A billionaire CEO only loves his wife, his stand-in

"President." At this time, Secretary Song rushed in with his bodyguards, "President, how should we deal with this person?"

"Send him in and have someone take good care of him." Fu Nancheng's deep voice was flat, without any emotion.

"Yes."

Fu Nancheng turned around and came to Su Ci. He took off his black coat and put it on her fragile shoulders, wrapping her up. "Are you okay?"

The coat was filled with his warm body temperature, and Su Ci, who was wrapped in it, felt that this body temperature was quickly pressed onto her slightly cool skin. She looked at him and shook her head, "It's okay, your hand is bleeding and needs to be bandaged as soon as possible. "

As soon as she said these words, Fu Nancheng had already picked her up.

The sudden dizziness made Su Ci stagnant. After reacting, she began to struggle, "Mr. Fu, what are you doing? Put me down. I can walk by myself. Your hand is injured."

Fu Nancheng still had the bloodthirsty and violent aura in his eyes. He curled his lips and said, "If you move again, hiss, your hands will hurt."

Hiss, my hand hurts.

There was a hint of laughter in his lazy tone, which sounded like he was teasing her.

Su Ci immediately stopped moving.

Fu Nancheng carried her out and carried her to his Rolls-Royce Phantom luxury car.

…………

In the silent carriage.

Su Ci sat in the passenger seat, opened the small medical kit, and began to treat his wounds.

His palm was full of blood, and the bloody opening drawn by the blade was deep, and the white flesh inside was turned out, which was shocking to everyone who saw it.

Su Ci moved very gently and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

The girl looked up at him with her stunning little palm-sized face, her eyes watery, as if she hurt him. Fu Nancheng nodded, "Yes, it hurts."

"Then I'll blow it to you."

She lowered her head and blew on his wound.

Fu Nancheng was amused by her childish behavior, "Do you think you blew a breath of fairy air?"

"...Then what do you want?"

Fu Nancheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette pack and held it on his thin lips. He glanced at her lightly and said, "My hand hurts, can't you hurt me?"

He let her hurt him.

Su Ci blushed and did not answer the question. She reached out and took away the cigarette he was holding on her thin lips, "You are injured now, so stop smoking."

She put the cigarette back into the pack.

Fu Nancheng laughed angrily, held her charming little face with his big hands and dragged it under his eyes. He took a good look at her. She was so beautiful. "She is so beautiful that even men care about her at such a young age."

Su Ci curled her fingertips, knowing that he liked her face too, "Mr. Fu, thank you for today."

"How do you thank me?" He raised his eyebrows.

Su Ci stared at her with wet eyes, "Literally thank you."

Fu Nancheng pinched her cheeks, pinched her red mouth into an "O" shape, opened her mouth a little, and saw the red tongue and white teeth inside, which made his throat roll, "You have figured out how to play the white wolf with empty gloves. "

The cotton swab in Su Ci's hand poked his wound hard.

hiss.

Fu Nancheng was so painful that he let go.

Su Ci lowered her head and continued to concentrate on treating his wounds.

Fu Nancheng wanted to smoke again, but remembered that she didn't allow it, so he had to give up.

After treating the wound, Fu Nancheng drove back. Su Ci sat in the passenger seat, closed her eyes in a daze, and fell asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning. She found herself sleeping on a soft big bed. This was the Longshuiwan Villa. Fu Nancheng lived here after the two broke up. This was his master bedroom. .

knock knock.

Then there was a knock on the door.