Sheng Mian's eyes have a very beautiful curve, especially when they are forced to appear in a circle of red, they look pitiful.
His face was full of stubbornness, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Her expression really makes people want to kiss her to death.
But Sheng Mian has calmed down now. After all, Fu Yancheng transferred 40 million to her.
It's not a loss to buy her grievance for 40 million.
She lowered her eyelashes.
"Sorry, Mr. Fu."
She should not be angry with her God.
The two are still cooperating, and the customer is God.
As Fu Yancheng grew up, this was the first time that anyone except the old man dared to do this to him.
But he didn't feel angry, and was even a little surprised.
There were two clusters of fire burning in her eyes, making his blood boil when she looked at him.
He is hard.
His Adam's apple rolled twice, pressed the back of her head, and couldn't help but kiss her.
Sheng Mian frowned and turned his head away.
"Mr. Fu, do you want the fourth time tonight?"
When he saw her cold face, he felt a little depressed for some reason.
He didn't know if it was because there was no window in the room, but he felt out of breath.
Sheng Mian slowly pushed him away and took a look at the painting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Thirty million, I'll make up for it for Mr. Fu."
This time the silent person became Fu Yancheng.
Sheng Mian's idea is very simple. Fu Yancheng has plenty of money anyway. Since he is willing to use money to make up for it, he can take as much as he can.
She won't say aloofly that she doesn't want it, after all, she is short of money.
What's more, tens of millions is a drop in the bucket for Fu Yancheng.
Fu Yancheng saw that something was wrong with her tonight, and if he really wanted to do it for the fourth time now, he would probably make her anxious.
"Well, then thirty million."
Sheng Mian laid out the paints he brought one by one, and went to the bathroom to fill them with water.
Fu Yancheng saw her busy in and out of the bathroom, so he sat on the sofa.
Sheng Mian stood in front of the painting, thought about it for a moment, and then started to write.
From this position, Fu Yancheng could clearly see her face while working.
Her face was already small, but her eyebrows and eyes were serious and tight at the moment.
The neck is beautiful and slender, and the figure is forward and backward.
His eyes swept over them one by one, and finally turned back to her face.
His body was unbearably hot, and he wondered if he had been drugged tonight.
Because Sheng Mian was busy painting and ignored him, he had to take a cold shower.
When I came out, I saw that she had her hair tucked behind her ears. She probably stayed in the same position for too long, so she stretched her waist.
The suit she wore was not long enough, and when she stretched her waist, a section of her fair waist was exposed, and her beautiful waist was clearly visible.
Fu Yancheng had just come out after calming down. When he saw this scene, he cursed, walked over and hugged her.
Kissed without hesitation.
"Well!"
Sheng Mian struggled to get down, "There's still a little more to finish!"
"Get up tomorrow morning and paint."
"Mr. Fu."
Her face was extremely serious, "I think if I go to that bed, there will be no morning."
Fu Yancheng didn't expect that she would say such words, and she would do so in a serious tone, which made her angry and funny at the same time.
Sheng Mian fell from his arms and continued to finish the finishing work.
Fu Yancheng sat back on the sofa and closed his eyes quietly, feeling unbearable pain for the first time.
He took out a glass of ice water from the refrigerator and took a sip to cool down, but couldn't help but look at her.
I really can't get enough of her short hair.
Sheng Mian ignored him. After finishing painting, he carefully cleaned the brush and painting plate.
The water in the sink turned into colorful colors, and she carefully wiped her fingertips stained with paint.
After everything was cleaned and he came out of the bathroom, he saw Fu Yancheng standing in front of the painting, his eyebrows undisguised in admiration.
Sheng Mian put all the painting tools in his bag and didn't forget to remind him.
"thirty million."
When Fu Yancheng saw that she had reached the door, he put down the cup in his hand.
"To take a bath."
This is what he said to her.
Sheng Mian froze, but Fu Yancheng was still only wearing the bath towel, and the lines were particularly beautiful.
She didn't speak, put down her bag silently, and entered the bathroom.
Hot water poured down on him, and in the mist, he saw Fu Yancheng walking in and hugging her from behind.
Sheng Mian felt a sense of absurdity at this moment. She really wanted to tell him that she was the wife he disdained, the woman he had just left yesterday.
But does it all make sense?
If he thought she was concealing her identity and getting close to her on purpose, it would be more of a loss than a gain.
Besides, how does she have the confidence to think that Fu Yancheng will not get angry or implicate other people if he knows the truth?
Just because the two of them slept together a few times?
She didn't even make a single promise, so she blindly believed in her own charm.
This is completely the beginning of tragedy.
And even if he made a promise, she wouldn't believe it.
A man's words in bed are not as good as a few dog barks.
I hid it from him at first because I was worried that he would be angry because he was deceived and cause trouble to the Sheng family.
Now it's just that she doesn't think it's interesting.
After getting the divorce agreement, she will go abroad to study painting and follow her master to find inspiration all over the world instead of being trapped in this small place.
She does not expect that she is an exception to Fu Yancheng, so she feels that an identity is not necessary.
