Kiss her 90,000 times

Because she just woke up, Shi Wan's voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Conglin's movements suddenly stopped.

He slightly opened his eyes, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and he just looked straight at Shi Wan.

"Wake up, or pretend to be asleep?"

Shi Wan looked at him.

The man's face was facing away from the light, and it was a bit dim, but his eyes were piercing, and his gaze fell on her face like a torch.

"What do you care about me, what are you doing in my room?" Shi Wan said calmly after a while.

Fu Conglin's expressionless face was stained with a smile, but it was cold. He curled his lips, "Your room?"

He stared at her, word by word: "Don't forget, this is not only yours, but also my room, including you, and mine."

Shi Wan: "..."

The man's words were a little sharp, but Shi Wan was unmoved.

Fu Conglin suddenly raised his hand, picked up a strand of Shi Wan's hair, and wrapped it around his fingertips, "My home, I can come in if I want, my people, I can touch it if I want, what do you think I'm here for?"

Shi Wan didn't want to look at him, turned her face away, and said coldly, "Go out."

"What if I don't?"

There was a hint of gloom in his voice, and he lowered his voice, "What do you want to do to me?"

Shi Wan pursed her lips tightly.

She sat up in bed.

Fu Conglin also loosened her hair and gradually straightened up.

Shi Wan brushed her hair and lifted the quilt.

Fu Conglin's eyes followed her closely.

Shi Wan put on her slippers, wrapped her collar around her collar, and said casually, "Since you want to stay here, I'll give you the room, and I'll go to the guest room to sleep."

"Hey--"

Fu Conglin stretched out his hand quickly and grabbed Shi Wan's wrist.

He tilted his head slightly, his long and narrow eyes swept over, and his hair hung down on his forehead. The man looked a little lazy, and his tone was not very comfortable: "Have you had enough trouble, shall I let you go?"

Shi Wan paused, and she grabbed her wrist.

The man held on tightly, but she didn't break free.

So she turned her head and raised her face, looking at him: "What's the trouble? It's as you wished, isn't it? What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Fu Conglin's face changed slightly, he became colder, and when he pulled hard with his hand, Shi Wan fell into his arms unsteadily, bumping into his hot and thick chest.

"Just here, you are not allowed to go anywhere!" Seeing her stubborn and cold expression, his forehead twitched forbearance, and his tone slowed down, "The hair dryer in the guest room is broken, I'll get it."

"Let go first."

Fu Conglin let go of her.

Shi Wan twisted her wrist, turned her head and sat on the edge of the bed, and said in a neutral voice: "The bathroom, the one hanging on the wall—"

Then, she raised her head, a gentle smile appeared on her bright little face, but it was full of harsh sarcasm, "If you use it, please put it back in its original place. You don't need to hide it. After all, no one will go back and steal it."

Fu Conglin frowned.

I think these words are very familiar.

He only remembered it when he was drying his hair in the bathroom. This was exactly what he had said to Shi Wan when he was looking for a hair dryer.

Now she gave him back every sentence.

After drying his hair, Fu Conglin touched his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and hung up the hair dryer casually.

This woman really holds a grudge.

He comes out of the bathroom.

Shi Wan was sitting on the bedside, fiddling with her mobile phone.

Hearing his movement, he didn't lift his head.

Fu Conglin stuffed his hands into the bathrobe, looked at her twice, and walked out the door.

When he just walked to the door, he stopped suddenly, leaned his body slightly, turned his head to one side, raised his brows slightly, and his expression was a little dissolute, "By the way, you just asked me what I want to do, I do have ideas... "

He raised the corner of his lips, "Fuck you."

Shi Wan couldn't believe what she heard, her eyes widened.

Subconsciously, he grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it at Fu Conglin.

Fu Conglin took a step first.

Shi Wan blushed.

Hold the quilt tightly.

madman!Neuropathy!Are you perverted?

She bit her lip, extremely annoyed.
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Because of Fu Conglin, Shi Wan didn't sleep very well at night.

Dreaming is a scene that makes people blush.

She didn't get up until mid-morning, and after a simple breakfast, she went to the gym for a run.

After sweating, I felt a lot more relaxed.

When she came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, she heard some movement in the back garden. She wiped her hair and looked to the window, and saw the gardener's servant busy tossing about something.

Shi Wan frowned suspiciously.

After changing her clothes, she went downstairs.

The hall downstairs was also moved in and out by servants one after another, making Shi Wan confused.

She stopped a servant casually and asked, "What are you doing?"

The servant had a smile on his face, and he was a little surprised: "Miss Shi, doesn't she know? These are all ordered by Mr. He said that I will give you carefully selected spring clothes, as well as all kinds of jewelry!"

Shi Wan moved her lips, "He...?"

"Mr. Fu ordered it early in the morning, because it took some time to choose, so I just delivered it now!" After speaking, the servant turned around and directed: "Well, put them here, they are all expensive things, so be careful!"

"Yes, I see."

Shi Wan suddenly thought of Fu Conglin's words last night.

Didn't expect him to actually do this.

Shi Wan didn't understand.

She asked, "What about...the back garden? I saw them upstairs digging the grass?"

Servant: "That's what the master ordered. The flowers brought back from other places early in the morning are called... what are they called..."

The servant thought for a while, and suddenly said: "It's called champagne roses! It sounds very high-end! It is said that it will be planted in the place where Mrs. Charlotte planted before."

Shi Wan was slightly taken aback, "...Really."

What the hell is Fu Conglin doing?

Is it really just, simply trying to make her happy?

In order not to let her divorce?
Shi Wan couldn't figure it out.

"Miss, Miss Shi?" The servant called her twice, but got no response, and repeated: "Miss Shi, what's wrong with you?"

Shi Wan suddenly came back to her senses, her mind was still a little confused, she pulled her lips and smiled, "What?"

Pointing to the big boxes, the servant asked, "Shall I dismantle these things and put them in your room now?"

Shi Wan nodded slightly: "Yes, fine."

After a pause, he said, "Forget about jewelry, put it in the warehouse."

The servant hesitated, "Would this be bad..."

After all, it was sent by Mr. Fu.

Thinking about it, she silently looked at Shi Wan's face.

Shi Wan didn't have any emotions, and her expression was flat, "It's okay, just put it in the warehouse, and those clothes, let's pick them up too, there can't be so many things in the cloakroom."

"Yes."

Shi Wan turned back upstairs, took the book and went to the balcony on the second floor.

Sitting on the hanging chair, he casually watched the movement in the back garden.

She looked at the original barren land, which was planted with champagne roses, and believed that with the care of the gardener, it would be well raised.

It will be in flowering season soon, maybe there will be more flowers.

Shi Wan curled her lips, suddenly she couldn't understand Fu Conglin.

At this time, a servant hurried over and told her, "Miss Shi, sir called to ask you to freshen up. There is an auction at two o'clock in the afternoon and you need to attend."