Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

When Fu Duoli left Jiang's house, her face was stinky.

Lu Wanyou beside her followed apologetically.

She knew the meaning of this New Year's greeting, so she wanted to avoid it by herself and give the two of them a space to be alone.

Who knew it would be like this!

Besides, such bloody things must only appear in novels.

Except for novels, there is no way to write such a brain-dead plot.

"Sister Li, let me drive."

Seeing the car they came in, Lu Wanyou spoke out first.

She was afraid that Fu Duoli would be too angry because of what happened just now, and it would be bad for her to make a crazy 'suicide' on the way.

Fu Duoli did not refuse either.

She is very angry now, maybe Maserati can let her drive a motorcycle.

Throwing the key in his hand to Lu Wanyou, he turned around and took the co-pilot seat.

From the beginning to the end, the woman's face was stinky, and she didn't make a single sound during the whole process.

But the entire Jiang family could feel the anger emanating from her.

That will definitely destroy the world.

"Go slowly, come and play next time."

Fang Yiru, who was behind him, stretched his neck and shouted to their car.

Sure enough, following the voice, the breath around Fu Duoli became colder.

If there is a basin of water right now, it is estimated that she will be frozen.

It's cooler than the air outside this car.

Lu Wanyou shuddered, quickly started the car, kicked the accelerator and went down without any nostalgia.

She was afraid that if she was one step late, Fu Duoli would get out of the car impulsively and beat him up again.

Yes!

When Lu Wanyou went back, she saw Fu Duoli pushing Jiang Mucheng to the ground in Jiang's living room and beating her.

It's just that there is no routine in the boxing this time, it's just a random throw.

It looks like the people below are glutinous rice that will be hammered into mud before the Ching Ming Festival.

Even Lu Wanyou felt that this set of 'boxing' was extremely ruthless.

She still remembered that the last time she saw this scene was when Fu Duoli and Jiang Mucheng were six or seven years old.

Later, they gradually grew up.

The man grew taller, and the woman became more restrained and gentle, so the two of them seemed to have never fought since then.

In the end, I don't know what happened.

Fu Duoli and Jiang Mucheng have evolved into a bickering mode, as soon as they meet, they start to kill each other.

It has to be said that no one saw any love among them.

Except Fang Yiru who wholeheartedly wanted to marry Fu Duoli.

It is said that a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands, and they have been doing this for nearly 20 years.

When Fang Yiru and the servant pulled Fu Duoli away from Jiang Mucheng, Fu Duoli's eyes turned red.

This time, Jiang Mucheng strangely did not fight back.

Standing aside, she was beaten like a wronged little daughter-in-law.

Outside the gate of the Jiang family.

Fang Yiru looked at the car that was drifting away in front of him, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

Turning to the housekeeper, he said, "How is the young master?"

The housekeeper hurriedly lowered his head, and replied distressedly: "The beating was serious, but luckily no bones were broken."

"Where's the face?"

Fang Yiru asked sternly, what she wanted was Jiang Mucheng's face, and on the day of her wedding, go to Fu's house to pick Fu Duoli in properly for her.

"Face, there is no injury on the face."

The housekeeper was thinking seriously, all he could think about was Jiang Mucheng standing in the hall with a blushing face just now.

He was worried that the young master's head might be injured.

Hearing that his face was fine, Fang Yiru calmed down in relief.

There was a slow smile on his face.

"I just said, give the two children time to be alone. How can they have feelings if they are not alone?"

"Although they grew up together and have known each other for more than 20 years, the total time of these years is not even a month."

"When I was young, I didn't understand anything, and when we met, we always quarreled.

This feeling, you must wait until you grow up, become an adult, and get along with each other deeply. "

Fang Yiru spoke to himself, his face full of complacency.

After seeing her matchmaking these two times, the relationship between these two people is obviously different.

The butler was ashamed.

The result of such a matchmaking really made their feelings a little different.

However, why does he feel that this method is a bit useless for the young master?

after new year.

It was as if the relationship stopped at once.

Everything started to go back to normal as before.

In the deep night, the air has warmed up a bit, but with the windows open at night, it still feels cold.

The window of a bedroom on the third floor has been open lately these days.

The people in the room were restlessly lying on the bed, and the quilt on their bodies was folded and folded by him.

After turning over next time, Jiang Mucheng sat up irritably.

He has been suffering from insomnia lately.

And the signs of insomnia are getting worse.

He is not well now.

No appetite, no interest in anything.

Still irritable from time to time.

When lying in bed, he couldn't sleep either, and often tossed and turned until midnight.

I don't know what's going on right now, but I always think of that hateful woman Fu Duoli.

"I didn't initiate the kiss, so why should I be restless?"

Finally, under all kinds of torture, Jiang Mucheng irritably covered his head with the quilt.

Only one face was slightly exposed.

Staring at the empty balcony, he began to comfort himself.

"I'm sure I have no idea about that tigress."

"It was that woman who insulted me and defiled me, and I want revenge."

"Yes, that woman must be ashamed."

And he has thought of ways to embarrass himself.

Let Fu Duoli marry him, and then at the wedding, he will abandon him fiercely, making this woman as embarrassed as he was that day.

The more Jiang Mucheng thought about it, the more excited he became.

It was impossible for him to forgive that woman so easily.

She kissed herself, and she had to pay the price.

After being so comforted, I felt much better.

Satisfied, Jiang Mucheng tilted his body and threw himself down on the bed again.

Wrapped in a quilt, he twisted angrily.

It wasn't until he wrapped himself tightly that the whispering voice came from under the quilt.

"That woman Fu Duoli is rude. It's been so many days, why hasn't she come to apologize to me?"

Turning over, Jiang Mucheng began to sit up unwillingly again.

Staring at the balcony window again, muttering to himself.

"That woman won't be interested in me."

"Could it be that after so many years, she has gradually started to like me, and when she found out, she couldn't extricate herself, so she often covered herself up with duplicity."

"Actually, she did it on purpose that day, otherwise how could there be two accidents?"

When I touched my lips with my fingertips, it seemed that there was still the sweetness of lychee on it.

That charming sweetness rushed into his mind, and his body brought an extreme impulse.

Jiang Mucheng was shocked: Is he Fu Duoli's fish?