After rebirth, I inherited my ex-husband’s inheritance worth hundreds of billions

The whole weight of the man's body pressed against me, heavy and heavy.

His strong and hot body was pressed against my body through the thin material of clothing. His head was buried in the side of my neck, sucking and kissing passionately and fervently.

I was so pressed that I couldn't breathe, and his heavy and rapid breathing was all that could be heard in my ears.

I pushed hard on his hard shoulders with my palms, but to no avail.

He still has a fever!

At this time, Fu Yanshen was like an irritable beast, tearing my trousers with both hands without any rules. After he couldn't untie them, he became more and more anxious and eager, cursing at his mouth, and raised his body irritably.

I was finally able to catch my breath and opened my mouth wide to take a breath of fresh air. I heard a "chi la" sound and my lower body felt cold.

The man let out a low sigh of satisfaction.

I opened my mouth wide and let out an unbearable muffled groan from deep in my throat... His chest pressed down again.

……

The man lay motionless on top of me, holding me tightly with his arms. The thunderous heartbeat shook my heart, and he breathed heavily in my ear.

I was also breathing heavily.

I found that the anxiety and aggression on his body just now seemed to have disappeared, and he was lying on my body like a big cat, docile and harmless.

The dim bedroom was so quiet that only the sound of our heavy breathing was left, colliding and intertwining with each other to create a warm ambiguity.

I gradually adapted to it, and couldn't help but raise my hand and stroke his broad back.

He was still suffering from a high fever, and his skin was hot to the touch.

The intertwined scars, rugged and rugged, also silently conveyed to me the ups and downs he had experienced.

I remembered that when he had just had a nightmare, he called out to his mother in a fragile way, the tip of my nose felt sore, and I gently stroked his back with both hands.

He lost his mother when he was very young and lived in an orphanage. When he grew up, he lived a life of fighting and killing. Are these scars left when he entered society?

But soon I remembered the fact that he cheated on me with Shixia in his previous life, betrayed me, and took revenge on me.

I regretfully despised myself in my heart.

But another voice came out from the bottom of my heart: The trajectory of this life is different from the previous life.

I frowned, feeling stunned.

Suddenly he made a move.

I thought he had fallen asleep long ago.

"Fu Yanshen, don't move, you're still burning..."

My heart skipped several beats, and I panicked to persuade him.

The man's big hand clasped the back of my head, his other arm tightly wrapped around my waist, and he kissed me passionately.

The big bed kept making an overwhelming squeaking sound...

I also gradually sank into the whirlpool of desire.

I don’t know how long it took, but the only trace of reason I had left reminded me of something very important.

He is also obedient.

The medieval chandelier emits a dim and ambiguous light. Under the light, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the man's forehead, and his deep, dark eyes burned me scorchingly.

He bit open the silver foil package with his teeth, and his raised Adam's apple rolled up and down, wild and sexy.

I swallowed involuntarily.

……

After a hearty session, Fu Yanshen finally got over his fever. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and he hugged me and fell asleep.

My whole body was sticky and uncomfortable, and I wanted to break away from him and go take a shower. As soon as I moved, he hugged me tighter.

"Fu Yanshen, please let go. I'll take a shower and come back."

He didn't say a word and just hugged me tighter.

"Fu Yanshen, be obedient!" I patted the back of his hand in a commanding tone.

Unexpectedly, he actually let go of me obediently.

"So good!" I said with a smile, and licked his short, stiff hair hard, like a big cat.

Just as I was about to kiss him, I froze.

Sober too.

I went to take a shower, washed off the stickiness, wrapped myself in a bath towel, found the longest white shirt from his closet and put it on myself as pajamas.

He kindly poured a basin of warm water and used a warm towel to wipe off the sweat all over his body.

In the past, after we fell in love, he always served me like this.

After taking his temperature again, and everything was normal, I couldn't bear the exhaustion and fell asleep peacefully in his arms.

My sleep was peaceful and dreamless, and I woke up naturally.

When I woke up, the bedside was empty.

I was startled and sat up, instinctively looking for Fu Yanshen.

There was a faint smell of tobacco in the air.

The next moment, I noticed a figure standing by the arched floor-to-ceiling window.

The man was like a sculpture, motionless, with only the cigarette between his fingers slowly rising smoke.

He actually smoked again!

I lifted the quilt and got out of bed, rushed behind him, grabbed his wrist, forcefully took off the cigarette from his fingers, and pressed it out.

"Fu Yanshen, you are seeking death again!"

Is it necessary to smoke this cigarette?

I scolded him angrily.

The man turned around and stared at me with his eyelids lowered, his face expressionless, and there was a coldness emanating from his body.

It's the cold I'm familiar with.

My heart stopped.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, don't... push yourself too far."

His tone was cold and warning.

A pair of cold eyes stared directly at me.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured on me, and I became extremely sober in an instant.

My heart felt extremely sour.

I really want to slap myself for being so self-indulgent.

Whether he is dead or alive, what does it have to do with me?

He doesn't need my care and attention at all.

I tried my best to calm down my emotions, looked at him steadily, and raised my voice to taunt him, "Do you think I want to take care of you? I am being watched by my father, and the prosperous age also needs you, otherwise, I would not look at you more. "

After saying this proudly, I turned around and left.

This heartless scumbag never deserves sympathy!

I closed the bathroom door hard, and the tears couldn't stop pouring out, and I wiped them away more and more.

My mind is filled with the tenderness last night and the fragile way he pulled me and told me not to leave.

Relying on me like that, it seems like you have to be me.

It’s up to me to fuck him.

He was simply confused.

How could he have to do it with me?

Even if he and Shixia have nothing in this life, he is still ruthless to me.

Unfortunately, I hesitated in my mind last night.

The harm he did to me in my previous life didn't mean I wouldn't care about it just because it hadn't happened yet.

I took a deep breath, washed my face, and called my assistant to bring some clothes.

After I left the bathroom, Fu Yanshen had already left.

I changed my clothes and went downstairs. My aunt asked me to have breakfast. I refused to stay and left directly.

I just went out and received a call from my cousin-in-law.

"Qiaoqiao, are you up?"

"I got up early, sister-in-law, what's the matter?" I asked softly.

"Qiaoqiao, can you come to my place now? Your cousin is... I can't tell clearly, but you should come over and talk about it." My cousin's voice couldn't contain her excitement.

Hearing the meaning of her words, I swayed.

Didn't my cousin really commit suicide?