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

"Put the knife down."

"Put it down?" Xiang Elegy repeated his words, and suddenly put the knife on his right hand: "Mr. Fu, why are you worried, are you afraid that I will insert the knife into your body like I did in the black market before?"

"Do you dare?" Fu Chengxun looked gloomy, and his tone was cold: "Xiang Elegy, if you dare to do things that hurt yourself without my permission, I will immediately stop your brother's treatment immediately." .”

The knife on the elegiac is just placed on the right hand, but there is no actual movement.

She raised her eyes and looked at Fu Chengxun with a helpless expression: "Yes, I really dare not, after all, my brother's life is still in the hands of Mr. Fu."

Fu Chengxun stepped forward, held her hand, and snatched the unsightly fruit knife from her hand.

In fact, it was a robbery, but it was not, because at the moment Fu Chengxun touched the handle of the knife, Xiang Elegy let go of his hand.

Looking at his hands, he saw that the man's hand was still on his wrist, and he spoke softly to Elegy, his eyes were light: "Mr. Fu, you took the knife away, what are you still holding my hand for?"

Thinking of Xiang Elegy holding a fruit knife just now, with a face full of fear, Fu Chengxun subconsciously squeezed her hand: "You are all mine, what right do you have to care if I hold your hand?"

The arrogant and ruthless words made Xiang Elegy stunned for a second, and then smiled lightly: "Yes, I was wrong, thank you Mr. Fu for reminding me, let me remember, I am just a plaything in Mr. Insult when you insult, abuse when you want to abuse, not afraid of location, not afraid of time."

Thinking of what happened in the living room of the villa that night, Xiang Elegy closed his eyes, only to feel that the pain in his heart was even more uncomfortable.

Fu Chengxun didn't speak, his flickering eyes fell on her face.

After a while, he pulled her up from the ground with all his strength, and hugged her into his arms: "Why are you sitting on the ground?"

Fu Chengxun avoided the topic, paused at the elegy, and then smiled indifferently: "Those who didn't sit down just sat on the ground. Could it be that Mr. Fu wants to punish me for such a small matter?"

Fu Chengxun's emotions are deep and unpredictable, but he is not a temperless person. He ridiculed Xiang Elegy again and again, which made him feel irritable for no reason.

He put more strength in his hands and held Xiang Elegy's waist tightly, with obvious anger on his face: "Xiang Elegy, don't put your nose on your face, who gave you the courage to speak to me like this?"

Xiang Elegy was frightened by the look on Fu Chengxun's face, and she thought of Fu Chengxun last night.

Pursing her lips, she finally didn't dare to say more. Fu Chengxun is a man who can do everything. It was so hard for her to get to this point. She can't live up to this difficulty.

……

Xiang Elegy was brought out of the cemetery by Fu Chengxun. On the way back, the man who had been sitting silently in the driver's seat suddenly asked, "Why do you suddenly want to come to the cemetery?"

He lowered his head to Elegy, playing with his right hand.

Sometimes, she felt that she seemed to be becoming more and more perverted. Her right hand was a pain she could never get over in her life, but she didn't know when it started, she seemed to have developed a habit of playing with her right hand when she had nothing to do.

It seems that this can always remind her of certain things.

"Come whenever you want." Her voice was soft, with a hint of casualness in it.