Kiss her 90,000 times

Fu Conglin returned to the mansion.

Shi Wan came and went in a hurry last time, Aunt Wu didn't know why, so she made a special inquiry.

Fu Conglin reeked of alcohol, and his mood was dull: "She's busy."

Aunt Wu kept quiet and didn't ask any further questions.

Fu Conglin went upstairs.

After Shi Wan moved out, he went back to the master bedroom. Before, he didn't feel empty when he was alone, and he also liked to be quiet. Now he is standing at the door, looking at the empty and quiet room, feeling a little bit out of breath.

A few seconds later, he walked in, took out his mobile phone and threw it on the sofa, and then took off his watch and put it on the coffee table.

The man walked towards the bathroom in silence.

After a while, the sound of splashing water came out.

The man's shoulders were broad and strong, and the water droplets fell on the healthy wheat-colored skin and slid across the scarred back.

Fu Conglin raised his hand and brushed it over, touching the uneven skin, his brows furrowed slightly.

The bathroom was foggy, and the man's tall and straight figure was looming, all his hair was brushed back, his head was slightly raised, and the slender and sexy neck connected to the collarbone could be seen at a glance.

Coming out of the bathroom, Fu Conglin's upper body was bare, a bath towel was loosely wrapped around his waist, his hair was blown half dry, and the ends of his hair hung down, black and textured.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening.

Fu Conglin turned and went to the study.

The window is half open, the curtain is lifted with the evening wind, the light is not turned on, only the night sneaks in and falls on the ground, reflecting the graceful image of the curtain.

"Crack."

There was a slight movement, a touch of scarlet appeared in the half-light, accompanied by wisps of smoke.

The sound of puffing and puffing when smoking is particularly obvious in the silent night, deep and deep.

Fu Conglin was playing with a black lighter, which he just dug out from a drawer, and he rarely used it.

"Click" a flame burst out, followed by a "snap" sound to close the metal cover, repeating the cycle, with a casual gesture.

His eyes fell on the lighter, halfway through a cigarette, and he changed into a more lazy posture, lying back on the luxurious leather executive chair, raised the lighter, and looked towards the direction of the moonlight.

Turn the lighter over, and on the lower right bottom, there is a delicate pattern carved out, which is a string of Greek words.

Rubbing her fingertips carefully, Fu Conglin remembered when Shi Wan gave him the lighter.

It was the first year of their marriage, and Shi Wan celebrated his birthday.

He didn't like to see her very much, and he just happened to go back to the old house for dinner that day. She happened to be at a college reunion, and Meng Zhang drove over to pick her up.

He bumped into a man who stepped forward to grab her hand in two or three steps. The two of them didn't know what to say, but saw the man bump into each other several times, getting a little closer.

Fu Conglin got out of the car and heard Shi Wan saying, "You really don't have to feel sorry, it's okay, I know she didn't mean it."

The man kept apologizing: "I'm really sorry, the good party turned out like this because of me, or else I'll treat you to a meal some other day, okay?"

Shi Wan stepped back a little, and suddenly staggered when she stepped on something, and the man grabbed her quickly.

Fu Conglin stood where he was, with gloomy brows and an ugly face.

Probably because his gaze was too aggressive and attracted the attention of the two of them, when Shi Wan turned her head inadvertently, she was shocked when she saw him.

Quickly pushed the man's hand away, said something in a low voice, ignored the man's persuasion, trotted up to him, looked up at him with a blushing timidity, then lowered his head again, and said in a soft and delicate voice: "What are you doing?" Are you here?"

Fu Conglin looked at her condescendingly, his gaze was extremely oppressive.

Shi Wan couldn't stand him like this, so she tugged at the corner of his clothes carefully, "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with him, it's just a classmate relationship, he was the one apologizing to me just now..."

Fu Conglin disdained her explanation, and brushed her hand away coldly, "Get in the car."

Shi Wan was most afraid of his anger and dared not resist, so she hurriedly got into the car.

Fu Conglin followed closely behind, and after getting into the car, he carefully disinfected his hands.

When Shi Wan watched him brush the slender, skinny and extremely beautiful male palm that brushed past her hand, loss and discomfort slipped through her heart.

But the man didn't even give her an extra look.

On the way to the old house, the carriage was quiet, Shi Wan bit her lip, explained several times before she could speak, and retreated when she saw the man's indifferent face.

Today is her birthday.

Fu Conglin didn't know, but Aunt Wu inadvertently mentioned it later, so he knew.

But that night, Shi Wan plucked up the courage to explain to him what he saw in the afternoon.

Fu Conglin didn't want to hear it, because in the old house, he still listened patiently, and his expression was still repulsive, cold and mean: "I don't care who you are with, what is your relationship with, or what happens, I just say Once, since you are seated in the position of Mrs. Fu, you have to obey the rules, and my rule is to keep your place, understand?"

I don't know if it was his word or that sentence that hurt Shiwan's heart, the woman's eyes were flushed, she looked pitiful, she didn't want him to look embarrassed, she quickly lowered her head, "Well, I know."

Before falling asleep, Shi Wan brought a box to him.

Fu Conglin swept away lightly, indifferently: "What?"

At this moment, Shi Wan was no longer depressed as before, but a little excited. She looked at him with a pair of clear eyes, very bright, and she said, "A gift for you."

Fu Conglin didn't say anything.

Shi Wan smiled embarrassingly, and said with her daughter's shyness: "When I saw you smoking a cigarette that day, the lighter failed to ignite after wiping it several times, so I thought of giving you one."

She said this very conservatively, but she actually put in a lot of thought into customizing it a long time ago.

The Greek on the bottom of the lighter was also engraved on her request.

It means light.

Fu Conglin didn't say whether to take over or not, he just turned off the light, turned around and laid on her body, listening to her whispers.

No one cared about the box anymore, and it dropped beside the bed. When Fu Conglin caught a glimpse of it the next day, he picked it up and threw it on the bedside table at random.

Later, I took it back and didn't use it much. Once it was put aside for a long time, when I occasionally opened the drawer and saw it, I would take it out and play with it for a while, and then put it back again.

It's ridiculous to think about it.

When it was Shi Wan's birthday, he didn't express anything, but she even gave him a gift.

Fu Conglin ignited the flame, reflecting the arc of his lips that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Fu Conglin has always been proud and arrogant. Except for the elders in his family, he has never bowed his head to anyone. Shi Wan gave him a taste of defeat for the first time.

On the day of their divorce, he watched Shi Wan drift away, and he didn't want to admit it.

But for the first time in his life, he felt the urge to regret.

He couldn't let go of Shiwan, but she no longer had him in her eyes, maybe a long time ago, his place in her heart had disappeared.

She proved with her actions that he is already in the past tense.

Fu Conglin put away the lighter, held it in the palm of his hand, got up and went back to the bedroom,

The next day.

After the morning meeting of Yuanshan Group, Tan Chen made a work report as usual.

He obviously felt that Mr. Fu's mood was much better after returning from Rao Shang, especially today.

He sighed, at this time, the young lady is really powerful, she can suppress Mr. Fu's temper.

So he boldly asked: "Boss Fu, the Qixi Festival is coming soon, is this year's gift specially customized or selected from the auction."

Fu Conglin: "What gift?"

Tan Chen was at a loss for a moment, and then said: "Don't you spend the gift of Qixi Festival with Miss Shi?"

Fu Conglin didn't have this festival in his mind.

In the past, it was also handed over to Tan Chen.

After Tan Chen finished speaking, he was a little timid, blaming himself for talking too much, holding his breath to speculate on Fu Conglin's face.

Seeing him frowning slightly, he immediately became anxious.

Fu Conglin thought of the jewelry and clothes he gave Shi Wan, all of which were left in the mansion, and she didn't take any of them away.

"Gifts are unnecessary."

Tan Chen tentatively asked, "Then send—?"

Fu Conglin recalled what Shi Wan liked.

"flower."

"A rose?"

Tan Chen was overjoyed from the bottom of his heart, and felt that the relationship between Mr. Fu and Ms. Shi was getting better and better, which would be of great benefit to migrant workers like them.

After all, it is not unreasonable to act according to the face.

Compared with the top boss who keeps a cold face every day and makes people panic, Tan Chen still likes Fu Conglin to be normal and friendly.

Fu Conglin pursed her lips, and said softly, "Well, champagne roses."

He remembered that Shi Wan liked this very much.

"Okay, Mr. Fu."

Fu Conglin moved his fingers and called to Tan Chen who was about to leave, "Order from Rao Shang, she is busy, so send it directly to the crew."

Tan Chen responded immediately.

I left the office happily.

Not to mention, Mr. Fu is always humane now.