After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe looked at the man carefully.

The man wore a Shura mask on the upper half of his face, and his exposed eyes were calm and peaceful, looking at her calmly.

The lower half of the exposed face has exquisite lines, and the thin lips are beautifully shaped, and they look very kissable.

The more she looked at this half face, the more familiar Shen Yanhe felt.

Fu Yanhe's deep eyes looked at her gently and calmly, his thin lips slightly raised: "What are you looking at?"

Hear his voice again.

Shen Yanhe shook his head slightly, and finally lowered his eyes and smiled slightly at him: "Look at you."

Fu Yanhe's eyes suddenly darkened when he looked at her.

"I'm a little curious." She moved closer to him, and her soft white fingers silently landed on the strap of the mask tied behind his head.

"What does the man with whom I have been in love once look like, so..."

Shen Yanhe's voice smiled: "I'm offended."

As soon as the words fell, her fingertips suddenly hooked on the straps that tied Shura's mask, and pulled it away easily.

In the process of pulling away, her body tensed up, and she looked at the man vigilantly, for fear that he would violently jump up and kill her with a gun.

No.

The man was very quiet, and even indulged her to pull off the strap of the mask.

Without the restraint of the belt, the Shura mask fell down.

Shen Yanhe looked sideways subconsciously, and when she saw the face completely exposed in front of her eyes, her brain suddenly went blank.

How is he?

Why would it be him?

The man who was forced to bow by her overlord turned out to be Fu Yanhe?

While Shen Yanhe was shocked, there was a trace of happiness that she couldn't detect for the time being.

Fu Yanhe looked at her with deep and calm eyes, and he even smiled at her, gently pinching the Shura mask with his sharp fingers.

"How about it."

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

"Miss Shen."

"..."

The room fell into a moment of silence.

Shen Yanhe stared at him blankly, her mind was blank, and she didn't react for a long time.

When she came back to her senses, there were only her and Fu Yanhe left in the room, and the two bodyguards he brought withdrew out at some point.

Shen Yanhe straightened up and took a few steps back.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand to take off the cat face mask, looked at Fu Yanhe with complicated eyes, and said dryly, "The man in the room that night...is it you?"

Fu Yanhe nodded slightly: "It's me."

He explained: "That night I was resting in my room, but you broke in suddenly and forced me."

He looked at Shen Yanhe with dark eyes: "You forced me, and you ran away, you are not responsible for me."

"Shen Yanhe, I was very angry at the time."

His tone was clearly calm, but in Shen Yanhe's ears, he felt a bit of grievance inexplicably.

"..."

Shen Yanhe's complicated heart suddenly turned into a guilty conscience.

It was indeed her fault.

But looking at it now, Fu Yanhe doesn't seem to have any intention of blaming her.

Nor did he want to throw her into the sea to feed the sharks.

She tightened her grip on the cat face mask, pursed her lips and explained: "At that time, Uncle San sent a message asking me to come over. I was afraid that something happened to Xiao Huai, so I didn't wait for you to wake up... right..."

Fu Yanhe looked at the distance between him and Shen Yanhe, looked at her with black eyes, suddenly interrupted her, and said in a calm voice: "Are you sure you want to stay so far away from me and apologize to me?"

"Shen Yanhe, your apology is not sincere."

Shen Yanhe fell silent, her body was slightly stiff, and she stood there without moving.

She admits.

When she found out that the person she had spent the night with was Fu Yanhe.

Facing him, Shen Yanhe would feel a little uncomfortable.

The sight of him made her heart beat faster.

It's like being sick.

Recall what she said to Fu Yanhe just now.

"Compared with my husband, you are far behind."

There was also the nonsense she told Fu Yanhe in the past, and the breakup between her and her ex-boyfriend...

Shen Yanhe closed her eyes in despair, her embarrassing toes picked out three rooms and one living room, and instantly wanted to change her life on another planet.

Embarrassing, so embarrassing.

Can't face this embarrassment at all.

Watching her not move for a long time.

A look of helplessness flashed in Fu Yanhe's black eyes, his pale and slender hand landed on the button of the wheelchair, trying to push the wheelchair to come to her.

Shen Yanhe pursed her lips, and without waiting for him to come, she took the initiative to walk in front of him.

He raised his eyes to look at her, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her white wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

This time, Shen Yanhe sat on his lap very obediently, leaning against his arms.

The two fit tightly.

"Shen Yanhe." Fu Yanhe's warm breath fell on her ear, causing tremors in her body.

The scenes of entanglement with Fu Yanhe that night almost uncontrollably flashed through Shen Yanhe's mind.

Her trembling voice: "Well, I'm here."

Embracing this gentle body again, Fu Yanhe clearly heard a sigh coming from his heart.

He embraced her in his arms, and slowly put his palms on her soft fingers, interlocking her fingers.

"What you want to tell me is not sorry, not an apology." Fu Yanhe turned his head and kissed her lightly on the temple: "It's about being responsible to me."

Shen Yanhe held her breath for an instant, and subconsciously looked up at him.

Fu Yanhe lowered his eyes, and his dark and deep eyes met her gaze: "It was you who made me dirty, you have to take responsibility."

Shen Yanhe: "..."

She looked at Fu Yanhe inexplicably, pursed her lips, and pressed her in a low voice: "But that day, it was my first time..."

"Me too." Fu Yanhe answered her bluntly without any shyness: "I have never had sex with other women except you."

Shen Yanhe's face was hot from his straightforwardness, she couldn't help but raised her hand to cover his lips: "Okay, okay, I get it, don't say it."

"Aren't I responsible for you now? I'm married to you, and everyone belongs to you."

Fu Yanhe's eyes suddenly sank, and the big hand that landed on her waist tightened for a moment, but he still restrained his strength not to hurt her.

He lowered his head and got closer to Shen Yanhe, touching her forehead, his eyes revealed a bit of possessiveness, and asked her: "Are you mine?"

Shen Yanhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her red lips pursed slightly: "No, what else? They are all married..."

Although the marriage was a bit hasty, she was indeed his wife in name.

Fu Yanhe stared at her deeply, let out a breath slowly, and held the hand around her slender and tight waist with a little force.

"Miss Shen." He asked in a calm voice, "Can I kiss you?"

"I can't bear it anymore."

Shen Yanhe was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised her head to look at him.

I just wanted to ask him, why can't he resist?

There was a sudden warmth on the lips, and all the words disappeared between the lips and teeth.

He kissed very intently and hard, turning Shen Yanhe's brain from being clear at the beginning to a mass of paste.

In a daze, she suddenly remembered.

It turned out that what he said, I couldn't help it, meant this.