Contract marriage, don't be tempted, President

Fu Cheng returned to the villa and turned on the lights in the living room. The smell of alcohol filled the room. Lin Yahui curled up on the sofa with a bottle of wine in her arms.

Well, he shouldn't have come back today.

He walked over quickly and stopped her

"Little Wood? What happened?"

Lin Yahui threw down the wine in her hand, her tone aggrieved

"Brother Cheng, is there really someone more suitable than me, Ah Xing?"

Fu Cheng frowned

"Who told you that? Little Jane?"

"Well... Doctor Jian said that I would bring danger and trouble to Ah Xing, and said that he had someone who was more suitable than me and wanted us to separate."

Fu Cheng sighed helplessly and sat down beside her.

"Even if he did, he wouldn't divorce you to marry her. Besides, if he liked someone else, there would be no need for the old man to arrange a marriage for you two, and he wouldn't marry you either."

"So he really has..."

"No, you are the most suitable person for him."

Lin Yahui looked up with tears on her face

"Really"

Fu Cheng tapped her on the head gently.

"When have I ever lied to you? Okay, go upstairs and go to bed. Don't think too much."

"understood"

But she drank too much, and she stood up in a daze and almost fell.

"Ugh"

Fu Cheng stood up, picked her up, carried her on his shoulders, and threw her back onto the bed in the bedroom.

Just as he was about to leave, Lin Yahui suddenly reached out and grabbed him.

"So what?"

Lin Yahui tried to pull him towards her, but couldn't move him. She muttered something under her breath.

Fu Cheng had no choice but to sit back on the bed.

"What?"

Perhaps sensing that there was someone beside the bed, Lin Yahui leaned over, then forced herself to stand up and made a very bold move.

She actually sat directly on Fu Cheng's waist, and her whole body fell on him.

Fu Cheng narrowed his eyes and spoke in a dangerous tone.

"Little Wood, do you know what you are doing?"

"Axing..."

Lin Yahui murmured softly

Fu Cheng sneered. Did he think he was Fu Yexing? He was really drunk.

Lin Yahui seemed to sense something was wrong, and she whispered, "Did you change your perfume?"

Fu Cheng and Fu Yexing usually wear perfume. However, Fu Yexing prefers classical perfume, while Fu Cheng prefers light perfume.

If it were normal, she would be able to tell the difference, but now she was drunk, her mind was full of Fu Yexing, and she had no time to consider other possible

It was precisely because she was so drunk that she had no intention of taking the next step. She leaned on Fu Cheng's shoulder and fell asleep.

Noticing her soft breathing, Fu Cheng moved sideways and got her off him.

But her hand still held his sleeve tightly.

Well, he can't think of resting today.

Thinking of this, he resigned himself to taking out Fu Yexing's computer to handle his work.

One or two of them are not worry-free

When Lin Yahui woke up, it was already past nine o'clock the next morning.

Seeing Fu Cheng next to her, she was startled at first, then realized that her action was inappropriate and silently withdrew her hand.

Seeing him closing his eyes to rest, she quietly reached out her hand.

Before I could touch his abdominal muscles, someone grabbed my wrist.

"woke up?"

"Brother Cheng, you...are not asleep yet?"

"Have you forgotten how you pestered me last night?"

Lin Yahui pursed her lips and thought carefully.

It seemed like she... mistook him for Fu Yexing last night, and then had sex with him?

Thinking of this, she hid in the quilt in shame, not daring to look at him.

"I...I didn't mean it."

"You should be glad that I'm your brother, and you should also be glad that you're at home instead of in a bar."

"Yes"

"Okay, get up and pack up, I'm going to buy food"