Your Miss Su is blackened

The records in those diaries stop there.

But Fu Moxing thought that her mood should be more than that.

Later, when he forced her to donate blood to Su Ling'er, who was eight months pregnant, she must have collapsed to the point where she no longer had the desire to complain and criticize in her diary, she was extremely desperate, that's all.

Every time he looked at that diary, Fu Moxing's heart throbbed with pain.

He has reflected and regretted countless times, and even realized her affectionate devotion belatedly.

It turned out that Su Wan once loved him so deeply and did not expect anything in return.

However, he gave her all the hurt.

He didn't even protect his wife at the most basic level, so...she died unexpectedly.

……

Six pm.

After taking a shower, Shizheng came out of the bathroom in pajamas, ready to blow-dry her hair, apply a mask, and then put on makeup.

At this time, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

She looked down at her pajamas, it wasn't a revealing style, but it was still a bit sexy, did she just wear it like this to open the door for Fu Moxing? !
After thinking for a second, she stepped forward resolutely and walked towards the door.

There is a high probability that Fu Moxing will not fall in love with her and sleep with her just because she is wearing a suspender nightdress. Besides, even if that happens, she would like to hear it.

Shizheng opened the door.

When Fu Moxing saw her appearing in his line of sight in suspender pajamas, his eyes narrowed.

Her half-wet hair and water droplets slid down her neck, and her fair face looked younger without makeup.

The woman smiled at him, charming and coquettish.

The man returned to his senses, and his eyes became calm again.

He handed her the box in his hand: "Azheng, here are the clothes for you, just change into them later, it's time for us to set off."

Shi Zheng took it over: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu."

She suddenly wanted to laugh a little.

Obviously, she proposed to call each other closer, but she couldn't call out a line "Ah Xing" as if nothing had happened. On the contrary, he, Azheng, Azheng was extremely proficient in calling.

Fu Moxing turned around after Shizheng took off his clothes.

Shizheng closed the door.

She recalled the look in his eyes just now, and silently curled her lips.

The woman opened the clothes and took a look, only to think that Mr. Fu has good taste.

Shi Zheng turned around and walked towards the dressing table, continuing what she was doing just now.

Outside the door, Fu Moxing's mind was full of Shizheng wearing a suspender nightdress just now, and he couldn't erase it.

Her skin was really white, as if it would turn red when touched by a finger.

When the water droplets from her hair flowed down her neck, people couldn't help but guess what kind of graceful figure was under the fabric.

There are even...some images appearing uncontrollably one after another.

Fu Moxing suddenly felt dry mouth.

He stood in the corridor, closed his eyes and breathed steadily, then took out a cigarette from his trousers pocket and lit it.

……

About an hour later, there was movement on the second floor.

Fu Moxing, who had been sitting on the sofa waiting for a long time, raised his eyes and looked over after hearing the voice.

Surprise flashed across the man's eyes.

The light blue starry sky gauze skirt was ankle-length, covering the scars on her legs. The tube top style made her collarbone sexy and beautiful. The skirt was also designed with a waistline, showing her perfect figure to the fullest.

The beauty... is breathtaking.

With a smile on Shi Zheng's lips, after going downstairs, he walked to Fu Moxing and turned around: "This dress fits me very well. Mr. Fu has a good eye. What do you think, is it beautiful?"