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

Fu Zhaochen came out of the shower, but Sheng Yiruo was not in his bedroom.

This was exactly as he expected, he went to find her with the safflower blood oil, and saw her nestling on the bed and scratching there under the quilt without bedding.

Fu Zhaochen scoffed coldly, "Why bother?"

While speaking, he walked over and pulled off the quilt, and Sheng Yiruo's legs were red from being scratched by her.

Fu Zhaochen bit his lower lip, with a serious face, "This quilt has not been dried for a long time, and the room is deserted, full of dust and mites, so you want to seek abuse?"

Sheng Yiruo stared closely at Fu Zhaochen who was wearing dark gray silk striped pajamas.

She squeezed her neckline, "It's better to seek abuse than to seek you..."

After hesitating to speak, Sheng Yiruo's cheeks flushed.

Fu Zhaochen knew that she remembered their unpleasant intimacy before.

He walked over and hugged Sheng Yiruo, "I won't touch you, you sleep with me."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhaochen walked away, and Sheng Yiruo subconsciously put his arms around Fu Zhaochen's neck.

Sheng Yiruo felt that this was wrong again, so she let go, but her center of gravity was unsteady, and she grabbed Fu Zhaochen's arm again, with considerable strength.

Fu Zhaochen's dark eyes turned to her immediately, "Did you see the order?"

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

Seeing her blank face, Fu Zhaochen knew she didn't watch it.

He sneered, "I'm your God now, can you be more polite to me?"

Sheng Yiruo asked incredulously, "You also placed an order?"

"Well," Fu Zhaochen quickly carried him back to the bedroom and put him on the bed, "Design me a men's brooch, which can be worn at the dinner party."

Sheng Yiruo was about to look for his phone when he saw Fu Zhaochen throwing the phone to her.

Fu Zhaochen's request was even simpler, "I just want better gemstones, as for your design, you can do whatever you want."

Seeing Fu Zhaochen's 50 deposit, Sheng Yiruo bit his lip.

She hesitated for a while, "Then can you give me some start-up capital, which is the money to buy rough stones?"

"How much?"

Fu Zhaochen sat on the bed and pulled Sheng Yiruo's feet, ready to apply the medicine again. Sheng Yiruo looked at his long eyelashes drooping and was giving her a massage seriously.

Sheng Yiruo thought for a while, "Uh, 500 million, okay?"

"Yes." Fu Zhaochen looked up at Sheng Yiruo, "Your God won't lend you money, will he?"

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

What is his logic?

Sheng Yiruo chuckled, "He provided the rough stone himself."

Hearing this, Fu Zhaochen felt a little more proud, "So, I am your benefactor father!"

"Fu Zhaochen!"

The word "gold master father" is not good, and it always has a bad taste.

Fu Zhaochen was quite satisfied, his hands kept moving, but the corners of his mouth rose wildly.

After a while, the movements of Fu Zhaochen's hands became much softer, and it could even be said that they were a little stagnant.

His eyes were fixed on Sheng Yiruo's legs, which were fair and slender, and the lines of his calves were straight and graceful. He swallowed dryly unconsciously.

Sheng Yiruo kicked his legs, "What are you thinking?"

Fu Zhaochen paused, he wanted...to have her!

He raised his head to look at Sheng Yiruo, then suddenly leaned over, pinched Sheng Yiruo's chin, looked at it for a moment, and then kissed him.

Sheng Yiruo was a little fascinated by the softness of Fu Zhaochen's lips. She opened her eyes to meet Fu Zhaochen's kiss, and their chests gradually rose and fell.

Fu Zhaochen hugged Sheng Yiruo into his arms, he panted heavily, and then placed a kiss on her eyes, "Shouldn't you close your eyes when kissing?"

Sheng Yiruo looked at Fu Zhaochen's face full of happiness, she pushed his shoulder, "I've never kissed anyone before, how do I know?"

Fu Zhaochen's expression was gloomy, and then he smiled imperceptibly.

Sheng Yiruo felt that the sudden situation just now made everything a little out of control, so she lifted the quilt and got into bed.

Fu Zhaochen looked at her alert appearance, and he couldn't help laughing, "I'm about to get married, are you still shy? In the future, we still have a lot to do."

He reached out and stretched the quilt upwards, "I just charged some interest today."

Sheng Yiruo turned to look at Fu Zhaochen, "What interest?"

"The interest on the 500 million loan," Fu Zhaochen didn't like sleeping in his pajamas, he said while unbuttoning it, "I know you don't have the money to pay the interest, so I let you pay."

Sheng Yiruo, you grabbed the pillow from the side and threw it on Fu Zhaochen, "Why are you so shameless?"

Fu Zhaochen caught the pillow and threw it on the ground, and then he also got into the quilt.

He fished him over and fastened him tightly, "Sheng Yiruo, I think it's necessary to come out one day and let you know what the obligations of husband and wife are."

Sheng Yiruo, "..."

Fu Zhaochen rested his chin on her shoulder, "Aren't you sleepy after a day of tossing around?"

After that, he stopped talking, and put his hand on her waist honestly.

Sheng Yiruo didn't understand why Fu Zhaochen was so abnormal today?

People say that no matter how playful a man is, as long as he gets married, he will take it easy, and Fu Zhaochen is also going to take it easy because he is going to get married?

Wouldn't he really want to marry her and spend his whole life with her?

Sheng Yiruo thought it was impossible, Fu Zhaochen is not a person who compromises, let alone wronged himself emotionally?

She felt that it was necessary to draw up a marriage agreement before getting married, otherwise she would definitely be the one who lost her armor in the marriage.

Fu Zhaochen's aftershave lotion and good-smelling male fragrance rolled into her nasal cavity, and his even breathing sprayed on her neck after falling asleep.

Sheng Yiruo actually felt very at ease, maybe Fu Zhaochen's bed was too comfortable, she thought about it, and fell asleep thinking about it.

The next day, it was almost noon when Sheng Yiruo woke up.

Fu Zhaochen went to work, but Ai Ni accepted the order and went upstairs to deliver things over and over again.

Sheng Yiruo saw that it was new pajamas, skin care products she used, new bags, etc.

She heard a noise from below, and when she opened the door, she saw a pile of things under He Yu's feet, and he sent instructions to Aini with his mobile phone.

He Yu raised his head and looked at Sheng Yiruo, who was wearing a shirt, standing there looking at him.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and then said, "Miss Si, Mr. Fu asked me to bring it here, so that you can rest at home. Go to work after your injury is healed!"

While speaking, He Yu put a medicine that tore his private parts into Ai Ni's storage basket.

He Yu secretly admired himself, because Fu Zhaochen said that Sheng Yiruo was injured and asked him to buy medicine to reduce swelling, but he didn't say anything else.

He Yu thought for a long time before he realized where he might be injured, but when he was buying medicine, the way the salesperson looked at him made him, a virgin who guarded himself like jade, very embarrassed.

But he is also proud of his intelligence. Where can he find a special assistant who is as reliable as him and has good eyesight?

After He Yu left, Sheng Yiruo looked at the stuff, but he didn't see the bedding. Obviously, Fu Zhaochen wanted to sleep with her all the time.

After washing, she leaned against the head of the bed and chatted with Chen Wanning. She told Chen Wanning about Fu Zhaochen's abnormality.

Chen Wanning grinned to the back of her head, "Xiaotu, you and Fu Zhaochen have had a long night, have you made any real progress?"

Does kissing count?It's not a forced kiss, it's a kiss.

Count, but can't say!

Sheng Yiji coughed twice, "No!"

She casually picked up a small box that Fu Zhaochen bought for her and glanced at it, only to see that it said, "Private Pain Relief Gel". Infect."

Sheng Yiruo's scalp felt numb, and she said to Chen Wanning, "Lemon, I have something to do, I'll call you later."

She took two photos of this box of medicine and sent them to Fu Zhaochen, and also left a message——Fu Zhaochen, what do you mean?Is it okay to create this misunderstanding?

At this time, in the conference room, Fu Zhaochen's mobile phone was projected on the screen.

He touched it subconsciously, and the picture of Sheng Yiruo was projected on the screen. Sitting in the conference room, the middle and high-level people, more than 40 people looked at the screen in unison.

Fu Zhaochen, "..."