Report to the Marquis! The Madam went to the military camp to flirt with men again

"Fu Junyan! Wake up!"

Lin Zhuwei's emotions, which had finally calmed down, were easily ignited by him again: "Do you think the people in your Fu family are infinitely charming? Are they worth me climbing over the wall in the same courtyard?"

Climbing from his wall to Fu Lifeng's wall, he still can't escape the control of the Fu family. Does it make sense?

"Do you think that besides our Fu family, who else would want you?" Fu Junyan suddenly sneered.

Lin Zhuwei was angered by his mocking expression: "How do you know that no one wants me if you don't try? Four-legged toads are hard to find, but isn't it hard to find a two-legged man?"

Fu Junyan was extremely angry and was about to speak when he heard Wu Er's tactless voice: "Master, we have arrived at the mansion. Do you want to get off the car?"

"Don't stop!"

Fu Junyan roared, and Wu Er was so frightened that he whipped his horse and galloped away.

"Ha! Yu Shaoruo, don't you want to try? Then how about trying me first!"

Before Lin Zhuwei had time to think about the meaning of his words, she saw Fu Junyan leaning down and sealing her lips with his lips.

His kiss was wild and domineering, full of resentment, without any technique at all, he just rubbed and bit hard.

This damn man! Didn't he just agree not to touch her? !

Lin Zhuwei sat on the couch, being bitten and retreating step by step until she was forced into the corner of the carriage, with nowhere to retreat.

For a moment, she felt that the narrow space was filled with his domineering and wild aura, which oppressed Lin Zhuwei so much that she couldn't breathe.

She waved her hand, but before she could slap him, Fu Junyan caught her.

In order to prevent her from doing it again, he simply grabbed her hands and raised them above her head, pressing them firmly against the sides of the carriage.

He leaned over and stood between her legs, a position that was both shameful and embarrassing.

And he seemed to be addicted to kissing her and had no intention of letting her go. He maintained this blood-pumping posture, aggressively plundering the sweetness that belonged only to her.

Lin Zhuwei's hands were paralyzed. She stared at him with her mouth slightly open. When his tongue invaded her, she bit it hard. Both of their mouths were instantly filled with the fishy sweetness of blood.

"Damn it!" Fu Junyan pushed her away in pain.

Lin Zhuwei deliberately licked the blood on his lips and said sarcastically, "Humph! I tried it, but it's not that good. Why don't you go back to Huanguan and find those top performers to teach you."

"You!" Fu Junyan, whose self-esteem was hurt, turned around and yelled, "Stop the car!"

Wu Er was so frightened that his hands shook and he immediately stopped pulling the reins.

"Get off!"

Fu Junyan clenched his fists. If she didn't roll down, he would lose control of himself and he didn't know what he would do.

Lin Zhuwei naturally wouldn't be shameless, and asked coldly: "Fu Junyan, when are you going to give me the divorce letter?"

Fu Junyan's face darkened. He grabbed her arm and pulled it hard, causing Lin Zhuwei to fall half of her body out of the car.

"Young Madam!" Wu Er's face changed drastically with fright. He quickly stood up and helped Lin Zhuwei off the carriage.

"Wu Er! Drive!" Fu Junyan roared.

Wu Er saluted to the young lady tremblingly, then quickly got into the carriage, raised the reins, and drove away.

"You want a divorce letter? When you die, I'll burn it for you on your grave!"

Lin Zhuwei stood where she was, and saw Fu Junyan viciously lower the curtain of the side window and walk away.

She sighed helplessly, and when she saw the sky in the distance was getting dark and it was about to rain heavily, she quickly calmed herself down and looked around.

This was amazing; she found herself in the suburbs. Apart from a tire track extending far away, there were only trees and hills all around.

If there is thunder and lightning, being under a tree is tantamount to seeking death.

Lin Zhuwei collected his thoughts and ran wildly in the direction where the hills could be seen with the naked eye.

She needed to find a place to stay quickly.

As expected, heavy rain soon came down. Lin Zhuwei was soaked all over and ran forward in the mud, one step deep and one step shallow.

Fortunately, God had mercy on her and she soon found a small cave in the hills.

There were actually some firewood scattered inside, making it look like someone had been there before.

Lin Zhuwei couldn't think too much. It was raining heavily outside and the sky was so dark that it seemed like it was going to collapse. He couldn't leave for a while.

She quickly took out a tinder and lit the firewood to keep warm, and then she felt her body slowly warming up.

"Master, it's raining heavily...Do you want to go back and pick up the young mistress?"

Seeing that Fu Junyan in the carriage did not say anything, Wu Er did not dare to act on his own. He could only spank the horse's butt hard and speed up to return home.

"Master, we're here!"

Wu Er quickly took the umbrella handed to him by the servant, opened it and waited for Fu Junyan to come down.

But Fu Junyan came down from the carriage with a sword, cut the reins connecting the carriage to the horse with one stroke, then snatched his umbrella, threw the sword to him, mounted his horse, and rode away.

"Young Master! It's raining heavily! Where are you going?" Wu Er shouted hurriedly, but there was no sign of Fu Junyan.

Fu Junyan rode his horse straight to the place where he left Lin Zhuwei.

When he saw that Lin Zhuwei had disappeared, his heart tightened.

He quickly jumped off his horse, looked around, and quickly headed towards the hill.

Because of the rain, the road was muddy and Lin Zhuwei's footprints were clearly visible, so Fu Junyan quickly found the front of the cave.

Fu Junyan stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at Lin Zhuwei who was facing him sideways, taking off his coat and drying it over the fire.

She exposed her white shoulders and back, which glowed alluringly in the light of the fire.

Fu Junyan half-closed his eyes, his pupils became deeper, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, he clenched his fists, and tried hard to suppress the strange emotion in his heart.

He turned around and found a position where he would not be easily discovered. He leaned against the entrance of the cave with an umbrella in hand and quietly watched everything in the cave.

Lin Zhuwei dried his coat and put it on. He looked up at the violent weather outside the cave with wind and rain, and added another handful of firewood to the fire.

Rubbing his hands, Lin Zhuwei thought: It's getting colder and colder, I'm afraid this firewood won't last until dawn.

Lin Zhuwei half-supported her head and stared at the fire in a daze. As she stared, she suddenly found Fu Junyan's face appeared in the fire, looking at her coldly.

"You stinky man! You don't want to give me the divorce certificate, right? Then go and die holding it!"

Lin Zhuwei was so angry that she threw a stone at the fire, disturbing Fu Junyan's face in the firelight.

After a busy day, she was really tired. She stopped thinking about him and found a comfortable position. Lin Zhuwei lay on the ground and fell asleep.

Fu Junyan walked in in the firelight, and seeing her sleeping with a frown on her brows, he took off his cloak and covered her with it.

Then he turned around and went out, braving the rain to find some wet branches.

He patiently dried the firewood, and when he saw the flames weakening, he added some more firewood. He repeated this process over and over again throughout the night.

Looking at her round, soft, baby-like face, which was as white and smooth as jade, Fu Junyan's face was illuminated with a soft glow.

Most women consider thinness as beauty. She couldn't even be called beautiful, but for some reason, Fu Junyan found her particularly pleasing to the eye.

Of course, it would be better if her mouth wasn't as sharp as a knife.

This woman dares to offend anyone and say anything.

Fu Junyan pulled the corners of his lips and smiled helplessly, complaining in his heart, but the tenderness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows could not be concealed.