Mr. Fu, please stop being abusive. Madam has already signed the divorce papers.

The man's kiss gradually moved down, leaving little red marks on her fair skin wherever it passed.

The wet tip of the tongue teased her flesh, and the water stains gradually evaporated, bringing a slight coolness.

With a "swish", a hole appeared in the stockings.

The hot air he exhaled sprayed all over her skin. Looking at the situation in front of him, he smiled maliciously, "Hey, Mrs. Fu, you're aroused so quickly?"

As he said this, he lowered his head.

Wen Liang closed his eyes, in a daze, with his mind a mess.

The man was very skilled. He felt her temperature and teased her as much as possible. "Mrs. Fu, are you nervous?"

Wen Liang did not answer, and could not answer.

He didn't expect her to respond, so he kept moving his hands. He blew air into her ears and said in a hoarse voice, "It's very tight, very wet, and very hot inside..."

Wen Liang closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, pretending not to hear.

How could the man let her pretend to be dead like this? He put all his strength into it.

It was as if a bright white blade was slashing down at Wen Liang's mind. He groaned and was confused for a few seconds before he came to his senses.

The man wiped his hands casually on the bed sheet and unbuckled his belt.

Wen Liang kicked his legs and moved upwards, but he was pulled back by him. Without hesitation, he picked up his gun and went into battle.

He sighed happily, "Mrs. Fu, who is older, me or Fu Zheng?"

"Ugh."

roll.

"Me?" The man smiled and leaned down to take her meat in his mouth, "Thank you for the compliment."

Wen Liang: "..."

"Comfortable?"

Wen Liang said nothing.

"I know even if you don't say anything. Your body's reaction can't lie to anyone."

"..."

The room fell silent, leaving only the sound of each other's breathing, heavy and ambiguous.

The man spoke again, "Mrs. Fu, you seem to like it very much? Do you find it particularly exciting?"

"Ugh."

Ah.

"Really? I like Mrs. Fu's frankness..."

Wen Liang rolled his eyes silently.

Suddenly, my aunt's voice came from outside, "Xiao Wen? I made some milk, would you like to drink some?"

After the words fell, the man groaned and lowered his voice, "Don't be nervous, relax..."

He added, "I will take the cloth out of your mouth, don't scream... If you ask her for help, then both of you will die tonight! Nod your head if you agree, otherwise I will kill her while she is asleep..."

Wen Liang: "..."

Does she have a choice?

"Xiao Wen? Fell asleep so quickly?" Seeing that Wen Liang didn't answer, the aunt called out again.

"Do you agree?" The man nudged her and asked in a low voice.

Wen Liang nodded forbearingly.

The man slowly pulled the cloth out of her mouth.

Having been forced to keep his mouth open, his warm and cool jaw felt a little sore, but he was finally able to close it.

She cleared her throat and said, "Auntie, I don't want to drink. I'm too tired from work today, so I went to bed early."

The voice sounded a little hoarse, as if he had just taken a nap and woke up.

"Oh, okay, then you should take a rest." Auntie said hurriedly.

The man just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the aunt say, "I made some sandwiches and put them in the refrigerator. If you get hungry in the middle of the night, just heat them up in the microwave."

He was somewhat dissatisfied and deliberately tortured her at this time.

"okay, I get it."

Wen Liang bit his lower lip and tried his best to make his voice sound normal.

The living room returned to peace.

The man began to act unrestrainedly.

Wen Liang couldn't help but moan softly, but she stopped the moment she realized it.

The man smiled and said, "Mrs. Fu, you have a nice voice."

Wen Liang hummed, "You have a nice voice too."

"Oh?"

"She sounds better than Fu Zheng, she's older than him, and she has a better figure than him... um... I've long wanted to... ahaha... break up with him... um..."

"Mrs. Fu!" The man's tone suddenly became gnashing.

"What...what happened?" Wen Liang asked innocently.

The man was silent for a few seconds and then smiled. "Nothing, Mrs. Fu, thank you for praising me. I will serve you well."

He emphasized the word "serve".

The man kept his word and used his lips, tongue and fingers to serve Wen Liang well and untied the restraints on her wrists and ankles.

By the time it was over, she was completely limp and lay on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

Wen Liang felt tired yet comfortable, drowsy and no longer had the energy to care about the man.

At this moment, with a "click", the light came on.

The glaring incandescent light made Wen Liang close her eyes reflexively. She covered her eyes with her fingers, opened them a little, and slowly adapted.

The man picked up the scattered clothes on the floor and put them in a corner of the sofa.

Wen Liang looked at him walking around the room without clothes, turned his eyes away, and pulled the quilt over himself, "Aren't you on a business trip?"

“I didn’t get on the plane.”

The "criminal" Fu Zheng came over, lifted the quilt and lay down with her.

"Why?" Wen Liang tilted his head and looked at him.

When someone covered her mouth and pressed her against the door at first, she was really scared and her soul almost flew away.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, she recognized him, and smelling the familiar fragrance confirmed her judgment.

After so many years of knowing each other, she could still easily recognize his voice even if he lowered his voice.

"Because I found that this project was a bit strange, I suspected that someone wanted to lure me over," said Fu Zheng.

For no apparent reason, he received the email that led him to Philadelphia.

At that time, he was wondering what the purpose of the person behind the scenes was?

Hurt him in Philly? Or lure him away?

Regardless of that, it is the best choice for him to stay in Jiangcheng.

So, he went to the airport but didn't board the plane.

Wen Liang couldn't help but recall a series of strange things that happened today and told Fu Zheng one by one.

Fu Zheng also told Wen Liang what he knew.

"…So the white car belonged to you. Fortunately, Liang Feiji was smart and took the opportunity to ask the police to take us there. So, grandma's hospitalization was also deliberately arranged."

"Well, I have locked the person up." Fu Zheng's eyes darkened.

"Did you find out anything?"

of course.

Those people didn't know everything, but they were able to piece together bit by bit that the person who ordered them was Fu Qingyue.

He lowered his eyes and said, "The investigation revealed that it was related to a foreign competitor who wanted to hurt you and distract me. I will go there in person in a few days to deal with it."

"Be careful when you're on someone else's territory," Wen Liang warned.

"Yes, I will." Fu Zheng responded and then shifted his attention.

Wen Liang quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Stop, that's enough. By the way, how did you get in?"

She had already let him do what he wanted once, and she couldn't bear it again.

Fu Zheng smiled, seeing her clumsy attempt to change the subject, and hugged her in his arms, "I opened the door and came in while my aunt was out buying groceries."

She knew it was.

The security of this community is pretty good. The most important thing is that this is on the middle floor of a high-rise building and the door is intact. Except for someone who knows the password, she can't think of how the criminals could get in without being discovered by her aunt and the security guard outside.

"Haven't you had dinner yet?"

"Ah."

"Deserved it."

She thought there was someone else in the room and he was threatened and had no choice but to do this, so she cooperated with him.

who knew...

"Did you feel comfortable with the service just now?"

Wen Liang: "..."