Seduction! Mr. Fu, who is abstinent, is moved.

He stayed on the bed for a long time and reacted, then hurriedly chased him out.

There was no color on Fu Sihan's face and his pajamas were messy. After leaving the master bedroom, he went straight to the study, raised his leg and kicked open the door. He took out a dark pistol from the drawer of the sandalwood table and stumbled about to shoot it. Walk up the stairs at the corner.

His teeth chattered with hatred. As he walked, he loaded the pistol. The clicking sound was particularly clear in the dark night. Shu Yihuan shivered, cold sweat fell down, and a chill climbed up his body.

Fu Sihan, is this a nightmare?

Or is the neurological disease Fu Zhou mentioned happening today?

There was no time to think about it. Fu Sihan was absolutely not allowed to go out in this state. Shu Yihuan was so frightened that she ran after him and shouted at his tall back.

"Fu Sihan, what are you doing?!"

This sound...

Fu Sihan's steps froze.

Looking at the gun in his hand, Shu Yihuan sweated nervously, her chest kept rising and falling. After hesitating for a few moments, she slowly walked in his direction. She swallowed twice and tried to make her voice sound calm.

"What time is it already? Let's go back to bed, okay?"

Fu Sihan slowly turned around, and Shu Yihuan was standing on the stairs not far from him. Her face was as cold as she remembered. She stretched out her hand towards him. With a clang, the black pistol rolled down the stairs. It was definitely her. Finally, as if he had found his backbone, he murmured her name, stepped forward again, grabbed her hand, and held her tightly in his arms.

"Huanhuan, Shu Yihuan," he shouted her name randomly, sniffing and absorbing her breath, holding her tightly in his arms, feeling her heartbeat and body temperature, "I was wrong, don't leave , don’t go.”

Shu Yihuan didn't know if he was awake now, but fortunately, there was no weapon in his hand to hurt people, and the fear in his heart was reduced a lot. After hesitating for a few seconds, his hand touched his back, and his voice was stiff, "Hmm." made a sound.

Her response was a rare good medicine for Fu Sihan. As expected, his tense nerves slowly relaxed, and his mood gradually became calmer. He changed his violent appearance from being furious and crazy just now, and allowed her to lead him back to his normal state. Arrive at the master bedroom.

She was embedded in his arms, her hands were wrapped in his palms, and the two bodies were inseparably attached to each other. Only then did Fu Sihan feel safe. He slowly closed his eyes and heard a steady breathing.

But Shu Yihuan was sweating. She couldn't forget the scene she just saw. Her heart was still beating. She thought that what Fu Zhou said to her was just a trick to ease the relationship between her and Fu Sihan. , I didn’t expect it to be true... Fu Sihan seems to be really sick...

She couldn't imagine what kind of riots would happen after he went out if she hadn't stopped him just now.

After experiencing such a thing, Shu Yihuan didn't feel sleepy at all. He kept his eyes open almost all the time. It wasn't until dawn that he felt a little sleepy and took a nap for a while.

The next day, Fu Sihan woke up with a splitting headache and his temples were beating. He seemed to have had a nightmare last night. The wedding five years ago and the sudden disappearance of Shu Yihuan yesterday were randomly intertwined. It was chaotic. All he knew was Shu Yihuan left again, and he went to find her to avenge her.

Looking at the sleeping woman lying next to him, Fu Sihan twitched his thin lips in a self-deprecating way. He thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night. Maybe he was too afraid to leave her, but fortunately, it was just a dream.

She was still with him.

His eyes were gentle, and after quietly pressing a good morning kiss on her lips, he walked out of the bedroom. The corridor was long, the study door on the same floor was wide open, the floor was full of documents, and the sandalwood drawer was opened, with a gun. Gone!

The air solidified in an instant.

Fragments of fragments flashed by. Thinking of that weird nightmare, Fu Sihan's expression suddenly changed. He quickly turned around and came downstairs, where he saw the loaded pistol!

Last night, he seemed to be sick again! ! !

In fact, this was not the first time that this happened. In the five years since Shu Yihuan left, it had happened many times intermittently, scaring many servants, so he simply quit his job and lived alone in Jingyuan.

Until later, when Shu Yihuan returned to him, the number of attacks gradually decreased, so long that he almost forgot about it. Unexpectedly, last night...

His pupils instantly darkened, Fu Sihan picked it up, gripped the handle of the gun hard, and pressed his thin lips tightly into a straight line.

He had never seen himself sick, but he knew it would be ugly.

Did Shu Yihuan see it?

Her sleep has always been deep, maybe not?

Fu Sihan's memory of last night was very vague. He couldn't remember whether Shu Yihuan noticed it. If she did, would she be even more disgusted with him? My heart suddenly became filled with panic and anxiety, and I fell into a feeling of extreme self-loathing.

His face was extremely ugly, and he kept wandering back and forth on the carpet in the living room, as if he was being fried in a pan. His fingers couldn't help but touch his lips, and his teeth were biting in panic, and he didn't even know he was bleeding.

If Shu Yihuan really saw it, how should he explain...

If I had known earlier, he would have installed surveillance cameras in Jingyuan.

"Fu Sihan, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a clear female voice came from upstairs.

Fu Sihan was startled and subconsciously hid the pistol behind his back. He raised his head suddenly and saw Shu Yihuan standing on the transparent glass fence on the second floor. She was wearing a white silk suspender nightgown. Her long hair was casually scattered on her chest. Her eyebrows were clear and cold, and her eyes were cold. It was covered with the faint morning mist in the forest, so hazy that I couldn't distinguish my emotions.

"I'm thinking about something about the company."

Fu Sihan told a little lie and changed the subject, "Why did you get up so early?"

Shu Yihuan saw clearly what he had just done, but she did not expose it.

"I'm not feeling sleepy, I just got up."

At this point, she paused and said, "Your face doesn't look very good..."

"Is there any?" Fu Sihan stiffly pulled his lips.

"Yes," with the words on the tip of her tongue, Shu Yihuan's face changed and she said euphemistically, "If you feel uncomfortable, go see a doctor."

Is she... caring about him?

Thinking of this, Fu Sihan's heart trembled, his mind swayed slightly, his thin lips curled up, and a beautiful smile bloomed, "Okay."

His eyes were burning. Shu Yihuan was the first to look away and turned to go back to wash up. Then as if she had thought of something, she added again, "Remember to go and see him. Don't get sick and infect the children."

"it is good."

Fu Sihan felt satisfied for a while.

He brainwashed himself. Although Shu Yihuan was worried that he would get sick and infect his children, she still hoped that her body would be fine, right?