After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

in the lounge.

Song Shiwei brought Fu Yanhe to the sofa, looked at the girl on the sofa, her originally calm face showed a bit of anxiety: "Master Fu, Xiao Hemiao was fine just now, but for some reason, she suddenly began to feel uncomfortable , still screaming hot."

Fu Yanhe looked at the figure of a petite and slender girl curled up on the black leather sofa.

The girl's long curly hair spread out on the sofa, her body was wrapped in a long black dress, her fair and delicate face was blushing, her cat pupils were misty, the ends of her eyes were a little red, and her thin and red lips Slightly opened, whispering hot.

The skin that was unintentionally exposed while curled up was dazzlingly white against the black sofa.

It seems like a fairy who has fallen into the world, pure and lustful.

Almost instantly, Fu Yanhe knew that Shen Yanhe had been tricked.

He obviously only left her for a few minutes.

She was hit.

His eyes darkened in an instant, his brows and eyes were sullen, and he pushed the wheelchair to the front of the sofa without saying a word, but his movements were extremely gentle when he reached out to hug the girl who was crying hot on the sofa.

The girl's slender figure fit perfectly into his generous embrace.

Almost at the moment when his hands touched her, Shen Yanhe felt an extremely comfortable coolness touching her, she squinted slightly, subconsciously chasing after the coolness: "Comfortable... ..."

Fu Yanhe looked at Shen Yanhe who was nestled in his arms and gently rubbed his face against his neck, his eyes were dimmed, but the turbulence between his brows and eyes became more and more intense.

He squinted his eyes, stretched out his slender hand like jade, pinched Shen Yanhe's chin, not letting her rub against him, his voice was hoarse and full of desire: "Shen Yanhe, do you know who I am?"

Song Shiwei frowned, and was about to speak, but was stopped in place by Fu Yanhe's look.

That look was cold and sharp, as if if she dared to speak out, he would break her neck without hesitation.

Danger.

This man is dangerous.

Shen Yanhe, who was in the dangerous embrace, didn't feel it. She squinted her watery eyes and looked at him, and said in Fu Yanhe's increasingly dark eyes, her voice was soft and waxy: "Husband."

"You are my husband."

Almost the moment she opened her mouth, the dangerous aura on the man disappeared instantly.

He sighed, and held her in his arms as if giving her a reward: "Good boy."

Shen Yanhe, who regained the comfort and coolness, rubbed her hot and blushing face against his neck, and slightly relaxed her brows which were frowned because of discomfort.

It was at this time that Fu Yanhe, who was about to straighten her skirt with his head down, saw the blood slowly dripping from her feet onto the porcelain white floor.

The dazzling blood red made Fu Yanhe feel as if a cat had scratched his heart, and his heart ached.

With a sullen face, he carefully lifted the hem of the long skirt that covered her feet, revealing her small and round feet, her red and swollen ankles, and the bloody soles of her feet that were pierced by porcelain.

Almost instantly, Song Shiwei, who was very close to him, felt the hostility around him was so heavy that it almost ate him, which made her feel terrified.

"Young Master Fu..."

Fu Yanhe raised his eyes and glanced at her, and Song Shiwei fell silent for an instant when he was stared at by his cold and unmechanized eyes.

He didn't speak, hugged Shen Yanhe, and urged the wheelchair to quickly walk out of the lounge.

The door of the living room was opened by him from the inside.

The eyes of the people guarding outside fell on Fu Yanhe and Shen Yanhe who was tightly wrapped in his arms.

Xia Ran's eyes flickered, and she pretended to be anxious and stepped forward: "Oh, Miss Shen, what's going on...!"

Before she finished speaking, she saw Fu Yanhe's indifferent gaze looking at her, which made her words stuck in her throat.

Wu Fang stepped forward to block her, and looked at Shen Yanhe worriedly: "Young Master, Young Madam, she..."

"Drive, go to the hospital."

Wu Fang nodded and left in a hurry.

Fu Yanhe half hugged Shen Yanhe, looked at Qi Yunqian with a very indifferent expression, but there was a viciousness and violence hidden under that calm voice.

"Yun Qian, it happened at your place. I hope to see the culprit appear in front of me tomorrow."

Xia Ran's body froze for a moment, but she didn't show any clues on her face, she just grabbed the bag in her hand tightly.

She didn't go out to buy the medicine in person, she just bribed someone to do so, and the phone card was also from overseas, and it had already been flushed in the toilet.

What's more, she wasn't the one who found someone, she just borrowed Fu Yu's hand, and she couldn't find out who came from her.

Qi Yunqian nodded with a heavy expression, his eyes revealed a bit of coldness: "Don't worry, I will give you an explanation."

He didn't expect that if something happened to Fu Yanhe's wife in his territory, he would also have an inescapable responsibility.

And Fu Yu...

He's not stupid. He knew that Fu Yu's aggressive actions must be to frame Shi Wei.

This time, he will not show mercy.

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In the car, Shen Yanhe's consciousness was further blurred by the heat in her body. She almost instinctively clung to Fu Yanhe's body, rubbing against his neck and his cheeks, crying softly.

Fu Yanhe's eyes were extremely dark, and his breathing was a little heavy.

He closed his eyes, grabbed her big hand that was moving around him, and coaxed her in a low voice: "Be good, it won't be hot when you get to the hospital."

All his self-control in his life was spent on this.

The girl who got the trick didn't listen at all, and struggled hard. Fu Yanhe was afraid of hurting her, so he could only let go.

As soon as her hands were free, Shen Yanhe held his cheeks, put her forehead against his forehead, muttered something comfortably, and suddenly lowered her head to kiss his thin lips.

Fu Yanhe had no defense against her, and when he felt the tenderness from his lips, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

The slightly cool and soft touch is like a clear spring, which instantly calmed down the heat in Shen Yanhe's body that almost burned her whole body.

She almost regarded it as a life-saving straw, and once kissed it, she would not let go.

In a daze, Shen Yanhe heard someone curse in her ear: "You asked for this."

Immediately afterwards, the clear spring turned into a violent storm, violently attacking the city, robbing her of her breath.

When Shen Yanhe was released, she was so dizzy that she could only lean on Fu Yanhe's neck weakly, and she didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers.

Fu Yanhe's light-colored thin lips had turned bright red, and his slender big hands gently patted Shen Yanhe's back to let her breathe. Looking at the driver's seat blocked by the fender, he ordered: "Drive faster."

Wufang: "Yes."

After arriving at the hospital, after two hours of tossing, Shen Yanhe was given an injection and fell into a deep sleep.

"Tsk." Dug up from the bed by Fu Yanhe, Ji Haocheng in a white coat held Shen Yanhe's blood test result in his hand, and asked Fu Yanhe who was guarding her bedside with a casual look.

"Didn't you go to Qi Yunqian's engagement banquet? What's going on? How did she get such a strong drug?"