How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

"Fan Wujiu, don't..." Jiang Luo's voice trembled a little, and she tried to push him away, but he gently held her hand and pressed it against the wall.

Fan Wujiu lowered his head, his nose almost touching Jiang Luo's forehead, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Xiao Luo, do you know how long I have endured? Every time I see you and Huo Yancheng together, I can't wait to snatch you away."

Jiang Luo's heart suddenly trembled, and his breathing became rapid. He thought things were finally getting exciting, so he hesitated to speak, and finally turned into a weak murmur: "We... can't do this..."

Fan Wujiu's fingertips gently stroked Jiang Luo's cheek, then slid to his chin and slightly lifted his face. His eyes fell on Jiang Luo's lips, with an irresistible aggression in his eyes.

"Why not?" Fan Wujiu's voice was low and gentle, as if it contained some kind of temptation, "You obviously have me in your heart, don't you?"

Jiang Luo's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart beat faster. He wanted to deny it, but his body involuntarily moved closer to Fan Wujiu, as if attracted by his breath.

Fan Wujiu's lips gently touched the corner of Jiang Luo's lips and kissed him tentatively. Jiang Luo's breathing stagnated and his body trembled slightly, but he did not push him away. Fan Wujiu's kiss gradually deepened, from gentle to passionate, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into this kiss.

Jiang Luo's hand unconsciously grasped Fan Wujiu's collar, his fingertips trembling slightly. His mind was struggling, but his body had already betrayed him and responded to Fan Wujiu's kiss.

Fan Wujiu's hand slid from Jiang Luo's cheek to his waist, and he gently embraced him and pulled him closer. Their bodies pressed tightly together, and the temperature was transmitted through the clothes, as if they were going to melt each other.

"Xiao Luo..." Fan Wujiu's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of suppressed desire, "I don't want to wait any longer."

Jiang Luo's breathing became rapid, and his eyes were blurry and wet. It was as if his mind was on the verge of collapse, but deep in his heart there was an irresistible desire.

"Fan Wujiu...we...can't..." Jiang Luo's voice was weak and trembling, as if he was struggling.

Fan Wujiu's kiss fell again, blocking his unfinished words. His kiss was overbearing and unyielding, yet so gentle that it broke his heart. Jiang Luo's hands gradually loosened his collar and instead wrapped around his neck, as if responding silently.

The air in the room became hot, and the two people's breaths intertwined, as if they were going to devour each other. Fan Wujiu's hand gently stroked Jiang Luo's back, and the warmth of his fingertips made him tremble.

"Xiao Luo, you are mine..." Fan Wujiu's voice was low and firm, as if declaring some unshakable fact.

Jiang Luo was finally completely immersed in this seemingly real and fake plot. He tried his best to cater to her, making their bodies closer, closer, and deeper...

The night is alluring, and waves of fragrant floral scent fill the room, which is the unique fragrance of orchids.

Like the aphrodisiac poppy, it seeped into the bones of both of them.

This makes the night of lingering love even more unforgettable and crazy.

Late at night, after this absurd scene, Jiang Luo looked at the mess on the bed and listened to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. He chuckled helplessly and took out his phone to send a message to Huo Yancheng: "Have you gotten off the plane?"

Two more photos were attached at the end, showing Ahan and Anuan being held in the arms of the nanny.

He added: "Dad has found a nanny, they will take good care of them together with Dad."

Huo Yancheng did not reply to the message. He might be busy or asleep. His company was big enough, and he had been helping him develop the ghost village, so there was a lot of work piled up.

Jiang Luo was a little sleepy and didn't continue waiting for the message. By the time Huo Yancheng sent him the video, he had already fallen asleep.

Coincidentally, Fan Wujiu came out of the bathroom at this time. Hearing Jiang Luo's phone ringing, he picked it up and said unhappily, "He's asleep. Can't we not disturb him to rest?"

Huo Yancheng looked at the shirtless Fan Wujiu and the purple and red scratches on his chest, and immediately understood something. He said with displeasure: "If you want him to have a good rest, don't do these excessive things."

Fan Wujiu chuckled: "Are you jealous?"

Huo Yancheng said: "If I were jealous, I would not let you live in my house. Fan Wujiu, don't judge me with your mean heart."

Fan Wujiu suddenly felt a little bit reluctant. He should tell him the truth. They were just different personalities of the same person. Would Huo Yancheng feel better then?

If Jiang Luo could find his immortal root, they could become one, and then there would be no need for jealousy between them.

Fan Wujiu said: "Don't be sad, maybe we can face each other soon."

I think he is still a little reluctant. As an independent individual at this time, there is actually nothing wrong with it.

The next morning, when Jiang Luo woke up, he found a two-minute call record on his phone.

He sent a message to Huo Yancheng with a headache: "What nonsense did Fan Wujiu talk to you about?"

Huo Yancheng replied quickly: "I don't care. Don't be embarrassed by his behavior."

Jiang Luo finally understood the troubles of ancient men having three wives and four concubines. Having many wives is not necessarily a good thing for a man, and having too many husbands makes things even more difficult.

These two are two personalities in the same person, and it's already stressful enough for him. If there is one more, he will be overwhelmed!

Although Huo Yancheng kept telling him not to care about it, he still couldn't help but care about it. It was really stressful.

Jiang Luo cleared his throat and said, "How many days will you stay there?"

Huo Yancheng replied: "About seven days. I just had a video call with my dad, and he said he would send us photos of the two little ones in the group every day. Why do I feel like they are growing so fast? It's only the third day, and their faces feel fuller."

Jiang Luo stood up and walked towards the sun room. He hadn't seen Fan Wujiu so early in the morning and didn't know where he had gone.

In the sunroom, the two little guys woke up, and Jiang Luo's plant successfully merged with Jiang Luo after the spiritual fruit fell off the stem.

After fusing with the original body, Jiang Luo gained some more skills. Originally, he had both cold and yin spiritual roots, and after fusing with the plant, he gained some wood-related skills.

The wood element is a skill he inherited from his ancestors of the Youlan clan. Although it is not as powerful as other spiritual roots, it has also reached a rare period of enlightenment.

This surprised Jiang Luo very much, and he asked Qian Ling: "Besides promoting the growth of plants, what other uses does the wood-related ability have?"

Qian Ling tilted his head and said, "Healing! Don't you know? Wood-based magic is the most powerful healing energy. It can heal wounds quickly. It is more than ten times stronger than other healing abilities."

Jiang Luo nodded, thinking to himself, how could I be so worthy as to combine the three types of cultivation in one.

After hugging Ahan and Anuan again, Jiang Luo contacted Xia Kucao and planned to meet in the ghost village first, then go to the treasure house to get some things, and planned to spend a week looking for the legendary Lingxiao Realm.

According to Xia Kucao, they wanted to cultivate a new spiritual root to replace the fire spiritual root in Fan Wujiu's body.

To cultivate this new spiritual root, three conditions must be met. One is that it must be able to produce spiritual objects above the Jindan level, one is that the spiritual energy of this place must not have leaked, and the third and most important one is that it requires a powerful magic weapon as a guide, and this magic weapon must be a magic weapon of the same attributes as the spiritual root you want.

Now that they have satisfied the third one, they will embark on a journey to find the other two.

Arriving at the ghost village, Jiang Luo saw long queues of tourists again. The ghost village had become very famous in the past two days and had even become a hot topic in the tourism section of H City.

At this time, Jiang Luo sat down at a street food stall in the ghost village. The person selling snacks was an acquaintance of his, Yu Niang, whom Yuan Haokun and his friends had rescued from the haunted house last time.

Yu Niang and her twenty or so sisters opened this dessert shop, specializing in selling light meals and drinks.

The so-called light meals are those that have no calories at all after eating, which means you just eat for nothing and there is no need to worry about gaining weight.

And because they add some energy that can maintain normal metabolism of the human body, there is no need to worry about malnutrition. You can lose three to five kilograms by eating it for a week.

Jiang Luo ordered a steak braised in red wine and a cup of milk tea, and sat in the restaurant waiting for Xia Ku Cao.

Xia Kucao arrived soon. Seeing this, he also ordered the same meal and said with a relaxed and happy face: "Your place is great! I still like places with people. I had a great time in the bar last night. The dance performed by Miss Bai was so beautiful, as vivid as a snake fairy!"

Jiang Luo knew that Xia Kucao was already enjoying himself, so he raised his eyebrows and said, "I asked you to come here to do some serious business. Should we set off now?"