Ma'am, don't be greedy, Mr. Fu brings hundreds of billions and children to marry

Fu Zhaochen, who wanted to explain, reached out and pinched Sheng Yiruo's chin, and with a little more force, her jawbone could be crushed.

"You think I like cuckolds?"

"It's not me." Sheng Yiruo pushed Fu Zhaochen's hand away, with a layer of grievance that should not be discovered in his eyes, "As for why it was posted on the Internet, I will check it myself. Is this explanation enough?"

Sheng Yiruo's face was neither red nor white, and his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Fu Zhaochen's eyes were a little cold, "Why do I think my trip is a little redundant?"

"It's not redundant. I'm your fiancee now. To preserve my reputation is to preserve your own."

Sheng Yiruo lowered his eyes to cover up all the emotions that could make her cry, "However, I wasted your time, and I am willing to make it up to you."

Fu Zhaochen was a little annoyed when he saw that she was still neither humble nor arrogant and did not admit her mistakes.

He leaned over and stretched out his hand to lift the tip of her hair, and twirled her soft white flesh with his thumb, "Can you make up for it yourself?"

Sheng Yiruo raised his eyes and glanced at He Yu who was driving ahead, and elbowed him away, "There is no such thing in the agreement, so don't think too much about it."

"I think too much?"

Fu Zhaochen twirled the smell of powder on his fingers, "You didn't come to live with me for a trial marriage?"

Sheng Yiruo couldn't pick up the words for a while, he was a little speechless.

She moved here to live with Fu Zhaochen to deal with the elders of the Fu family, and she planned to sell the Furong Garden of the Sheng family to supplement the cash flow of the Shengrong Group.

She is at the end of her rope now, she needs both money and protection, and Fu Zhaochen, the future heir of the most powerful Rich Group, is the best candidate.

Sheng Yiruo and him each get what they need, she needs Fu Zhaochen's help, and Fu Zhaochen needs her to help him and Duan Yuhe win a few years.

A few years later, she revitalized the Shengrong Group, and he and Duan Yuhe got the approval of Fu's parents to get married smoothly, and it was a win-win situation for both of them.

However, Sheng Yiruo's feelings for Fu Zhaochen were the only accident in the "win-win" plan. She had liked Fu Zhaochen since junior high school.

But this kind of love is like a dream, without a beginning and without an end.

Seeing Sheng Yiruo lost his mind, Fu Zhaochen said, "Why are you silent?"

"The trial marriage was arranged by Uncle Fu and Aunt Nan, and you agreed to it at the beginning," Sheng Yiruo raised his eyebrows, "Besides, wouldn't I be able to better cover you and Miss Duan like this?"

Fu Zhaochen paused for a moment, then smiled darkly, "You're still sensible."

Sheng Yiruo was overwhelmed, she turned her head to look out of the car window and stopped talking.

The carriage fell into silence again, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Fu Zhaochen glanced at Sheng Yiruo. She had porcelain white skin, long curly hair, slightly resentful pupils that seemed to be soaked in ink, and were bright in the black. Her nose was delicate and straight, and there was a brown mole on one end of her nose.

The line of her lips was tightly drawn between her red lips, and she combed her long hair, looking quite sexy.

If beauty is the original sin, then Sheng Yiruo at this time is the root of the sin, and the coldness in Fu Zhaochen's eyes is tinged with unwillingness and lust.

When they arrived at Yaqing Garden where the two lived, Fu Zhaochen got out of the car with heavy strides.

Sheng Yiruo glanced at the photos he hadn't picked up and said to He Yu, "He Zhu, help me clean up these photos, please."

He Yu smiled warmly, "Miss Si, don't worry, I will take care of it. One more thing... The logistics company under Shengrong Group will delist tomorrow and declare bankruptcy."

Sheng Yiruo's heart sank, the president of the logistics company came to see her that day.

At that time, she and him went to Fu Zhaochen for help. Why did she declare bankruptcy and delist so quickly?

She closed the car door and trotted to find Fu Zhaochen, "Boss Fu, shall we talk?"

President Fu?

He hooked the corner of his mouth, "Let's talk later."

Fu Zhaochen walked into the room while untying his tie. His steps were slow and he looked very tired.

As the heir cultivated by the Fu family, he has a heavy workload, a lot of projects in his hands, and countless external entertainments, and the gambling agreement between him and his father Fu Chen on the construction of Jiangcheng city consumed most of his energy. , he will not be tired.

Besides, Fu Zhaochen had to spare some time to deal with the "peachy" scandal about her fiancée.

Thinking of this, Sheng Yiruo felt guilty.

But when she thought about it, her fiancée mainly used a false name to buffer Fu Zhaochen and Duan Yuhe's time together, and her guilt disappeared.

After waiting in the room for a long time, Fu Zhaochen didn't call, so Sheng Yiruo went to find him.

There was no answer to the knock on the door, so Sheng Yiruo pushed the door open and went in.

The door is facing the bathroom, the door is ajar, under the running water——

She froze in a daze, her red lips parted slightly.

With the misty water column from the shower, the man's muscle lines are clear, graceful and sexual, exuding the unique charm and sexiness of men.

Gradual drops of water slid down from his broad shoulders in the Pacific Ocean, along the white and delicate foam, across the tight and narrow waist, and submerged under the waist and abdomen.

Sheng Yiruo's cheeks were flushed, and he heard Fu Zhaochen's deep and magnetic voice, "Looks good? Would you like to come closer?"

Sheng Yiruo turned around and was about to run, but Fu Zhaochen strode over and held her in his arms.

She felt the cloth on her back wet against his chest, and she knew that Fu Zhaochen was not naked.

Sheng Yiruo's voice changed, "Boss Fu, don't you close the door when you take a shower?"

"Ok?"

Fu Zhaochen whispered in her ear, "Are you sure you didn't break into the door?"

Sheng Yiruo's embarrassing earlobes turned into cherries, and he couldn't help grunting when he saw his Adam's apple.

Fu Zhaochen approached a little more, and exhaled, "Are you here to give compensation?"

"I'm here to talk to you about the bankruptcy of the logistics company." Sheng Yiruo smelled the faint smell of shaving water, her face blushed, "You put on your clothes first, I'll go out and wait for you."

"Just talking here, I'm your fiance, have you forgotten?"

His lips fell on Sheng Yiruo's neck again, "No matter how bad I am, I'm better than the man in the photo, right?"

Sheng Yiruo knew that Fu Zhaochen was deliberately looking for photos to cause trouble for him, she turned her head and bit Fu Zhaochen's arm in shame and anger.

She exerted all her strength, the flesh under her teeth was bloody, Fu Zhaochen didn't move, he felt the pain because Sheng Yiruo's tears mixed with saliva seeped into the wound.

Fu Zhaochen's eyes fell on her soft flesh that was looming under the white T-shirt, "Sheng Yiruo, you are the one who promised my parents an engagement and a trial marriage."

His tone was playful and hoarse, "As the person involved, I have the right to want you. Do you want to green me? Dreaming!"

Before Sheng Yiruo could react, Fu Zhaochen had already turned her over and hugged her tightly, sealed his lips with a kiss, and rolled between her delicate lips.

The gentle touch from last night hit again, Fu Zhaochen's lower abdomen was hot, and he pressed her down impatiently.

It was the first time Sheng Yiruo was kissed by a man, his eyes were wide open.

Fu Zhaochen panted slightly and let out his mouth, and the two looked at each other for half a second.

He covered her eyes with his hands, "Close your eyes..."

Then, Fu Zhaochen kissed Sheng Yiruo fiercely, as if revenge for her "greening" him, he panted heavily, wishing he could swallow her up.

Sheng Yiruo subconsciously grabbed his back.

"hiss--"

Fu Zhaochen snorted, but reached for her white waist, and the bell on the red waist rope rang crisply as he fiddled with it.

She twisted and resisted, and he squeezed her arms tightly above her head.

Suddenly, Fu Zhaochen's phone rang.

He glanced at the phone and picked it up impatiently, "Yuhe..."