When she went to the rose garden to wait for Fu Yancheng, Sheng Mian looked at the scenery outside in a daze.
When the doorbell rang, she went to open the door.
She had already taken a shower, and you could see that Fu Yancheng's hair was moist, so she probably came here after taking a shower.
Last time Xu Lue said he was leaving soon, Fu Yancheng remembered it, so this time he set the location in the rose garden.
For no reason, he just wanted to leave his mark on this place.
"Have the sheets been changed?"
he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I don't sleep where others have slept."
"Changed it."
"Has it been disinfected?"
Sheng Mian thought that this man was really stupid.
"Um."
Only then did Fu Yancheng hug her with satisfaction.
It wasn't a princess hug, it was dragging her butt so that her legs clamped around his waist.
Sheng Mian thought he was going to the bedroom when he asked those people, but he didn't expect that he was coming to the kitchen.
There is a square western kitchen island in the kitchen, which is also wiped clean. It is usually used for placing vegetables.
When Sheng Mian was placed on it, her voice trembled and she said, "Turn off the lights."
For no other reason than the kitchen, this place is really shameful. Although her kitchen has not been turned on a few times, the lights in the kitchen are very bright.
It's already evening outside, and the kitchen is too bright, and it feels like everything dirty will be illuminated.
Fu Yancheng chuckled, bit her ear and asked, "Where is the switch in your house?"
Sheng Mian took a breath and said, "The door."
He turned around and went to the door to lock it.
She added, "Close the living room too."
Anyway, it's not completely dark outside yet, so I can see.
Fu Yancheng obeyed and turned off the lights in the living room.
The moment the lights dimmed, the feeling of shame was much lessened.
She breathed a sigh of relief and saw him walking over, unbuttoning his expensive suit jacket and throwing it on the ground.
After approaching, he pinched her waist with his hand. Through the thin fabric, Sheng Mian could clearly feel a thin layer of calluses on the roots of his fingers. He should be playing with guns or knives.
sharp.
He held her waist tightly with both hands, tilted his head to touch her ears, and then said hoarsely: "It's so soft."
Sheng Mian had a feeling that he seemed determined to play with her in the palm of his hand tonight. Different from finding pleasure in her before, he seemed to be determined to make her fall in this way.
If he had used this method from the beginning, Sheng Mian might have really fallen into the trap.
But now there are only two left, and after tonight, there will only be one left.
Then she would avoid interacting with him, wait quietly for three months, and have nothing to do with him after the divorce.
Realizing that she was distracted, Fu Yancheng kissed her with almost red eyes. He didn't stop until she started to push her away.
"Is it so difficult to ask you out now?"
His eyes were like whirlpools swallowing light, covering her with a layer of ripple-like light.
Sheng Mian leaned back, and he pulled her back.
"Or is it because the appointment at your home affects your ability to be a good wife and mother?"
Sheng Mian was about to say something, but he didn't give her a chance.
Hold people in place and keep exerting force.
The game ended three hours later.
Sheng Mian thought that was the end of the night. When she saw him turning around and leaving, she sat alone on the kitchen island to catch her breath.
Then the lights in the room turned on, and she shrank in discomfort, spreading her palms to cover the light.
The lights are too bright, especially in the kitchen, which is dazzling.
Then he saw Fu Yancheng coming over with a pair of strappy high heels.
Her feet were hanging in the air. After he came closer, he knelt down and put on the high heels for her.
This pair of high heels has a gorgeous design. Jiang Liu bought them for her before. They are all silver and have rhinestones.
The straps were tied in circles and attached to the delicate and slender calves.
She lowered her head and looked at the man who was doing all this, her toes curled up, feeling inexplicably ashamed.
"Mr. Fu, please say goodbye."
She knew that men probably all had this hobby. Jiang Liu had mentioned it to her before, but she felt too embarrassed at the time, so she interrupted.
Unexpectedly, Fu Yancheng also has one.
High-heeled shoes with a casual style are more attractive than that type of clothes.
After wearing both legs, she felt extremely ashamed.
The sharp heels of the high heels stepped across the marble platform, and the cold colors, silver, and pink skin complemented each other.
Fu Yancheng seemed to have been shocked by something, and he almost tormented her to death in the second half of the night.