Chapter 44 Cleaning the Room (1/3)
The man wiped his hair and gave a light command, "Come here, blow your hair!"
Qiao Yimo was dull for a second, swallowed silently, and climbed out of the bed barefoot to find the hair dryer.
"Sit down to **, it's too high."
The man didn't speak, so he walked to the bed and sat down, closing his eyes and letting her play around.
The warm wind blew on his face, and the gentle movements stroked his scalp. Neither of them spoke, except for the sound of the hair dryer, there was an inexplicable hint of harmony.
This harmony made Qiao Yimo feel back in time for a moment.
She patiently blew his short hair to completely dry, then put down the hair dryer, ran to the changing room and got him a new set of nightgown.
The man raised a handsome face and looked at her with a sly smile, "I have to take it off right away, so why bother to wear it again?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo stayed in a daze, before he could react, his body was pulled forward with a force, and his whole body instantly fell to the ground, his head was still frozen, and the tall shadow in front of him was covered.
She squatted for a moment, "You, what are you doing?"
"Qiao Yimo, this kind of opening statement is too vague, do you really think you are pure?" The man lowered his head and looked at her condescendingly, rubbing his big palm on her lips, his eyes were strangely dark.
Qiao Yimo bit her lip heavily, her face blushing to the point of bleeding, "Are you planning to... make up?"
After asking her, she regretted it. She didn't know why she suddenly blurted out such a sensitive question. She should be happy to be able to come over. It would be too much to ask.
Sure enough, the man smiled in his spare time, with a sexy and lazy tone, with some playful coolness, but without any gentleness, "Reconciliation? When will we get better? You won't let me go out to find a woman, and you won't allow me to be in my own home. Looking for a woman? Huh?"
As the man said, Big Palm had already torn away her nightgown.
Qiao Yimo's face changed instantly, as if pierced by an ice cone in his heart.
Just the hand that was just raised was pressed down by the man's hand, and the low, dumb voice sprayed with a clear breath, "Want to escape again? See you running into my room countless times in a month
For the second time, I thought you would want it too. "
Qiao Yimo's eyes widened for an instant, and he was extremely shocked, "You, how do you... know?"
The man stared deeply at her red and white face, "Don't say here, even every corner of this river city is in my sight."
Both the master bedroom and the second bedroom are equipped with surveillance, and he only accidentally discovered that the woman was idle at home during the day and was running to the second bedroom.
Qiao Yimo was embarrassed to be caught, aside from his sight, he vacillated and explained, "I have nothing to do at home, I just want to clean the room for you."
Fu Sinian hooked his lips and cleaned the room
It was indeed cleaning the room, but he really didn't dare to compliment the sneaky look, so he said with a sarcasm: "Isn't this a manifestation of your loneliness and emptiness?"
The handsome face under the black hair was no longer lazy, and the sexy taste was no longer there, but it suddenly added a layer of danger. Then, Qiao Yimo's pretty face suddenly whitened, and he screamed subconsciously. , "Uh... No..."
Cold fingers pierced her body.
Fu Si's face has been covered with a faint indifference, except for slightly disturbed breathing, even his voice has not changed, "I will give you a chance now to please me. The heroine of the next play is you."
She would rather run to find Lu Ziyan, would rather be hidden by the snow, than beg him, so close and beg far away, how long does she want to pretend
"I don't want... Fu Sinian, you let me go!"
If he only used this to humiliate her, she would not want it, never want it again...
His white face was soaked with sweat, and tears rolled in his eyes, full of humiliation and grievance.
She loves him so much, but he seems to treat her as a free woman to satisfy his desires.
She would rather him be as cold as ice as before than be brutal now.
Fu Sinian said indifferently, "I haven't started yet, so don't you? Don't you want such a good opportunity? Or do you think you can get more by committing to others?"
In the whole Jiangcheng, the rich don’t have the power, and the powerful don’t have the money. Although he doesn’t bother to take care of her nosy, who will
She now holds the name of Mrs. Fu.
Others didn't know, Lu Ziyan wanted to find out it was easy.
"Ah... Fu Sinian, no!"
The voice of the woman crying has masked all the voices.
The man frowned in disgust, grabbed the back of her head, and directly lowered his head to cover her lips.
"Woo..."
Everything later came to pass, probably after a month of ban, the man finally found a reason.
After almost early morning, Fu Sinian finally ended. Looking at the sleeping woman beside him, there were still tears on his face, and his deep eyes had returned to the coldness of the past.
He slowly got up, put on a nightgown casually, got up from the **** and walked to the balcony leading to the outside.
Ye Feng blew out the last trace of affection, he took out a cigarette, lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and dialed a phone easily.
After ten seconds of ringing, an angry voice came from over there, "Will you fucking call me after midnight next time? I'm in chaos and I'm still carrying Lao Tzu."
Fu Sinian took a cigarette, ignored his anger, and asked faintly: "Are you walking very close to Lu Ziyan recently?"
Rong Feng's shady and shady voice came slowly, "Big Brother, what time is it? You didn't suddenly remember that you fell in love with Lao Tzu, do you plan to confess?"
Fu Sinian frowned slightly and replied lightly, "I just finished-love, are you sure you want to doubt this question?"
Rong Feng, "..."
"Why didn't I find that you are so fucking cheap before. I walked with Lu Ziyan to discuss an undeveloped land. We both liked it at the same time, but he didn't want it much, but he didn't seem to want to give up.
"Where is the land?"
Rong Feng smiled lightly, "This is the old orphanage. The demolition started last year, and the progress will be accelerated recently."
Hearing the old orphanage, Fu Sinian's eyes fell instantly, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Rong Feng smiled again, "A few months ago, that woman was still a person who had been dead for seven years. I haven't seen you mention a word in seven years. You don't even love people and still love that shabby place."
(End of this chapter)