Fu Yuan'er looked at the community building in front of her and was speechless for a long time...
This is exactly the community where Yan Yan lives.
Cheng Zitong said that Yan Yan was in a house on the third floor of one of them.
The curtains were opened at a corner, and the telescope was ready. From this window, you could see the house where Yan Yan lived.
Fu Yuan'er went up to take a look, and sure enough, she saw Yan Yan.
Yan Yan hugged her knees and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, thinking blankly.
She's fine! Fu Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief, and the biggest stone in her heart fell to the ground.
But then, Panasonic's tone was immediately lifted up again, and a man walked up to Yan Yan, and it turned out to be... Cheng Yiming!
"Cheng Yiming found her!" she said happily.
"Keep watching, the fun will come later." Cheng Zitong's cool voice came.
She bit her lip in confusion and continued to look through the telescope.
I saw that Cheng Yiming was not in a hurry to take Yan Yan away, but sat down calmly and said something to Yan Yan.
The two talked for about ten minutes before Cheng Yiming stood up and prepared to leave.
After taking two steps, he turned around and knelt down again, held Yan Yan's face in his hands, and pressed his hard lips down...
Fu Yuan'er quickly covered her eyes, she couldn't see this.
She waited for several minutes, thinking it was almost done, then she took off her hands covering her eyes and looked again... Oh my god!
She quickly closed the curtains.
At the same time, she also wondered why Cheng Yiming did that to Yan Yan without even closing the curtains...
"What did you see?" Cheng Zitong chuckled.
Fu Yuan'er said nothing, her red cheeks said everything.
"Cheng Yiming is in trouble this time." There was gloating in his voice...
She raised her head and looked at him. He was half lying on the sofa, and her sun protection coat tied on his arm was particularly conspicuous.
"Your wound!" She almost forgot and quickly called her assistant, "Koizumi, Koizumi..."
"Xiaoquan went to buy midnight snacks." He said.
She noticed a chest of drawers by the wall, walked forward and opened the drawer to search. Generally, a small daily medicine box would be prepared at home, and this home was no exception.
She found iodophor and gauze.
"Disinfect your wound." She handed these things to Cheng Zitong.
Cheng Zitong didn't answer: "How do I disinfect myself?"
She was surprised, "I disinfect myself often."
"So you are a reporter and I am not."
Fu Yuan'er:......
"Then I'll call a nurse."
"Aren't you afraid that Cheng Yiming knows we are here? Everyone in the community belongs to him."
"What about your wound?"
"Whoever gets hurt is responsible."
Well, Fu Yuan'er accepts this statement.
She just disinfected his wound, but she didn't believe that a flower could be healed.
She unbuttoned her sun protection clothing and heard him groan patiently. At the same time, she felt a resistance on her hands.
It's the fabric of the sun protection clothing, which has been bonded to the flesh and blood... The flesh of his wound must have been pulled just now.
"I'm sorry." Her heart ached.
She picked up cotton wool and moistened it with alcohol, and soaked the wound little by little, so that the sticky cloth could be removed more easily... However, his forehead gradually began to sweat.
This method doesn't seem to be much better than cutting it off by force just now.
"I'm sorry..." She couldn't hide her feelings. Seeing him hurt, her heart ached too.
"This little pain is nothing." He disagreed, but his tone was so gentle.
just like before
When he spoke in her ear.
She felt her throat sting so much that she couldn't help but shed tears, hot and cold tears dripping on his arms.
"Yuan'er..." He called her name softly, his voice carrying an irresistible magic.
She raised her face and saw his eyes, which contained the tenderness she was most familiar with...
His lips fell, and her tears and heartache were all taken away by his kiss.
The cotton wool slipped from her hand, followed by the alcohol bottle... She was pressed into the soft sofa.
The familiar breath invaded her entire breath, her thoughts stopped, and her body's memory was quickly awakened, and she moved closer to him uncontrollably...
"Cheng Zitong, your wound..." She suddenly regained her senses, when she was fully occupied.
Then she was immediately pulled into the boundless sea by him, with wild waves inside...
The smell of sweat gradually spread in the air, and a low groan...until the man's sigh of satisfaction rang out.
Even though his body was satisfied, he still didn't let her go, his eyes lingering on her pretty face covered in sweat and blush.
Under the light, this face had a different kind of shyness and beauty. Just looking at it like this, he started to scream again somewhere... but he made no more moves.
He didn't dare to exert too much force just now, feeling that she was a little uncomfortable.
"Yuan'er, what's wrong with you?" His question came to Fu Yuan'er's ears.
Fu Yuan'er slowly opened her eyes, and her rationality slowly returned to her mind. Only then did she clearly realize what she had just done...
She was ashamed and struggled to sit up, but he deliberately held her down.
"The thing is done, it's too late to regret." A hint of sarcasm passed across his thin lips.
"You..." She looked at him angrily, but she couldn't say the word "temptation" no matter what.
She still hasn't forgotten how she was immersed in it just now.
"You'd better forget everything that happened just now," she said to him viciously, "I don't want to be a mistress."
"Whose mistress?" He raised his eyebrows.
"your."
"Oh, you want to be my mistress. With your beauty, I can consider it." He looked her up and down deliberately with a wicked smile.
"you……!"
He is always so crooked!
But now he is also so immoral in front of other women...
Thinking of this, Fu Yuan'er felt inexplicably irritated and pushed him away.
At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Xiaoquan's voice came from outside: "Mr. Cheng, I'm back."
Fu Yuan'er was stunned, quickly grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom.
"Come in in five minutes." Cheng Zitong replied slowly.
Fu Yuan'er:......
Why didn't he just tell Xiaoquan clearly what they were doing here!
She slammed the bathroom door and took several deep breaths to slow down her fast heartbeat.
"Mr. Cheng," she heard Xiaoquan say outside, "Cheng Yiming has replaced all the community security guards with his own people. You and your wife had better not go out these two days."
Why did he still call her "Mrs."? She would correct him later.
"Mr. Cheng, your arm..." Xiaoquan said in surprise.
Fu Yuan'er was stunned, that's right, she forgot to clean his wound.
"It's okay." Cheng Zitong replied quietly.
"Don't go out and sleep in the guest room." He continued.
Fu Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief. She was not alone with him. Things like that just now should not happen again.
Hey, no, does she want to be here with him?
Are you staying there for two days?
Fu Yuan'er got dressed and went out, only to see him sitting on the sofa, wearing only a pair of pants...
He really didn't mind letting Xiaoquan know what happened just now.
"Don't wash?" he stood up and asked.
Fu Yuan'er was too lazy to pay attention to him, turned around and walked to the window, subconsciously trying to open the curtains.
Suddenly I remembered why I had pulled down the curtains just now, and quickly put my hand down again.
"I want to see Yan Yan." She turned to look at Cheng Zitong.
Cheng Zitong said nothing.
Xiaoquan walked out of the guest room and said: "Mrs...."
"I'm not your wife." Fu Yuan'er interrupted him.
Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "...Cheng Yiming has sent many people to guard the community. It may not be easy to see Miss Yan."
"Why did he put Yan Yan here and not let anyone see her?" she asked.
"He knew that Murong Jue would be harmful to Yan Yan, so he acted first," Cheng Zitong explained to her: "But no one can know about this, and he also has to act in front of Murong Jue."
Fu Yuan'er understood why Cheng Yiming was so calm when she first got on the yacht and saw him.
"He let us look around, but he actually acted it for Murong Jue."
In other words, Murong Jue doesn't even know where Yan Yan is now.
"Then I want to see Yan Yan even more," Fu Yuan'er bit her lip, "I want to hear from her herself whether she is willing to accept Cheng Yiming's arrangement."
"What if she says she doesn't want to?" Cheng Zi asked.
"Then I will take her out of here."
Xiaoquan looked at Cheng Zitong in embarrassment.
Cheng Zitong thought for a moment and told Xiaoquan: "Go and make arrangements. It doesn't matter how fast it is. The key is to make sure it is done safely."
Koizumi nodded and left the house.
"Wait for him to make arrangements," Cheng Zitong shrugged, "You can take a shower first, you just sweated a lot..."
"Shut up!" Fu Yuan'er glared at him angrily, turned around, walked into the bedroom, and locked the door.
She fell on the bed, ashamed and on the verge of crying.
What did she just do...
"Knock knock!" Suddenly, a knock on the door woke her up.
Only then did she realize that she had fallen asleep.
Opening the door, Xiaoquan stood at the door anxiously, "Madam, please look after Mr. Cheng while I go buy antipyretics."
"What's wrong with him?" She woke up instantly and looked towards the sofa.
I saw him lying on the sofa, his eyes closed tightly, and a wet towel on his forehead.
"Mr. Cheng has a fever." Xiaoquan said.
She walked quickly to him and gently pulled away the gauze on his arm. Sure enough, the wound turned white.
It was disinfected too late and the wound became inflamed.
She couldn't help blaming herself, "It's all my fault that I didn't see clearly and injured him."
Xiaoquan also sighed, "Normally it's difficult for others to get close to Mr. Cheng. That means Mr. Cheng won't avoid the stone you hit, madam."
Fu Yuan'er:......
"Go back quickly, I'll watch him."
Xiaoquan nodded and left quickly.
Fu Yuan'er sat down next to Cheng Zitong, reached for the towel on his forehead, and wanted to change it for him.
He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.
"Yuan'er..." He opened his eyes drowsily, his voice was hoarse.
He could clearly see who she was, but he felt a little uncomfortable.
"Stop talking, close your eyes and rest." She warned.
"Yuan'er, it's best not to see Yan Yan, wait two days before talking..." He looked worried, "Cheng Yiming sometimes does things very crazy..."
