Young master, your vest fell off

"Let's go." Fu Miaomiao patted Ji Yan's arm again and got into the car.

Ji Yan followed.

After Fu Miaomiao's car left, a figure came out from behind the hedge opposite, glanced at the photo in the camera, and smiled.

This material is enough.

the other side……

In Fu Miaomiao's car, she glanced at Ji Yan again, and then said: "Go back first, you are injured now, you can't shoot..."

"I can do it." Ji Yan said urgently, "Boss, my injury can't be seen outside, and the doctor said it's fine, I can continue filming."

Fu Miaomiao glanced at Ji Yan again and nodded.

Ji Yan has a strong personality, and he doesn't want to owe too much to others. He insists on continuing to shoot, so let's continue.

Besides, the doctor said it was all right, so she was relieved.

After sending Ji Yan to the hotel, Fu Miaomiao also opened a room in the hotel. After all, it was too late, so she should go back tomorrow. Anyway, An An has her grandpa taking care of her, so she is very relieved.

I was alone in the hotel, and when I slept until the middle of the night, the phone rang suddenly.

Fu Miaomiao groaned, turned over with her eyes closed, found the phone by the dim light of the night light, and answered the phone sleepily, without seeing who was calling.

As soon as the phone was connected, before Fu Miaomiao could speak, a deep and cold voice came over, "I'm outside."

"En." Fu Miaomiao's eyelids were extremely heavy, and she couldn't help closing her eyes again, subconsciously responding.

On the other end of the phone, the deep voice rang again, "Open the door."

Fu Miaomiao made a cat-side voice from the tip of her nose, "Yeah."

On the other end of the phone: "Fu Miaomiao."

Only now did Fu Miaomiao wake up a little bit...

Why is this voice so familiar?

Suddenly thinking of something, Fu Miaomiao opened her eyes suddenly, and her gaze fell on the phone screen. Sure enough, she heard correctly, the call was really from Situ Han.

After being startled, Fu Miaomiao quickly sat up, got out of bed, ran to the door, and opened it.

In the next second, Situ Han's gloomy and handsome face came into Fu Miaomiao's eyes, and the coldness from the outside still remained on his body.

Fu Miaomiao was a little confused, blinked her eyes, and asked blankly, "You're back."

Situ Han didn't speak, and went in directly.

Fu Miaomiao could tell that Situ Han was in a bad mood.

What's the matter? This is it?

She pouted, closed the door, and turned around...

A powerful force came suddenly, and before Fu Miaomiao could react, he fell into a cold and wide embrace.

Overhead, Situ Han's sad voice sounded, "Fu Miaomiao, you are so courageous."

"..." Fu Miaomiao is still at a loss.

What's up with her?
"Situ Han, what's wrong with you? What about me...ah..."

Fu Miaomiao suddenly yelled, because Situ Han suddenly slammed her on the door for some reason.

This time, Fu Miaomiao was completely awake.

Was he losing his temper with her?
Has this person figured out his place by now?

Is this how he treats his benefactor?
Fu Miaomiao is angry!

"Situ Han, you... um..."

The latter words were all swallowed by Situ Han this time.

Fu Miaomiao struggled symbolically a few times before her body softened.

Just when Fu Miaomiao thought that Situ Han would throw her on the bed, Situ Han suddenly let go of her, took a step back, opened the distance between them, and looked at her coldly.

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

Stop at this time, isn't this trying to torture her to death?
When she is Liu Xiahui, who is still in her arms, or Tang Xuanzang, who is empty of all things?

What's the matter?

Fu Miaomiao was suffocating in her heart, feeling stuffy in her chest, she wanted to vent but couldn't, she was really uncomfortable now.

Biting her lower lip, Fu Miaomiao took two steps forward, approaching Situ Han, with a trace of displeasure and a trace of grievance in her voice.

"Situ Han, I...I feel bad."

Situ Han naturally knew that she was suffering, but he still stood there motionless, looking at her with no warmth in his eyes, "So?"

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

So you sir!

He did it on purpose. First, he got her into a state, and then he deliberately left her cold. He was just... bullying!

Fu Miaomiao's cheeks were already flushed, and her eyes were like spring water, but now her complexion became unsightly, "Situ Han, what do you mean? What exactly do you want?"

Situ Han didn't answer Fu Miaomiao's question. He raised his eyebrows and asked back, "Want me?"

Fu Miaomiao didn't expect Situ Han to ask so directly, and the roots of her ears, which were originally stained red by lust, turned as if dripping blood.

Is not this nonsensical?

She was going to die of pain, of course she wanted it, and it wasn't all his fault.

Fu Miaomiao gritted her teeth, originally thinking of relying on her own strength to survive, but the lower abdomen was really unbearable...

She was like a child who was used to being served by Situ Han, and she was cut off from sweets suddenly, or she was not allowed to eat after one bite, wouldn't it be uncomfortable?
For the first time, Fu Miaomiao felt that she was so worthless that she was about to cry, then she nodded, "Yes, I want it."

Situ Han was silent for a while, and looked at Fu Miaomiao with serious eyes, "Fu Miaomiao, what am I yours?"

"Huh?" Fu Miaomiao was a little confused.

What is he to her?
What do you mean?
Why are you asking this question all of a sudden?
"You are... are..."

He is her husband.

But now that Situ Han is asking this question, it shouldn't be that simple.

Before Fu Miaomiao could figure out how to answer, Situ Han's voice sounded again, "If I were your husband..."

Fu Miaomiao was about to nod when she heard Situ Han say, "So I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood tonight."

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

The lights were dim, but Situ Han could clearly see the disappointment in Fu Miaomiao's expression.

"If you just treat me as your adopted lover...Okay, I'll take a shower now."

Fu Miaomiao: "..."

What is this for?

What did you say suddenly?

Situ Han counted two numbers silently in his heart, but Fu Miaomiao didn't answer, so he turned around and went to the bathroom, only leaving Fu Miaomiao with an indifferent back.

Fu Miaomiao stood there and looked at Situ Han for a while, until he closed the bathroom door, she looked away, bit her lower lip and cursed a jerk in her heart, then went to bed and got under the covers.

All right, what the hell is he throwing a fit at?
What about her husband? Isn't he her husband now?
Wasn't he raised by her?
These are all facts, but there is no conflict between the two.

The unbearable emptiness in Fu Miaomiao's lower abdomen gradually disappeared, but the anger in her heart became more and more intense.

Ten minutes later, there was a rustling door opening.

Knowing that Situ Han had come out, Fu Miaomiao immediately closed her eyes.

I don't want to talk to him.