"It's so jerky. It seems like your husband is really not good at it."
He was emotional and his tone was a little hoarse.
The world in Shengmian was so chaotic that he didn't even dare to speak.
She was extremely nervous. Sometimes she was afraid that someone would push the door in, and sometimes she was afraid that there would be someone in the building opposite.
By the end, she had fainted from his torture.
At five o'clock in the morning, Fu Yancheng put his suit on her and carried her into his car.
If someone had told him that he would fool around with women in the office, he would never believe it.
He is a workaholic, and the office is a sacred place.
But he and the woman in his arms spent the whole night hanging out here.
Eat the marrow to know the taste.
Sheng Mian was so tired that she couldn't move a finger. Fu Yancheng put her on the bed and wanted to take her to take a shower, but her cell phone rang.
He frowned and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. After pressing the answer button, a man's voice came from the call.
"I am Ma Guang, and your husband Xu Lue is in my hands. If you, a bitch, continue to pretend that you can't see the news about me, I will kill him. Believe it or not!"
The next second, Fu Yancheng's face turned dark, he hung up the phone and looked at the exhausted woman on the bed.
He smiled lightly, his eyes filled with boundless coldness.
No wonder she suddenly changed her mind. It turned out that Ma Guang had arrested her husband.
The anger that surged up in a moment seemed to eat away at the person's reason. He grabbed the person and continued regardless, showing no mercy.
Sheng Mian woke up from being tortured, her voice was a little hoarse and she had no strength to speak.
"Fu...Mr. Fu."
She is really tired, can she stop continuing?
Fu Yancheng just pinched her waist.
It was another two hours. Without even looking at the person on the bed who he had turned into a rag doll, he went into the bathroom to take a bath, came out, changed into a set of clean clothes, and went to Fu's.
In the last two hours, he was completely merciless. He deliberately tormented her and left marks all over her neck, not even sparing the most secret places.
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When Sheng Mian woke up, she felt pain all over her body.
Seeing the ceiling, she quickly stood up, but her waist was stretched due to this movement, and she gasped in pain.
It was already noon and there was no one in the house. Fu Yancheng should have left long ago.
Her body was in a mess, and she didn't even do simple cleaning.
It seemed like it was really a toy for him to vent.
Her fingertips curled up, she took a deep breath, and covered herself with the quilt next to her.
But when I thought of something, I laughed to myself again.
When she got out of bed, she frowned in discomfort and held the edge of the bed with her fingertips before she could stand up.
The muscles in her calf were trembling slightly. She glanced at the clothes on the ground and saw that they were torn and could no longer be worn.
She forced herself to go to the bathroom, and when she saw the traces spreading down her neck, her pupils shrank sharply.
Not daring to look any further, I quickly took a shower.
But there are no clothes.
She was even more embarrassed to send text messages to Jiang Liu. If Jiang Liu saw him like this, Fu Yancheng's matter would have to be involved again.
These marks couldn't be washed away. When I poured warm water over my head, what came to my mind was the ferocity with which he put her on the desk.
Like a glutton, like a hungry wolf coming to kill you.
Completely opposite to the dignity and coldness on his face.
Sheng Mian returned to the bedroom and had no choice but to open the cabinet.
There are many Fu Yancheng suits inside.
Her pants are still wearable, but her clothes are completely ruined.
I had no choice but to take out a white shirt from Fu Yancheng.
All his suits are custom-made and neatly placed in the cabinet. They are ironed and delivered every day.
So are shirts.
Sheng Mian lowered her eyelashes, thought about it, and sent him a text message.
"Mr. Fu, my clothes are ruined. I'm going to wear your shirt."
Fu Yancheng was sitting in the office at the moment, carefully processing the information on the computer. When he heard the sound of messages on his mobile phone, his fingertips paused.
He took it and looked at it, raising his eyebrows slightly.
All the documents he dropped on the ground last night have been sorted out.
Now that I think about it, I was really confused last night. The moment she agreed, I was a little afraid that she would regret it.
This chapter has been completed!