After rebirth, I was hugged and kissed by a crazy boss

The next day.

Yan Qing felt itchy on her face. She opened her eyes and saw that the restless big hand had not been retracted yet, and its fingertips were still resting between her eyebrows.

And she was lying in Fu Wangjin's arms, her head resting on his arm.

The man leaned against the head of the bed with his upper body naked, looking down at Yan Qing, and a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Where are you touching?"

Yan Qing's wrist was held, her face turned red, and she jumped up.

"Let me see how your injury is..."

Fu Wangjin curled his lips and smiled.

"Oh, I see. I thought you were trying to take advantage of me."

Without waiting for Yan Qing to explain, he lifted the quilt and placed her small hand on his well-defined abdominal muscles:

"Come on, touch as much as you can."

Yan Qing's hand trembled and he tried to move it away, but was held firmly by a big hand.

Fu Wangjin said with a smile in his voice: "Baby, you don't have to be so reserved in front of me."

The corners of Yan Qing's mouth twitched a few times, and the aches in her body reminded her of the absurdity of last night.

I couldn't help but frown:

"You weren't drunk at all yesterday?"

How could a drunk person have such good physical strength? He even helped her take a bath and change her into pajamas?

When Yan Qing thought about it, he felt like he had been cheated.

Fu Wangjin smiled slowly and asked Yan Qing, "When did I ever say I was drunk?"

"..."

Yan Qing took a deep breath and resisted the urge to beat someone up.

"good."

Fu Wangjin seemed to be in a very good mood and held her in his arms again.

"It's still early, sleep a little longer."

"No." Yan Qing sat up quickly, "I promised Jiajia to take her to A University today, I can't sleep anymore--"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something and quickly lifted the quilt. She was then stunned.

"Have you healed your injury?"

The wheat-colored abdominal muscles were arranged neatly, with sexy and distinct lines like sculptures...The bloody wound before was now only a faint trace.

Yan Qing subconsciously thought of the scars on Blaise that she saw yesterday, which were caused by the bites of a wild beast.

It took many years for it to fade to this level.

And Fu Wangjin... recovered in just a few days?

Yan Qing widened her eyes, and looked back and forth at his abdomen and face with an incredulous look.

"Okay."

Fu Wangjin closed his eyes disapprovingly.

"It's such a minor injury, will it take a year or two to heal?"

"Can……"

Yan Qing still couldn't believe it. A year or two was indeed a bit long, but a few days were too short!

"My brother got injured while riding a bike when he was a kid, and got a long cut on his leg... I remember it took a week to heal!"

Her eyes are round and she looks like a confused little rabbit.

"You...are you an alien?"

Fu Wangjin was so happy that he stretched out his hand and pinched Yan Qing's cheek, "Can aliens be as handsome as me?"

Yan Qing curled his lips and complained quietly: "...Narcissistic."

After saying that, he was about to get up and change his clothes, but his wrist was grabbed again.

"It's still early, take a rest."

He pronounced the last few words in an especially ambiguous way, which made Yan Qing very angry.

"No, I will never trust you again!"

Fu Wangjin was not angry at all. He pulled her to sit on his lap and began to persuade her earnestly:

"Look, I never said I was drunk. You misunderstood, didn't you?"

"..."

"So, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"..."

Yan Qing touched his head and at first glance it seemed like there was nothing wrong.

She turned her face away, her tone arrogant,

"Then I'll learn from this failure. From now on, when I deal with you, your words won't work. I have to put it in writing."

Fu Wangjin was happy, he pinched her chin and kissed her.

"Are you trying to compete with me in wits and courage?"

Before Yan Qing could answer, he continued to talk to himself,

"That's fine. It's better than being alone."

Yan Qing's heart ached and he didn't know what to say when the alarm clock rang at an inopportune time.

"Oh, time to get going."

She stood up, mumbling.

"Jia Jia must be waiting for me...I still have to go to the city to pick up Qing Yan."

As if remembering something, Yan Qing suddenly turned his head and looked at Fu Wangjin:

"I want to settle down in the city, is that okay?"

Before Fu Wangjin could speak, she quickly added,

"Cloudview Garden is indeed very nice...but it is in the suburbs and sometimes not very convenient, so——"

Fu Wangjin held his chin and smiled, his tone leisurely.

"Why did you think of asking me for permission? Are you out of money?"

"How could that be? Of course I have money!" Yan Qing stamped his feet in anger, "Isn't this just a negotiation with you?"

"It's up to you." Fu Wangjin nodded indifferently, "Let others do the decoration, just don't tire yourself out."

"okay."

Yan Qing found a short-sleeved shirt and shorts from the closet and put them on. Because he was worried about the weather changing, he also put on a thin coat.

The calves under the clothes are white and slender, with a beautiful curve.

"I'm leaving."

She called out,

"By the way, I won't eat at home anymore. I plan to take Jia Jia to experience the cafeteria at A University."

"Hmm." Fu Wangjin's lazy voice came from behind, "Come back early."

***

After Feng Chengzhe died unexpectedly, Meng Tianchan readily agreed to the request for an autopsy.

After a forensic autopsy, it was found that he and his mistress actually died of carbon monoxide poisoning.

Although their marital relationship was in name only, Feng Chengzhe had not yet divorced Meng Tianchan when he passed away.

Therefore, after the autopsy, the Meng family held a low-key funeral for him and buried him in a cemetery in the suburbs of the imperial capital.

"Sister, you are such a decent person."

In front of Feng Chengzhe's tombstone, Meng Youze put his hands in his pockets and whistled.

"I thought you wanted to grind him to dust."

Meng Tianchan chuckled.

"I think I have crushed him to dust."

This is true.

After Feng Chengzhe's death, his body was first sent for autopsy and then carried to the crematorium and burned.

His grave looked respectable, but in fact there wasn't even an urn in it.

Just buried a plastic bag containing ashes.

Meng Youze raised his eyebrows with interest:

"Interview, how do you feel now?"

"Hmm..." Meng Tianchan raised her face and smiled, "I feel much more relaxed. Although dealing with the police is a bit troublesome, it seems like a burden has been lifted off my shoulders - as the saying goes, a short pain is worse than a long one."

She seemed much younger, and her eyes revealed the brightness of a young girl.

"Yeah, great."

Meng Youze nodded.

"The Fu family didn't come to cause trouble, right?"

"This is not."

Meng Tianchan shook her head and said jokingly,

"You're not a gentleman. Wu Dai is probably afraid of being pestered. She's not causing trouble, but she's not as close as before."

"Heh," Meng Youze chuckled, "Sister, how come you have such a good relationship with the fourth branch of the Fu family? It's quite beyond my expectation."

Meng Tianchan looked somewhat helpless, "You haven't been back for a long time, so naturally you don't know the situation in the imperial capital."

She sighed:

"Being on good terms with the Fourth House is to establish a relationship with the Third House through them. I thought the old man of the Fu family had made up his mind to let Fu Jingheng be the next head of the family, but now it seems..."

As everyone knows, the Fu family has five branches. In addition to several sons, Mr. Fu also has a daughter.

The eldest grandson Fu Linyuan was originally considered to be outstanding in talent and appearance, but unfortunately his legs were broken and his body was not able to take on the heavy responsibility... He had no chance of becoming the head of the family.

As for Fu Wangjin... let’s not mention him.

The third young master, Fu Jingheng, was the popular choice, but unfortunately he was badly tricked and lost face.

The fourth room gave birth to two girls, Fu Zhiyuan and Fu Xinyao, but due to gender reasons, there was basically no chance of success.

The fifth branch is the most low-key and rarely appears in public. All we know is that they have a son named Fu Xiuyuan.

If we go back a month or so, almost everyone thought that Fu Jingheng was the prince.

And now, the situation has become chaotic again.

Not to mention offending the fourth house, Meng Tianchan was more worried that because of Yan Qing's intervention, the Meng family would be dragged into the fight between the second and third houses.

The Meng family can't afford to offend Fu Wangjin, nor can they afford to offend the Fu family.

How can life be easy when you are caught in such a gap? If you are not careful, you may end up being crushed to ashes.

Although she got the shares from Meng Youze, Meng Tianchan doesn't have to worry about losing control of the Meng Group for the time being... But facing such pressure, it would be a miracle if Meng Tianchan was in a good mood.

"Sister, don't wade into the Fu family's muddy water."

Meng Youze took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, and after a click, he slowly smoked.

"Let my nephews and nieces have less contact with them."

"Oh, we are all in this imperial capital, so we are bound to interact with each other."

Meng Tianchan showed sarcasm.

"Yunxi and Wantang, they just want to help."

Meng Youze didn't look at her, took another puff of cigarette, and said to himself:

"Just be prudent and protect yourself. Don't be greedy."

Meng Tianchan was a little annoyed by what he said:

"Greedy? Do I have to be like you and let it go to be considered not greedy?"

Speaking of letting go, Meng Tianchan suddenly remembered what Meng Youze told her at the birthday party not long ago: if he was a little more motivated... what place would there be for her, Meng Tianchan, in the Meng family?

I suddenly felt even more irritated.

She simply snatched the cigarette box and lighter from Meng Youze's hand, lit one herself, took a deep breath to calm herself down,

"How long do you plan to stay this time? I'll ask someone to book a plane ticket."

Meng Youze turned his head and smiled suddenly.

"Big sister, did I forget to tell you? This time when I came back, I didn't plan to leave."

Meng Tianchan looked surprised, "So what are you going to do when you come back?"

"What? That's a strange question."

Meng Youze smiled nonchalantly.

"I'm tired of staying abroad and want to go home, isn't that possible? I'm tired of picking up foreign girls, so I'll try some in China."

Meng Tianchan felt her temples throbbing as she heard the playboy's talk again. When she spoke again, her tone was somewhat exasperated.

"It's up to you, just don't affect the Meng family."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Meng Youze smiled at her back and said:

"Big sister, you are so kind even if you take all my shares. Why are you still so fierce?"

Meng Tianchan turned around and rolled her eyes when she heard this.

"Get lost! Don't come to the group to bother me!"

Meng Youze spread his hands helplessly.

"Sister, I am also a human being. Sometimes I also miss the affection of my blood relatives... For example, my nephew and niece seem to have grown up so big in the blink of an eye——"

However, Meng Tianchan had already left without looking back.

"Oh, my heart is so tired, I feel like I will never love again."

Meng Youze pretended to sigh, holding his chest, and turned his gaze to the tombstone.

It was a black and white photo of Feng Chengzhe.

"Ah."

Meng Youze shrugged, his affectionate eyes flashed with cold sarcasm.

"Be more careful in your next life."