Mu Wan was greedy for pleasure, and the big boss in the Beijing circle got away with it

Fu Sichen crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against the door frame, looking lazy and casual, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Lou Chi walked out of the ward, patted his shoulder and whispered, "Your little kitty is sad, be gentle."

In the huge ward, the little milk cat sat huddled on the edge of the bed, its head drooped, its hair messy and scattered, and its shoulders trembling slightly.

She bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from crying.

Tears as big as beans fell one after another, hitting the floor and shattering.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her body, mottled the injured side of her face.

In the dim afterglow, she was as thin as white jade, as if she would break at any time.

Fu Sichen opened his long legs and swung in front of her. He raised his hands and put his arms around her shoulders, pressing the poor little girl in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, my waist and abdomen suddenly tightened.

The ice pack on her head slid down and stuck to his abdomen. The cold ice cubes caressed his abdominal muscles through a thin layer of shirt, giving him a "sour" feeling.

He raised his hand to arrange the ice pack for her, and his waist was suddenly hugged tightly.

The little pitiful boy cried "Wow".

The torrent of tears wetted his shirt.

He hated the tears of cowardice the most.

If Zhao Xingyue was beaten outside and came back to cry in front of him, he would beat his worthless nephew to death.

Seeing her crying like this after being wronged, I couldn't explain how I felt.

As long as she cried, he stood beside the hospital bed.

My legs are numb!

Luo Shuwan was tired of crying and had enough. She let go of his waist, lowered her head and said awkwardly, "I lost control of my emotions. I'm sorry, Doctor Lou."

Fu Sichen's face darkened, "Take a good look at who I am."

A low and angry voice floated into his ears from the top of his head. Luo Shuwan's heart trembled and he did not dare to raise his head.

Fu Sichen pinched her chin and forced her to look at him, "Do you see clearly?"

Meeting his cold gaze, Luo Shuwan swallowed nervously, "Look, see clearly."

Fu Sichen shook her off and said, "It's so dirty. Go wash it off."

Seeing his disgusted expression, Luo Shuwan came up with a plan. He took the paper on the bedside and blew his nose carelessly in front of him, deliberately making a loud noise.

"Mr. Fu, you don't know me. I'm such a slovenly person."

"I don't like to take baths. I don't wash my feet before going to bed. My hair is so oily that I only wash it once."

Luo Shuwan said, curled up his legs and started picking at his feet, "Can a boss as exquisite as you accept my sloppiness?"

Fu Sichen laughed angrily at her, with amusement in his eyes, "What a coincidence, I think it's fun to dig through trash cans recently."

"..." Luo Shuwan stared at him and cursed: You are the trash can!

Fu Gou suddenly leaned close to her and placed his arms on her sides, trapping her in his arms.

To get away from him, she lay back.

But he pursued her until she was pressed on the bed.

She huddled her hands in front of her chest and stared at him warily, "W-what do you want to do? I've already been like this, you're not still thinking about that, are you?!"

Fu Sichen glanced at the injuries on her body and teased, "It's really hard to swallow when you are so dirty."

Luo Shuwan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. That was great. He would be so sloppy every day from now on.

"From now on, anyone who dares to touch you will be beaten back." Fu Sichen gently flicked the big bulge on her head.

"Ah!!!" Luo Shuwan covered his head and cried in pain.

She complained angrily, "You touched me!"

Fu Sichen tilted his head and looked at her, his lips slightly raised, his eyes playful, as if he was waiting to see if she had the guts.