Chapter 1207: Actions Are Always Better Than Words
When she returned to the room, she saw Fu Yancheng still putting on his shoes.
The slippers were clearly at his feet, but he couldn't put them on, so he finally put them on backwards and walked to the bathroom to take a shower with her.
Sheng Mian directly cuffed his wrists, and cuffed the other end of the handcuffs beside the bed.
"You have a good rest, I'll come out after I take a shower."
Fu Yancheng sat back on the bed, and when he saw what was between his wrists, his eyes lit up for a moment.
"Mianmian, I like to play with this."
Sheng Mian: "..."
Naughty stuff.
She cursed in her mind and immediately took her clothes and went to take a shower.
Now you don't have to worry about him getting hurt walking around the room while drunk.
After taking a quick shower, she took a hair dryer and dried her hair.
Fu Yancheng was sitting on the bedside, staring at her without blinking.
Sheng Mian dried his hair and came over to unlock his handcuffs.
"Click."
The moment the handcuffs were released, he turned over and pushed her down, hurriedly trying to unbutton her.
But he was too drunk tonight and couldn't figure it out.
Sheng Mian grabbed his hand and coaxed twice, "Go to sleep, I'm so sleepy."
Fu Yancheng immediately became obedient, rolled off her body, hugged her, and fell asleep in less than a minute.
He hasn't slept well recently. He suffers from insomnia most of the time, and there is a blue patch on his eyelids.
Sheng Mian couldn't sleep, so she took her mobile phone and watched the public opinion on the Internet. She was relieved when she made sure that the company was fine.
His shallow breathing could be heard in my ears, and Xie Feng's words were in my mind.
All he wants is your attitude.
Even if it is a lie, he is willing to believe it.
She turned sideways and carefully described the face in front of her with her eyes.
Fu Yancheng's eyelashes were drooped, and they were much less sharp after falling asleep.
Sheng Mian looked at it, and her heart felt so weak.
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The next morning, after she got up, she turned on her computer and processed a few emails, and then ordered the cook downstairs to prepare a stomach-warming soup for Fu Yancheng.
She went to the studio to paint and found that the paints had already been prepared.
From drawing paper, drawing board, to brushes, everything is available.
She even saw the original painting of Fu Yancheng in the rose garden.
She kept this painting in the rose garden, and she almost forgot about it.
Now the painting is properly framed and placed in the most conspicuous place in the studio.
She suddenly understood what Xie Feng said.
Fu Yancheng's actions are always more impressive than his words.
When Fu Yancheng woke up, he only felt a headache, and the tip of his nose smelled the unique fragrance of Sheng Mian.
I turned around and looked over, but there was no one around me.
His eyes flashed, he got up and went into the bathroom to wash up.
But when I squeezed out the toothpaste, I found a new toothbrush next to it.
He had seen it before, it was in deep sleep.
He paused his hand and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
My mind is a little confused and I can't remember what happened last night.
Could it be that after he got drunk, he went to Shanxiao and stole Sheng Mian's toothbrush?
Coming out of the bathroom, he saw a computer and a mobile phone on the table beside the bed.
That's Sheng Mian's cell phone.
His eyelashes trembled, he opened the door and went to his study room first.
she is not here.
He went around the living room downstairs again, but still didn't see anyone.
Until he came to the studio and saw her painting in the morning light.
Her hair has grown longer and has reached a little below her shoulders. She wears her hair loose and wears home clothes.
The sunshine was so beautiful that he thought he was hallucinating.
"Hallucination" spoke at this time.
"Close the door."
"oh."
He turned around and closed the door. Seeing his obedient hand, he wanted to chop it off.
