It's not too late to love: Young Master Fu spoils his wife with strength

"Why did you let me live? Why didn't you let me die in prison?"

With each sentence to the dirge, the trembling of the voice grew stronger.

She hugged her body tightly, and felt for the first time that the winter in Jiangcheng was so long and so cold.

It was so cold that it hurt to breathe.

There has never been a time when Xiang Elegy thought this way, why don't you let me die in prison directly, let me die in prison, I won't get out of prison, I won't be so desperate to save my brother, and linger on my last breath alive by your side, enduring your endless torment.

It's not bad for me to die in prison, is it?Big deal, my brother died of a serious illness, and we were reunited underground.

The living room was not lit, and the moonlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fu Chengxun's face was gloomy and his eyes were cold.

He looked down at Xiang Elegy who was curled up on the ground, thinking of her questioning.

Why not let her die in prison?

Why did she have to be tortured by his side after she was released from prison? Is it because of hatred?Is it because she killed Qin Sixuan?
Fu Chengxun told himself yes.

But why, when he saw Mu Yihang gave her the check of [-] yuan, he was so angry, so angry, is it because of a man's innate desire to possess?

Or are there others too?
……

In the end, Xiang Elegy was carried into the bedroom by Fu Chengxun. During the whole process, she maintained an expression, did not struggle, did not speak, and she did not resist what Fu Chengxun did, whether it was helping her wash her body or putting her on the bed. bed.

Lying on the bed, huddled up to the elegy, closing her eyes, feeling the changes in every part of her body, obviously, Fu Chengxun had already washed her body, why did she feel that she seemed to be dirtier.

Someone hugged her body from behind, and she froze subconsciously.

The man didn't do anything else, but leaned into her ear, his voice was low, but his tone was as cold as ever.

"Xiang Elegy, I won't bother with you about what happened before today. In the future, if I find out what you have to do with Mu Yihang, your brother's life, I will go with my own hands, and you, Xiang Elegy, No matter how ruthless things are, I can do it."

……

The next morning, when Fu Chengxun woke up, Xiang Elegy was still sleeping.

With one hand propped up, he stared fixedly at her sleeping face.

His brows were furrowed, his face in pain.

Fu Chengxun's deep eyes became even deeper. Is she really in that pain?Is it so painful that you feel so restless even when you fall asleep?
After staring steadily for a few seconds, Fu Chengxun withdrew his gaze, raised the quilt on Xiang Elegy's body, and stepped forward to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

Downstairs, Aunt Wen had already prepared breakfast. Seeing Fu Chengxun coming down alone, she was a little puzzled: "Mr. Fu, Miss Xiang hasn't woken up yet?"

Fu Chengxun looked gloomy: "She's still sleeping, don't disturb her, breakfast is always hot, when she wakes up, eat it."

Aunt Wen saw that Fu Chengxun's face was not very good, so she didn't dare to ask more questions, but said respectfully: "Does Mr. Fu want breakfast?"

The man waved his hand: "No, I'm going to the company."

"Go, Mr. Fu."

Xiang Elegy fell asleep until one o'clock in the afternoon.

Because of Fu Chengxun's previous instructions, Aunt Wen didn't bother.