Chapter 1207: Actions Are Always Better Than Words
The atmosphere in the corridor suddenly became subtle.
Sheng Mian stood at the door, thinking for a minute and couldn't figure out how Fu Yancheng could hold mulberry wine, and looking at it like this, it seemed that he would have kissed her if they hadn't disturbed her.
The moment Fu Yancheng heard the sound of the door opening, he was already awake.
He immediately pushed Sangjiu away.
This time, a lot of force was used. Sang Jiu couldn't stand firmly and fell directly to the ground.
Sang Tingyu strode over and punched him in the chest.
Fu Yancheng couldn't avoid it and took several steps back.
Sang Tingyu's face was extremely cold. He squatted down and helped Sang Jiu up. He said in a gentle tone, "Xiaojiu, how are you?"
Sang Jiu's eyes were red and she fell into his arms, "Brother, I feel uncomfortable in my chest, I..."
As she spoke, she began to be out of breath and her cheeks turned red.
Sang Tingyu quickly searched her body, found the medicine, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Sang Jiu sobbed and nestled in his arms, refusing to look at Fu Yancheng again.
With this look, it was obvious that Fu Yancheng had let him down.
It was obvious that the atmosphere between the two of them was still so ambiguous just now.
Sang Tingyu thought it was really wishful thinking on the part of his sister. Originally, she came here to try to persuade her, but it turned out that Fu Yancheng was hanging on both sides.
Haha, what is this?
Why should the young lady of the Sang family let him humiliate her like this?
"Fu Yancheng, I don't care if you want to play with other women, but if you play with my sister, I won't let you go."
Fu Yancheng's head still hurts at this moment, especially when he tried to resist the chaos, it hurt even more.
It's like something is tugging at my mind.
Cold sweat broke out on his back, and he couldn't even hear what Sang Tingyu was saying.
Sang Tinggu held Sang Jiu carefully, her tone even colder.
"Besides, isn't there already a woman beside you who you want to play with? My sister is different from her."
Sang Tingyu, who had never said a harsh word to Sheng Mian from the time he appeared until now, spoke sharply without hesitation at this moment.
Sheng Mian stood at the door and did not move. At this moment, she only felt uncomfortable in her chest.
Sang Tingyu helped the poor Sang Jiu back to the room, while Fu Yancheng leaned back, hoping that the cold wall would temporarily wake him up.
There were only two of them left here. Wen Sihe walked out of the elevator at this time, breaking the silence of the room.
Wen Sihe was very keen and instantly noticed something was wrong, and his tone was yin and yang.
"Are you acting as doorkeepers at the door?"
Fu Yancheng's back was turned to Shengmian, and Shengmian couldn't see his expression clearly, and she didn't even wait for his explanation.
Coupled with the phone call she received, she just felt tired and said in a calm tone, "Fu Yancheng, please go to another room tonight."
After saying that, she closed the door.
Wen Sihe's original intention was to tease the two of them, but he didn't expect that they were actually quarreling.
When Sheng Mian closed the door, he looked at Fu Yancheng with some surprise.
"What's wrong with you?"
Fu Yancheng lowered his head, and large drops of cold sweat fell from his forehead to the ground.
Fu Yancheng was in a hurry to find a place to rest. He didn't have the energy to explain what happened just now. He just wanted to take a bath.
Wen Sihe also knew that he had a mysophobia and he would definitely not be happy if he was asked to use someone else's bathtub, so he opened another room.
"Everything in this room is new and has been kept for you."
It turns out that this resort belongs to Fu Yancheng himself.
The ones who came the most were their brothers.
After Fu Yancheng entered the bathtub, he raised his neck slightly, feeling that the heat made his mind even more confused.
After taking a bath and getting out, he fell directly onto the bed, "I'll take a rest for a while, I'm dizzy."
"What's going on? You just drank a few sips of wine. It's not like that. Is there something wrong with the seafood in the afternoon?"
Now that he has finished washing, Fu Yancheng doesn't want to hear what he has to say, he just feels noisy.
Whether there was a problem with the seafood or something else, he didn't have the energy to explore it now.
I have a headache, it hurts so much, it feels like it’s going to tear.