Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Although they had been in close contact many times, she had never taken off his clothes.

Not even a button was unbuttoned for him.

In this shady relationship, she has always been the weak and downtrodden one.

Every time he did that, he would tear off her clothes impatiently and make her lose her mind before taking them off himself.

Facing his open hands, she felt embarrassed and at a loss.

Fu Sichen glanced sideways at her, bit his cigarette and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

Luo Shuwan picked his fingers and said cautiously, "...I'm worried that it will hurt Mr. Fu's wound."

Fu Sichen sneered lightly, "If you keep grinding, you will be the one who gets hurt. It will hurt a lot."

Luo Shuwan's heart tightened, and she couldn't care less about being shy and embarrassed, and immediately started to unbutton his shirt.

If he says he can play with her, he will.

When this bitch goes crazy, it will make her so painful that she can't even get out of bed.

For the first time in his life, Luo Shuwan took off a man's clothes with his own hands. Luo Shuwan was so embarrassed that his neck turned red.

Nervous, panicked, my fingertips were trembling slightly.

She didn't understand why men's shirt buttons were designed to be so small, just a tiny bit on the fingertips!

After digging for a long time, she couldn't find the buttonhole, and she was so anxious that a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

She had no choice but to lean closer and look for it with her eyes wide open.

The hair tucked behind his ears fell down, brushed across the tip of Fu Sichen's nose, got into the collar of his shirt, and tickled his skin gently.

The faint scent of shampoo mixed with her soft body fragrance lingered in his nose, making his Adam's apple roll.

Fu Sichen leaned back slightly and raised his eyes to look at her face.

Her young and tender face exudes youthful vitality, and her fair and translucent skin is flushed with crimson. She is charming and shy, like a peach blossom in bud in spring.

Without applying any powder, it is already stunning.

Because she was nervous, she bit her red lips tightly, her thick eyelashes were curled and trembling slightly, and her eyebrows were also working hard.

It was as if she was lying under him, trying her best to be patient.

Fu Sichen raised his hand and touched her slender waist, opening and clasping his big hands.

Just as Luo Shuwan wanted to escape, he grabbed his waist and pushed him into a sitting position on his lap.

She looked at the door in panic, reached behind her back and grabbed his hand, "Mr. Fu, the door is unlocked!"

He spit out the extinguished cigarette and curled his lips with a smile, "What are you afraid of?"

What are you afraid of?

Of course, I was afraid that my colleagues would suddenly come in and see this disgraceful scene.

The more she struggled, the harder he pinched her, until her waist almost broke!

"You hurt me!" Luo Shuwan frowned in protest.

"Can't you bear this little pain?" The dog man chuckled and buried his head, kissing the side of her neck and sucking hard.

Luo Shuwan couldn't bear the pain and groaned.

Fu Sichen blew hot air into her neck and said jokingly, "Isn't it quite bearable in bed?"

Luo Shuwan: "..."

Fu Sichen took her finger and put it on the first button, squeezed it tightly, and opened it with a gentle push.

Luo Shuwan: "!!!"

Poverty limits imagination!

Rich people even have high-tech shirt buttons!

Luo Shuwan followed the feeling just now and tried to unbutton the second button, the third button, the fourth button...

When he raised his head after all was done, he saw abdominal muscles that looked like bread cubes. They were even in size and extremely symmetrical, as if they were drawn in proportion.

She had touched these eight painful abdominal muscles several times during the night.

But it was the first time to appreciate it so closely and directly.

He swallowed unconsciously.

Fu Sichen looked at her dazed eyes, raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Wipe your saliva."

Luo Shuwan raised his hand subconsciously.

When he raised his hand to his mouth, his brain reacted.

He stopped wiping his mouth and hung his hands in the air, his face and neck burning red.

Fu Sichen took off his shirt with a smirk on his lips.

Luo Shuwan took the opportunity to stand up and walked around behind him.

His eyes touched his back, and his heart skipped a beat.

A large gash ran diagonally downward from his left shoulder to the middle of his back.

At the top, probably where the sharp corner of the podium hit him, there was a hole as big as a fingernail, which was bleeding.

At a glance, it looked like a fountain of blood, gushing out.

If he hadn't rushed over to protect her, this hole would have appeared on her head!

Thinking of this, her heart moved slightly, and she actually felt guilty.

"Does it hurt?" she asked subconsciously, startling herself.

Fu Sichen reached behind him with his long arms and pinched her waist, "I will use other ways to get you back."

"..." Luo Shuwan wanted to bite off his tongue.

What a mouthful to ask!

Luo Shuwan sprayed alcohol on his hands and rubbed them repeatedly, then pressed gauze on the bloody puddle, "Mr. Fu, the wound is quite deep. You should go to the hospital."

"I can't die." Fu Sichen looked calm and lit a cigarette slowly.

Just let me drip to death!

Luo Shuwan cursed and quickly helped him treat the wound.

Having grown up in a violent environment, I have been able to deal with these superficial injuries with ease.

Help him bandage his wounds, organize the medical kit, and then clean up the mess at the scene.

Fu Sichen watched her busy in silence. Her hands were so dexterous that they seemed to be able to perform magic. Any place she touched would become neat and orderly.

"You seem to be good at doing these rough jobs." Fu Sichen said, staring at her rough fingertips.

Luo Shuwan was stunned for a moment, then followed his gaze to look at his hands, and then at the garbage in his hands.

Then, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I rely on these hands to make a living. As long as I can make money, I can do it."

"You don't have to work so hard."

Fu Sichen looked into her eyes, and the deep meaning in his eyes was like a dull knife, severely cutting into her self-esteem.

Luo Shuwan finished cleaning up step by step, took the garbage to the bathroom outside and threw it away, then stood in front of him again.

She said seriously and sincerely, "Mr. Fu, you were so seriously injured trying to save me. I'm sorry."

"I will compensate you for your losses according to workers' compensation standards, together with the money I lent you..."

Fu Sichen grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, tightening his long arms around her waist.

"You want to use money to solve everything. Are you rich?"

His deep voice was full of ridicule, as if he was laughing at her for not overestimating her abilities and daring to talk to him about money!

But besides money, what else could she talk to him about?

emotion?

Oh, wouldn’t that be even more ridiculous!

"Mr. Fu, you treat me like a plaything. I struggled with all my strength, but finally recognized the reality and accepted it willingly."

"I will cooperate obediently and wait until the day you get tired of playing with me."

"This is already my bottom line. No more will be accepted."

She wanted to stand up, but was locked tightly in his arms and sat on his lap.

Fu Sichen raised his hand and pressed it on her lower abdomen, lowered his head, and touched her ear with his cool lips, "If you don't accept it, you have to accept it."

He said it with a smile, but his voice was full of warnings that could not be disobeyed.