After marrying the richest husband

The president's special elevator goes directly from the first floor of Fu's headquarters building to the underground parking lot.

Fu Xingzhou put Sang Qiao on the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and kissed him again: "Qiaoqiao, be good, we will go home soon."

Although he had already changed the outermost cotton coat, the sweater inside Sangqiao was already thoroughly wet.

But Sang Qiao was very quiet and didn't say anything, raised his head and nodded to Fu Xingzhou: "Go home."

The light in the underground parking lot was not good, and the direction of Fu Xingzhou's parking space happened to be facing away from the light.

Ke Sangqiao's beautiful eyes are bright and seductive, and his dry lips are slightly opened and closed, like fruits waiting to be picked.

Fu Xingzhou looked away, got into the car from the other side, then turned on the air conditioner in the car, and said, "If you feel cold, you can take off the sweater inside."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao pursed his lips.

He is really cold.

Even though the air conditioner in the car had already warmed up quickly, the rain-soaked clothes were still stuck to his body, and the cold moisture seemed to penetrate through the skin of the human body and penetrate into the bones all the way.

Sang Qiao shivered from the cold, but shook his head: "No need."

Fu Xingzhou had already reversed the car out of the parking space and drove towards the exit of the underground parking lot.

After hearing Sang Qiao's words, his eyes seemed to be inadvertent, but also deliberately turned around for two seconds, and then he said: "The windows are frosted glass, so no one can peep."

Just haven't noticed yet.

At this moment, when he said another word, Fu Xingzhou realized that his own voice was a little hoarse.

The ferocious beast that seems to be what people want is about to get out of control.

Seeing that Sang Qiao, who was sitting next to him in the passenger seat, seemed to be a little hesitant.

Fu Xingzhou once again put on a good man's skin, and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't worry, I'm driving and I won't notice you."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao, the honest child, has always had a good filter for Fu Xingzhou, so naturally this time he failed to recognize Mr. Fu Xingzhou's ulterior motives.

Plus it was really really cold.

After another shudder.

Sang Qiao carefully turned his back on the passenger seat, and discussed with Fu Xingzhou in a low voice: "Then, I'll take off the sweater and put on your coat."

Fu Xingzhou often drives a black Land Rover recently, with leather seats, a reclining seat back, and ample space in the front row.

When Sang Qiao turned around.

Fu Xingzhou also turned the steering wheel smoothly, and turned the car that was driving on the main road into a one-way side road.

The speed limit of side roads in the urban area is severely restricted.

Fu Xingzhou unhurriedly drove the car out of the passing lane and slowed down.

Out of the corner of his eye, he landed on Sang Qiao, looked at it for a while, and gave a low acknowledgment.

In the night of Beicheng, the street lights were still on.

Sang Qiao shrank obediently in the passenger seat, turned half of his body, unbuttoned the cashmere coat, and then carefully took off the black sweater he was wearing inside.

It was a black turtleneck sweater with a good shape. When worn on the body, it could perfectly draw out the curves of Sangqiao's jaw and shoulders.

It is the autumn and winter super season new style that Fu Xingzhou personally selected for Sangqiao.

It's just that the only downside to this dress is that the neckline is a bit tight and it's a pullover style.

While supporting the coat, Sang Qiao struggled to pull his arms out of the sleeves of the sweater.

Then it is an important step in the next hedging.

Sang Qiao had never raped himself in front of others, and he was even more worried that the injuries on his whole body would not look good, so he shrugged his shoulders forward in fear, and tried to take off the wet sweater from his head with extremely uncoordinated movements.

As a result, it was not known whether it was due to the unevenness of the road surface or the construction of roadblocks on the road.

The car suddenly went up and down.

Sang Qiao quickly reached out and grabbed the corner of the coat, but because his back was facing Fu Xingzhou, he didn't see that the collar of the coat on the back collapsed——

A slender and white neck was exposed, and two butterfly bones fluttered under the shoulders and neck.

It happened to be a red light at this time.

Fu Xingzhou stepped on the brakes and slowly looked in the direction of Sangqiao.

The frosted glass inside the car blocked the view outside the window, and also blocked and blurred the figures of the people inside the car reflected on the glass.

Only the warm light of the street lamps and the bright moon shine down after being refracted by the glass.

And Sang Qiao's skin was more delicate and pale than the moonlight.

Those who tick cannot leave.

Sang Qiao didn't notice Fu Xingzhou's darkening eyes at all, but he still seized the opportunity of the red light to pull off the sweater.

Then hurriedly wrapped up the cashmere coat, grabbed two handfuls of still damp hair, turned around and reported to Fu Xingzhou: "I'm done."

Fu Xingzhou had already started the car before Sangqiao turned around, and his tone could be said to be very upright: "Don't hold a wet sweater in your arms, don't catch cold."

Sang Qiao gave an obedient ooh, turned over and leaned back from the passenger seat.

Pushing his buttocks and turning over for a long time, he found a paper bag in the back seat and stuffed the sweater into it: "Okay."

Fu Xingzhou nodded.

The distance between Fu's building and Fu Xingzhou's villa is not too long, and the traffic on the road finally seems less crowded after nightfall.

After driving for twenty minutes.

The two stopped at the door of the villa.

Yuan Bo seemed to have known the news that Fu Xingzhou was coming back, so he waited at the door early.

Seeing the car drive into the courtyard, it stopped at the gate of the villa, and immediately walked over to help the two people in the car put up their umbrellas.

The torrential rain that started at dusk finally slowed down slowly.

The few yellow leaves in the courtyard fell all over the ground again.

Fu Xingzhou got down from the other side of the car and took the umbrella he held out: "Uncle Yuan, tell the kitchen to cook two bowls of ginger soup for me. Call the hospital again. I'm afraid that Sangqiao will have a fever in the middle of the night."

Yuan Bo said hello, opened the main door of the living room, welcomed Sang Qiao and Fu Xingzhou in, and then walked to the kitchen.

It was late, and most of the servants in the villa had already rested.

Fu Xingzhou touched Sangqiao's forehead, heaved a sigh of relief after making sure it wasn't hot, kissed Sangqiao again as a reward, and said softly, "Will you sleep with me tonight?"

Sang Qiao bit his lip.

Since he came out of the hospital, Sang Qiao didn't wear much.

Especially the upper body.

Except for the sweater he just took off, Sang Qiao is already in a vacuum state inside the cashmere coat.

But Fu Xingzhou asked very naturally, and even stretched out his hand to gently rub Sangqiao's damp hair: "Do you want to sleep on the third floor or the second floor?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

The ceiling of the hall of this villa is high enough, and the area of ​​the hall is also extremely spacious.

Standing at the position of Sangqiao, even looking up, you can see the layout of the corridors on the third and second floors.

Soon, the lights in the kitchen came on.

Uncle Yuan should have explained the matter of Jiangtang, he came out of the kitchen again, and walked up to Fu Xingzhou: "Master, you and Young Master Sang are both caught cold, hurry back to the house and take a bath to warm up."

Probably thought of something again, Yuan Bo paused, and added: "Young Master, the bathtub in your room is the biggest, why don't you take Young Master Sang to soak in it with you, so we can talk."

Sang Qiao: "..."

What do you mean, bubble together?

What a tiger's word.

Sang Qiao was startled for a while.

Before he had time to explain to the housekeeper that he just confessed his love to Fu Xingzhou today, the two officially confirmed their relationship.

I heard Fu Xingzhou answer Yuan Bo's words plainly: "Well, I will take him up now. If the ginger soup is ready, knock on the door before entering."