Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

Fu Zicong himself was taken aback for a moment, obviously feeling that the two of them were angry, but when he saw Sheng Nuan begging himself like this, he couldn't refuse, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Are you really going to go with him?" Bao Siyan's tough tone revealed a little hurt, and Sheng Nuan could hear the meaning of begging.

Her heart throbbed, and she froze in place, as if unable to move.

At this time Xiao Heng arrived, the sweaty one.

He wiped the sweat from his brow. He had heard Fang Yingying tell the whole story just now, and it turned out that the scene of the two people's PK had already appeared.

She wanted to take a look with excitement, but she didn't expect to see this scene, the boss was KO?
what's the situation?
I go.

He hurried over: "Boss, what's the situation? You actually let go, aren't you joking with me?"

According to the kind of person like the boss who never gives up until he achieves his goal, why did he let Fu Zicong take him away so easily today?

That's the young lady, not someone else!

He wanted to roar, who gave you the courage, Liang Jingru?
Bao Siyan lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes hurt a little, he knew that this time he really hurt her.

Xiao Heng originally wanted to complain, but when he saw the sad look of the boss, he sighed: "Oh, boss, don't be like this anymore."

He stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said, "A man, there is no obstacle that he can't overcome. How about this, drink a few more glasses of wine today, and when you wake up tomorrow, think of a way."

Bao Siyan said flatly, "Do you think I will let them go?"

"Ok?"

"My woman, I'm committed!" Bao Siyan narrowed his eyes slightly, his whole aura was fully opened, like a falcon waiting to prey.

Xiao Heng was stunned for a second, then gasped, so the boss did it on purpose?
"Then why are you doing this?"

"You'll know when the time comes." Bao Siyan twitched the corner of his mouth into a smirk.

Since the little wild cat is injured, let her hide for a while and lick the wound.He waits until the right moment to strike.

Xiao Heng gave a thumbs up, awesome!

It just seems a little bad to do so.

Fang Yingying over there also nodded, no wonder that girl couldn't play with others.

People are black-bellied and the index is rising.

She hurriedly sent a message to Sheng Nuan: "I said dear, you must be careful of your big bad wolf, he will be ready to attack at any time."

At this time, Sheng Nuan's cell phone just ran out of battery, and only saw Fang Yingying sent her this message, but did not see the content.

She has arrived at Fu Zicong's house.

"Come in and sit down."

Sheng Nuan nodded, the spirit of wine just now was still there, his eyes were not very good, and he bumped into Fu Zicong accidentally, and almost fell on Fu Zicong's body.

This is the first time the two of them have had close contact.

Fu Zicong only felt his heart beating faster, he subconsciously wanted to hug her, but he knew that the person in his heart was not him.

His mood sank little by little.

"Nuannuan." His tone softened.

The tip of Sheng Nuan's nose was sour, and tears wanted to fall again.

"Hey, don't cry."

"What are you doing? Can't I cry? Haven't you ever seen a girl cry?"

"I've seen it before, but there is no one who cries so ugly like you."

"What?" Sheng Nuan's eyes widened, and he almost kicked him.

Fu Zicong smiled and said, "Look at yourself, I need a mirror for you, your nose is running out from crying, and there are eye dropsy. Hey, I don't even want to talk about you."

This cheap tone made Sheng Nuan seem to have returned to the way they were fighting and having fun before, and she also relaxed, leaning on the sofa all of a sudden, feeling lazy.

Tears also kept little by little.

"Don't cry." Fu Zicong took a tissue, "If you don't wipe it, I will wipe it for you."

"Don't, don't, don't." Fu Zicong's hand would scratch her face.

She obediently complied and stopped crying.

Seeing her like this, Fu Zicong nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, I'm not afraid of the cold because I wore so little just now." He casually threw away a coat of hers.

"I said your coat is so ugly, it looks like a military coat."

"Don't force yourself, just put it on, or you will freeze to death, and your family will feel sorry for you again." When he said the last sentence, Fu Zicong felt sour in his heart.

Sheng Nuan snorted coldly: "Don't mention him to me!"

Now mentioning that guy's name made her angry.

"What's going on?"

"What else could it be?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, she felt wronged in her heart.

"All right, all right." Fu Zicong patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let me make you a cup of tea, and talk to me slowly."

"I don't want tea."

"Yes, you like milk tea." Fu Zicong nodded.

She leaned against the sofa and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

As soon as Fu Zicong came out of the kitchen, he saw her collapsed on his sofa and fell asleep.

The orange light hit her face, casting a soft luster, her quiet appearance was like a little angel.

It seems that many, many times, he fantasizes that she can appear in his home and then become the hostess of this home.

But he also knew it was a luxury.

Fu Zicong bent down slowly, gently stroking her hair in front of her, looking at her tightly furrowed brows, feeling very distressed.

Damn, that Anren is really, the girl he is so reluctant to let go, actually suffered such harm from him?

It seems that this time he can't let go.

At least one must not watch her step by step into such an abyss.

"Hmm..." Sheng Nuan muttered something in his sleep.

He leaned over to listen, but at this moment, Sheng Nuan stretched out his hand and wrapped it around his neck.

With a pull, the distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed.

Fu Zicong's breathing sank, he never expected such a scene to happen to you.

He just felt his heart beating faster.

The person I have always had a crush on is right in front of me, especially that small mouth that mutters, like a seductive rose petal, tempting him bit by bit.

"I..." Fu Zicong swallowed his saliva, a little bit unable to hold back.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Well, don't go..."

Terrible, don't you know that saying such a thing will make people dreamy?