This was Fu Yancheng's answer, and Wen Sihe breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, I just want to remind you, don't wait until you do something you can't go back to regret. Not everything will be forgiven, and a woman like Sheng Mian is not a canary in a cage. You have to
Let her fly out and she will like you."
"I don't understand."
Since you like it, shouldn't you keep that person firmly by your side?
No matter what the method is, as long as she is by my side, it will be fine.
"Oh, you will understand later."
After Fu Yancheng hung up the phone, he looked down at Sheng Mian's profile.
She was so tired from being tortured that she never woke up.
He slowly lay down and hugged the person into his arms, and then he felt comfortable.
The corners of his mouth curved, and he hugged her whole body.
According to his true character, she should indeed be allowed to suffer more in prison, so that she would be more grateful to him.
But sitting in the conference room, he couldn't listen to a word.
From time to time, I wonder if there will be someone who is ignorant and deliberately bullies her, or if she will cry alone in there?
He couldn't settle down, all he could think about was her.
The call from Sang Qi gave him a good excuse, and he drove over immediately.
Now that he is holding someone in his arms, he realizes that this is what he wants most.
"Sleep?"
He shouted.
Shengmian slept deeply and had no reaction.
Ten minutes later, Fu Yancheng quietly shouted.
"Mianmian?"
He had wanted to call her this name for a long time, but now that he was sure she was asleep, he dared to call her out.
Although Sheng Mian didn't respond, he still smiled.
After another ten minutes, he finally shouted confidently and boldly.
"Mianmian?"
"Mianmian?"
Sheng Mian yelled impatiently, "It's so noisy!"
Fu Yancheng's expression suddenly turned sly and he closed his mouth.
*
The next morning, Sheng Mian looked at the familiar ceiling, frowning, and even thought that the few sounds she heard in her dream were all illusions.
But she was indeed lying in Yujingyuan.
She got up and saw her clothes already prepared on the bed.
After putting it on and washing up, she came downstairs.
Fu Yancheng was sitting on the sofa, holding documents in his hand.
When Sheng Mian thought about what he did yesterday, his face darkened, and he walked out.
Fu Yancheng quickly put down the documents in his hand.
"You haven't eaten yet."
"I won't eat anymore."
"Why?"
"The sight of you makes me sick!"
Fu Yancheng's face turned dark instantly, and he immediately chased after her and grabbed her hand.
"What do you mean?"
Sheng Mian also felt angry and sneered, "Do I need to explain the literal meaning to Mr. Fu?"
The smile on Fu Yancheng's face faded, and he grasped her wrist tightly with his fingertips, his eyes as cold as a deep pool.
"Sheng Mian, we just slept last night."
"Stop it, Mr. Fu, I was forced by you."
Fu Yancheng was so angry that his fingertips trembled, "I saved you, there's nothing wrong with you sleeping with me once."
"So it's a deal again, right? In that case, then Mr. Fu won't come to me anymore. I really don't want to make any more deals with you. Sleeping with you makes me uncomfortable."
The other servants in Yujingyuan had already realized what they were doing and left, leaving only the two of them staring at each other.
"Sheng Mian, when have I not fucked you so well?"
"Every time! Every time! Your skills are much worse than other men! Okay?!"
Fu Yancheng was so stabbed that he couldn't say a word for a moment.