the water, the woman subconsciously screamed in shock, her hands hurriedly covered her chest, and screamed in shame, "Fu Sinian!"
"To shut up!"
The man glanced at her with a low eye, regardless of the water stains on her body, he walked out with a big stride in his arms, and then threw it at the fuck.
(End of this chapter)