Fu Yancheng didn't reply to her, and suddenly there was a feeling of irritation and stagnation in his chest.
Yesterday, she was framed by her dog, causing a stranger to misunderstand and scold her.
Today, he was chased to Youxian County in the middle of the night and splashed with paint. For a moment, it was hard for Fu Yancheng not to believe that he owed this woman something in his previous life.
Sheng Mian looked at the man's extremely cold face and realized that all this was not an illusion.
She also knew that she was in trouble, so she could only try to make amends, and said hurriedly, "Mr. Fu, do you have any spare clothes? Change into this one, and I will wash it for you."
Fu Yancheng glanced at the paint tray in her hand, turned around and took a few steps.
Sheng Mian stood there, feeling a little annoyed. Why did he feel like he would encounter this kind of thing every time?
Seeing that she didn't follow, Fu Yancheng said in a deep voice, "Aren't you going to wash it for me? Since it was you who splashed it, you should be responsible."
Sheng Mian quickly followed, "I have no intention of evading responsibility."
"Eighty thousand."
His tone was calm and his eyes fell on her face.
Sheng Mian didn't realize what it meant for a while. It took her a moment to realize that this was the price of the shirt.
She was a little stunned. She had never worn such expensive clothes in her life.
I don’t know if I can wash it off later...
She felt a little guilty and could only express weakly, "When I rub it with my hands, I must only use very light force."
Fu Yancheng looked at her low-brow look, and inexplicably remembered her other face when she retorted to Wan Yuanan at the gambling table, and narrowed his eyes.
He walked back to his room. Qi Shen, who was waiting nearby for his return, heard the noise and was about to say hello when he saw Sheng Mian behind him. His pupils shrank and he wisely found an opportunity to escape.
Fu Yancheng came in, unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt, and threw it to Sheng Mian.
As soon as Sheng Mian stepped in, she felt a piece of clothing coming towards her and covering her face.
She blushed and quickly took it off, looking at everything in the room with her peripheral vision, but then her eyes stopped moving.
Fu Yancheng was wearing just such a shirt. Now that he had taken it off, his upper body was naked. Now his back was facing her. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had a really good figure, and his legs were also very slender. In terms of art, this was definitely
golden ratio.
She couldn't help but fixate her eyes on it, and saw that his butterfly bones were also very beautiful, and every inch seemed to have been carefully polished.
I couldn't help but sigh, this man is really God's favorite.
Fu Yancheng was just about to open the cabinet to find new clothes to put on when he felt a burning gaze behind him.
He frowned and turned to look at Sheng Mian.
Sheng Mian's eyes still stayed on his waist, mermaid line, abdominal muscles, everything.
It is said that the golden ratio is still low. In art materials, it is even more standard than top male models.
She was so absorbed in watching it that she was even thinking about where to start if she drew it.
As a result, I heard a deep male voice ask, "Does it look good?"
This is not the first time Fu Yancheng has asked this. He also asked this last time when Sheng Mian stared at his hands.
Sheng Mian nodded honestly. To be precise, it was very easy to draw.
Fu Yancheng was pleased again when he saw her being so honest.
However, considering that she is already married, such behavior feels a bit strange.
He quickly took a shirt and after putting it on, his tone became rude.
"Still not leaving?"
Sheng Mian came to her senses and after getting the clothes, it was time to leave.
"Okay, Mr. Fu, please go to bed early."
Fu Yancheng was not interested at all as to why she appeared here, but now he had no intention of going out for a walk.
Sheng Mian took the shirt and was about to go out, but noticed that from the moment they met, he raised his hands to rub his temples from time to time, and the shirt in his arms was also stained with the strong smell of alcohol, so he knew that he must have drank more.
After a few drinks, my head hurts now.
When the Sheng family first started, Sheng Zhong had so many social activities all day long that every time he came back with a headache, his mother would prepare hangover soup and give him a head massage.
Later, my mother passed away, and she became the one who learned to do these things.
Out of habit, what she said next was a bit out of her mind.
