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

In Yaqing Garden, Fu Zhaochen's bedroom, Sheng Yiruo's cheeks were rosy.

She leaned on the head of the bed and looked at the very pious Fu Zhaochen who was holding her feet on the opposite side.

He was rubbing the safflower oil with both hands, and when the heat in his palms was enough, he began to rub Sheng Yiruo to relieve the congestion and redness.

Sheng Yiruo's hairs stood on end, she finally knew why that Huo Yao asked her to let Fu Zhaochen oil her?

Because it's both sexy and shameful.

The unique touch of women's feet can give men a kind of sensory stimulation. Therefore, in ancient times, men were always obsessed with the three-inch golden lotus.

And Sheng Yiruo's toes are round and the insteps are fair. With many years of dancing skills, her toes are stretched as a compulsory course. When Fu Zhaochen touches her, her toes are always stretched subconsciously.

The straight instep is very beautiful and charming.

Fu Zhaochen raised his eyebrows and looked at Sheng Yiruo, "You're already like this, and you still want to seduce me?"

Sheng Yiruo was looking at Fu Zhaochen with his shirt collar undone, and his Adam's apple was sexy, and he thought it was very seductive, when he heard Fu Zhaochen's teasing.

She wanted to break free from Fu Zhaochen, but her ankle was clamped.

Fu Zhaochen smiled lightly, "I'm angry if I can't seduce you?"

"Fu Zhaochen, is there something wrong with you?"

Sheng Yiruo blushed like a delicate rose, but there were thorns on his mouth, "Look at your good self, you look like a scumbag."

"Scumbag? How many women line up to make me a scumbag, I don't have the time, so you don't appreciate being 'stuck'."

While speaking, he kept raising his hand from the corner of his mouth, and the massage was quite comfortable.

Sheng Yiruo felt that she couldn't lose in a verbal battle, so she said with a coquettish smile, "Boss Fu, I have a bold idea, do you want to listen to it?"

Fu Zhaochen tilted his head to look at Sheng Yiruo, and saw a hint of cunning in her eyes.

He smiled and shook his head, "I don't want to."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

She sat up straight suddenly, "You have to tell me if you don't want to listen. We got to know each other once. I think it is necessary for me to give you advice and reminders."

Fu Zhaochen didn't expect Sheng Yiruo to be so serious, he looked up at her, his eyes were still a little dazed.

Sheng Yishao coughed twice, "Your service is so thoughtful, I think if you lose the betting agreement with Uncle Fu, you can open a foot-washing city to provide a wave of such services, and you will definitely make a lot of money. "

After finishing speaking, she started to pat the bed and laugh without waiting for Fu Zhaochen's reaction.

Fu Zhaochen's expression was cold at first, and then seeing Sheng Yiruo's appearance of taking advantage, he twitched the corners of his mouth, "You have such a big heart, you are going to marry me soon."

He didn't stop, "I'm bankrupt and I can't afford to support you. Do you want to drink northwest wind with me?"

Sheng Yiruo, who was laughing uncontrollably just now, stroked his hair and looked at Fu Zhaochen, "I can divorce you then!"

Fu Zhaochen, "..."

Sheng Yiruo looked at Fu Zhaochen, who had a cold face, and purposely annoyed him, "Haven't you heard that 'husband and wife are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately'?"

Fu Zhaochen put Sheng Yiruo's feet on the bed, "Are you still flying? Marry me, and you will be unable to escape."

He smiled evilly and darkly, "Have you never heard of an angel with broken wings? No, there is no such unlovable angel as you, you are a crow with broken wings."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhaochen turned around and went out.

Sheng Yiruo slowly withdrew his legs, curled his lips, "Just kidding, you have such a strong desire to win, you dog man!"

She looked at Fu Zhaochen's room, it was as clean and tidy as ever, and the taste was still so good.

Schimmel's retro grand piano is still placed next to the balcony, and his suit, shirt or overcoat are neatly hung in the cloakroom next to him through the glass door.

Sheng Yiruo got out of bed, and she jumped to Fu Zhaochen's cloakroom.

This was the first time she experienced Fu Zhaochen's life so intuitively. The two of them lived together before, but they always lived separately. He must have never been to her room.

Sheng Yiruo flicked Fu Zhaochen's shirt, dark-colored and light-colored shirts were arranged at both ends, and in the glass drawer below were cufflinks and collar clips.

She had to admit that Fu Zhaochen was a man with really good clothes.

Sheng Yiruo turned around and went out, only to see Fu Zhaochen standing there with a glass of water looking at her, "Do you still have this hobby? Peeping?"

Sheng Yiruo was embarrassed by the words, and the tips of her ears turned red.

"No...I...I'm going back. You don't have a change of clothes here, nor do I have any bedding in my room."

After finishing speaking, she was about to jump out.

Fu Zhaochen stopped her, "I'm not a bed? Besides, your clothes are still there."

Are you kidding me?

Sheng Yiruo had already moved her clothes and things back.

Fu Zhaochen knew what she was thinking, he helped Sheng Yiruo back to the previous room, there were indeed women's clothes in the big cloakroom.

Sheng Yiruo walked in and took a look. They were all new styles from brands she often wore, as well as Italian high-end suits.

There are not many sets of this kind of high-definition in Ningdu, and most people don't know it, and they can't buy it.

She checked the size and it was really her size.

A gleam of joy flashed across Sheng Yiruo's heart, "I don't even live here anymore, who are you buying these and putting them here?"

Fu Zhaochen scratched the end of his eyebrows, he guessed that Sheng Yiruo was complacent at this time, and hoped that he would coax her a few words.

But she doesn't want to live a "hard life" with him, and the little girl who wants to fly away when disaster strikes, and even picks things like gambling agreements to make things difficult for him, so he doesn't say good things to coax her!

Fu Zhaochen laughed loudly, "You are so smart, I bought these for my mother to see."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

She tensed her jaw, "You are doing well, dutiful son! This is without my pajamas, I'm going home."

Fu Zhaochen reached out and grabbed Sheng Yiruo's slender waist, and hugged him into his arms, "Didn't you just go to see the shirt? Wear my shirt, it's not like you haven't worn it before."

He suddenly said in her ear vaguely, "As a patient who is under my control, don't pick and choose."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhaochen carried him back to the bedroom, covered him with a quilt, "I'll cook, and you can sleep."

Sheng Yiruo looked dazed at Fu Zhaochen's leaving back, she felt that everything was so unreal, why did Fu Zhaochen, who hated her, suddenly change his temper and treat her so nicely?

Although his mouth is a bit cheap, his actual actions are all good.

Thinking about it, Sheng Yiruo fell asleep in a daze, and when she woke up again, it was already dark.

When she found Fu Zhaochen, he was working in the study. Workaholic Fu Zhaochen didn't go to the company all afternoon?

However, the way he was concentrating on his work made Sheng Yiruo's heart itch.

She laughed at herself for being so vulnerable in front of men.

Sheng Yiruo was about to leave when Fu Zhaochen called her, "Are you hungry?"

Fu Zhaochen got up and walked over, "You can really sleep, you insisted on sleeping in dinner like supper."

Sheng Yiruo bit his lower lip, and heard Fu Zhaochen's phone ring.

He picked it up, glanced at it, and connected, "What's the matter?"

Fang Zhilin, Fu Zhaochen's hair boy, chuckled lightly, "Boss Fu, do you want to come out to play?"

"Another day." Fu Zhaochen looked at Sheng Yiruo leisurely, and he smiled, "I have a patient to take care of at night, so it's not convenient to go out."

patient?

Fang Zhilin turned on the speakerphone, and he yelled to the other boy, Chen Junhan, "Fu Zhaochen said he has a patient to take care of at night, so he won't come!"

Chen Junhan took the cue and went into the hole, "It's rare for me to come back. He hasn't come out yet. Ask him, is he a male patient or a female patient?"

The voice on the phone was not low, Sheng Yiruo listened attentively.

Her cheeks were flushed, "I don't need your care, you go and play!"

Fang Zhilin licked his lips, turned his head and said to Chen Junhan, "There is no doubt that the female patient is a patient, so it is probably true?"

Fu Zhaochen, who heard it clearly, replied, "Well, I'm dead!"

Chen Junhan put the club aside, and asked with raised eyebrows, "Who does Fu Zhaochen really like?"

Fang Zhilin put away his phone, took a sip of the red wine beside him.

"Brother, let me tell you responsibly, he is a sullen guy who likes Sheng Yiruo. But last time he drank too much and said that Sheng Yiruo had other men in his heart after he went to college..."

Chen Junhan sneered, "Uh, sadomasochism?"

On the other side, Fu Zhaochen hung up the phone and said to Sheng Yiruo, "I'll carry you...to dinner?"