After the divorce: the president can't hold back the young grandmother

Chapter 228 The man wrapped his arms around her, and his voice seemed doting: Accompany me?
The blue-gray smoke blurred his handsome outline, and his pair of phoenix eyes narrowed darkly.

He was wondering what this woman Sheng Chaomu was thinking.

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that end.

After Sheng Chaomu changed into indoor slippers in the shoe cabinet downstairs, he raised his eyes and asked Uncle Fu, "Is he there?"

Faber spoke again and again:
"Yes, yes, the young master is upstairs." After a pause, he hesitated, "But the young master seems to be in a bad mood, and his face smelled bad when he came back. Miss Sheng, this is the hangover soup I cooked for the young master. , why don't you serve it to the young master?"

Sheng Chaomu thought about the purpose of his visit, and after humming, he took the hangover soup that night from Uncle Fu.

When she came upstairs, there was no man in the master bedroom.

I went to the study to search around and found nothing.

Sheng Chaomu frowned slightly, and when he was hesitating whether to call the man, he inadvertently saw a light halo leaking from the door of the second bedroom, so he lifted his foot and walked in.

This second bedroom was the room she lived in when she was under house arrest by a man.

Sheng Chaomu stood at the door of the second bedroom, guessing in his heart what Fu Huaijin was thinking in this second bedroom.

It was during this gap that the door of the second bedroom was opened by the man from the inside.

A man with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist appeared in the field of vision with wet hair.

He has an excellent figure, with well-defined muscles, and every inch of the curvature of his skin reveals a powerful hormonal aura.

After Sheng Chaomu looked away from the extremely clear scratch on his neck, he met his cold gaze, "Want to drink the hangover soup while it's hot?"

Fu Huaijin leaned against the door frame, and put a dry towel on her face, "Come in and wipe my hair."

After speaking, he straightened up and walked into the second bedroom.

After he sat down on the double sofa, he looked at her leisurely.

Sheng Chaomu met his gaze, brought the hangover soup in front of him again, "Drink?"

Fu Huaijin drank a lot of wine at night, but he was not drunk.

After he took the hangover soup from Sheng Chaomu's hand, he casually put the bowl of hangover soup on the tea table, and in the next instant his long arm pulled Sheng Zhaomu's waist and pulled her to sit on his lap.

He seemed to surround her very intimately, his thin lips pressed against her ear neck, but the aura on his body was so cold.

Sheng Chaomu tilted his head slightly, avoiding his cold lips, picked up the dry towel just now and began to wipe the man's hair meticulously.

Her obedient obedience made Fu Huaijin's gloomy mood better.

It's just that his face still looks bad.

When his hair was wiped by the woman to make it less damp, he finally spoke, with a doting voice:
"Isn't it impossible to say? Why, come to the door on your own initiative, are you here to accompany me?"

Sheng Chaomu knelt on his lap instead, looked at him face to face, and said, "Miss Mu told you that I wouldn't come?"

Fu Huaijin was noncommittal.

Sheng Chaomu looked at the finger mark on his neck and the bite wound on his shoulder.

These were made by her in retaliation when he bullied her in Jiang's cloakroom.

Now that I think about it, it's really ridiculous. To this man, this little fight is like flirting, and it doesn't have any effect on retaliation against him.

Thinking of this, an unspeakable hatred surged in my heart.

She climbed up his neck with both hands, and bent her pink lips to lightly touch the bitten part of his shoulder.

It is this feather-like soft touch that is the most deadly.

Fu Huaijin's throat slid twice abruptly, and Sheng Chaomu even heard him swallowing.

She smiled enchantingly, and suddenly bit down on the wound in the next moment.

When the teeth were grinding into the flesh, she heard him let out a short muffled grunt, and there was no other reaction.

Until the sweet smell of blood came from his mouth, Sheng Zhaomu felt that it was boring, so he let go of the flesh he was biting in his mouth.

The moment she loosened her teeth, Fu Huaijin turned her around abruptly and pushed her into the sofa.

He was on top, looking at her with a domineering force that could not be ignored, "Are you looking for death, huh?"

Facing the hidden anger in the man's eyes, Sheng Chaomu remained extremely calm.

Although she didn't know much about the man in front of her, after this period of contact, she could already feel some of his temper.

She knew what to do to calm his irritable temper.

Therefore, almost after Fu Huaijin finished speaking, she took the initiative to offer her lips.

Fu Huaijin didn't expect that she would treat him like this after he allowed Mu Chengen and those bastards to bully her in public.

The nerves all over his body froze suddenly, and the lines of his entire back muscles tensed up in an instant, and in the next instant he turned his back on the guest.

After the kiss was over, Sheng Chaomu saw that the anger in his eyes was replaced by another emotion, and said, "Fu Huaijin, I'm very upset."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that it made Fu Huaijin angry.

The sweat on his forehead splashed on the woman's forehead.

He raised his hand, wiped off the drop of sweat on the woman's brow, and tried to tear off the layer of fake skin on her face.

However, after searching for a long time, I couldn't find the trick.

Sheng Chaomu pushed him at this moment, "You need to use some potion to take it off." After a pause, "I'm going to take a shower, you go to the master bedroom and wait for me, I won't go back to the Sheng mansion tonight, I'm yours now .”

(End of this chapter)