But here in Shengmian, the sandstorm continued without stopping.
After sitting on the chair for a while, she felt sleepy.
Fu Yancheng checked her knee injury and found that she was recovering well. "Tonight, we can only stay here for one night. When we came here, the road there was landslide. We can't go back for the time being. Only the sandstorm has stopped. The county road inspectors
Only by restoring the road can we go back."
The big stone lies in the middle, and one person cannot push it away.
Sheng Mian was a little confused, how did Fu Yancheng know about the landslide?
But she didn't ask.
Once the two of them stopped talking, they always felt that the atmosphere was strange, especially in such weather, living together in this shelter-like house.
Fu Yancheng has a mysophobia and is not used to dusty clothes.
In just one minute, Sheng Mian saw him frown several times.
She quickly went to the bathroom. Fortunately, although the bathroom here was narrow, the hot water was still available.
"Mr. Fu, please take a shower first. I'll wash your clothes in the sink. I saw a hair dryer there. It dries shirts very quickly."
Fu Yancheng didn't say anything, but he did see the hair dryer.
He also took off his suit and put his fingertips on the buttons of his shirt.
As the buttons were unbuttoned one by one, Sheng Mian saw his excellent figure and couldn't help but take a second look. Until the clothes were covering his head, his voice was filled with a smile.
"Hold your saliva."
Then he entered the bathroom and handed over his pants.
When Sheng Mian saw the men's boxer briefs, her cheeks turned red. She quickly walked to the pool and rubbed her clothes and pants with her hands.
When she saw that Fu Yancheng was still waiting to come out, she thought he might have disliked the sand, so he kept washing his body with water.
She glanced at the bed again.
We can only stop here tonight. I don't know if Fu Yancheng can sleep. With his mysophobic temperament, he would probably rather sit on a chair all night.
She then remembered that Fu Yancheng had just arrived in his own car. Maybe he had a small blanket or something in his car.
It's just that the sandstorm outside is huge, and I don't know when the car will be overturned.
Sheng Mian gritted her teeth and opened the door.
The moment she opened the door, she felt like she was almost sucked out.
Holding Fu Yancheng's car keys firmly in his hand, he approached the car step by step.
I ate a few more mouthfuls of sand and almost suffocated.
Finally walked to the car.
There are a lot of things in Fu Yancheng's car. After all, they were all prepared by Qi Shen, even clothes.
She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up all her things, opened the car door, and returned to the house.
Although it is only a short one hundred meters, it feels like a century has passed.
As soon as the door was closed, Fu Yancheng opened the bathroom door and came out, naked.
Sheng Mian instantly threw a pair of pants over.
"Mr. Fu, put it on quickly."
Fu Yancheng came back from outside when he saw her, and his breath became cold, "Are you crazy?"
Sheng Mian spread the blanket she brought on the bed and even covered it with pillows.
"I know you have a mysophobia, so this is the only way you can make do tonight. This is the blanket in your own car, it's very clean."
Fu Yancheng said nothing and put on the pants she threw at him.
Is she giving in to him?
My heart suddenly felt a little numb.
He walked to the bed and sat down, and saw her going to the sink again and washing the shirt, suit and boxer briefs he took off cleanly.
I don't know why, but Fu Yancheng, such a strong man, felt uncomfortable when he saw her holding her boxer briefs.
She looked away, but the sound of the hair dryer sounded, and he couldn't help but continue to look at her.
Her expression was very serious at the moment. She didn't know where she got a clothes hanger from, and tied it with a string to act as a clothesline. She hung all the clothes on it and was drying them little by little.
After drying for two hours, her hands were a little sore before she put down the hair dryer.
After her clothes were dry, she entered the bathroom. Fu Yancheng said to her: "Wear my shirt."
She didn't bring any clothes herself.
There were spare clothes in his car, and she had helped to get them, but she had nothing.
Thinking of this, Fu Yancheng's heart softened even more.
Does she really like him?
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