Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Jiang Manxue wanted to laugh, but her red lips were slightly pulled up, but she couldn't.

Fu Qingye frowned slightly, and hugged her into his arms.

The warm and tight embrace is so warm that Jiang Manxue can't help but want to sigh and cry.

Fu Qingye patted her on the back with a gentle voice, "If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. You don't have to think so much in front of me."

Jiang Manxue wrapped her arms around his waist, her face was buried more and more in this warm embrace, the moisture welled up in her eyes, and her voice choked slightly.

"I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that any shares are not important anymore. I don't want anything anymore. I just want to start again, I just want to leave easily. I want to be free, and I just want... to be with you."

Her voice was small, so weak, like a kitten, but it made Fu Qingye's heart soften instantly.

Soft to the depths, with distress, a burst of pantothenic acid.

He lowered his head slightly, and kissed her forehead and her earlobe lightly with a comforting meaning, "Okay, it's okay, it's best not to, we don't want anything."

Jiang Manxue's thin white fingers tightly grabbed Fu Qingye's clothes, and she wanted to cry more and more.

Gold, silver, and money are nothing, and they are all fetters.

In the past, she was obsessed with obsession, and she never wanted to let Lu Sichen relax.

But at the end of the day, I suddenly became tired.

Why should she chase after her like this, but she didn't let herself go.

Now that she has Fu Qingye, why bother to care so much about it? Life is the word of life.

She already has good things, so seize the moment and let the rest go.

Fu Qingye hugged her into his lap, her whole body was limp and limp, she looked more and more like a kitten, but her eyes were still red, and the pitiful smell made Fu Qingye's heart soften even more.

"Okay, okay, don't be sad."

Jiang Manxue also knew that she was ashamed, and she didn't want to raise her head to meet people anymore, so she just hugged Fu Qingye tightly, and muttered, "Are you laughing at me?"

Fu Qingye didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Jiang Manxue patted him on the shoulder lightly, "You must be laughing at me in your heart, making fun of me for giving up the shares, but still crying."

Fu Qingye cupped her cheeks and looked at each other.

The breath can be heard in the distance, intertwined with each other, a kind of blushing and charming gradually rippling.

"I will never laugh at you, you shed tears, I am more sad than you here."

Fu Qingye said, pointing to his heart with his finger, his voice was dignified, and his eyes were serious.

Jiang Manxue bit her red lips lightly, feeling moved in her heart.

But on the face he snorted and said: "A man's mouth is a deceit, who will believe it?"

Fu Qingye smiled lightly, rubbing his forehead against Jiang Manxue's, "Yes, yes, then, Miss Jiang Manxue, would you like me to deceive you?"

His voice is deep and magnetic, and it is intoxicating to people's ears, as if it has soaked into the bottom of my heart.

Jiang Manxue's cheeks became hot, and she didn't speak for a long time.

The two looked at each other, and there was a smile in each other's eyes. When the atmosphere was just right, Jiang Manxue suddenly felt a pain in her stomach, "Hiss..."

She let out a sigh, touching her stomach with her palm.

"what happened?"

Fu Qingye found out that she was wrong, and hurriedly asked.

Jiang Manxue touched her stomach, rubbed it, and suddenly froze, and the blush on her face became more and more intense.

It was the rose in early spring, it flew up the cheeks, and then gradually spread to the neck, colorful and beautiful.

She was ashamed, annoyed and ashamed, so ashamed that she couldn't raise her head to meet people.

"What's wrong? Is something uncomfortable?" Fu Qingye frowned, and wanted to call the family doctor.

Before he touched the phone with his fingers, he was suddenly taken aback, and looked at Jiang Manxue in disbelief.

"you……"

Jiang Manxue bit her lip, anxious and annoyed, "Don't say that! Put me down quickly."

Fu Qingye suddenly laughed, "Ha, I won't let you go."

Jiang Manxue became more and more anxious, but as soon as her stomach throbbed, a stream of heat rushed down, like the Yellow River bursting its embankment.

She really felt that in front of Fu Qingye, she lost all face and lost all face.

She actually... When she was sitting on Fu Qingye's body, she came to be my aunt! ! !
What a coincidence, so coincidental that she wished she could just punch a hole and get in there.

A rusty smell unique to blood wafted faintly, and Fu Qingye's pants were completely soaked in blood.

But instead of disliking him, he enjoyed it, and even teased Jiang Manxue leisurely.

"I won't let it go. Do you think this counts as our life-threatening friendship? After all, you bleed on me."

"You are not allowed to speak!!" Jiang Manxue was so ashamed that even the roots of her ears began to burn.

She covered Fu Qingye's mouth with her two small hands, and she was about to explode into a sea urchin.

"Let go of me quickly, I... I'm not feeling well, I'm going to deal with it."

Jiang Manxue twitched, her voice getting weaker and weaker.

Fu Qingye didn't tease her anymore, but he didn't let go. Instead, he hugged her even tighter and hugged her directly.

"Don't let it go, don't let it go."

He carried her directly to the lounge, and then called someone to deliver new clothes and sanitary products. After a long time of tossing, Jiang Manxue snuggled up to him and fell asleep on the bed in the lounge.

She slept soundly, as if she had let go of all her burdens, her brows were stretched, with a hint of toffee sweetness.

Fu Qingye's fingers unconsciously began to paint her face, from the tip of her eyebrows to the corners of her lips, a smile appeared in her eyes as she looked at her, and said softly to herself: "Don't be better, anyway, you will Nothing is missing."

I want to give you the best in the world, spoil you like a lawless princess, and let you no longer have to endure the trivial hardships in life.

When Jiang Manxue woke up, she realized that she had returned to Fu's house.

The sunshine outside the window is just right, it is clearly late autumn, but there is no scene of dead branches and leaves in Fu Zhai. The leaves of evergreen trees are rustling, but there is a warm smell in the warm sun.

Jiang Manxue subconsciously wanted to find Fu Qingye, as if she had a heart-to-heart connection, Fu Qingye just entered the house.

They just looked into each other's eyes.

Jiang Manxue pursed her lips and chuckled, her voice was soft and charming, "Aye."

Fu Qingye sat by the bed and touched her head, "Get up quickly, you will have a headache after sleeping for a long time. The art exhibition is about to start, you can take advantage of these few days to prepare, the studio has already replaced it with a new one." Paints and painting utensils, you can go and have a look."

Jiang Manxue's eyes froze, and then she remembered that Master Qian's art exhibition was indeed about to start, and she was about to start preparations.

What she had lost, she must get it back bit by bit with her own hands!

What's hers is hers, no one can take it away!