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

Sheng Chaomu didn't bother to play yellow accents with him, so he said straight to the point: "I'm leaving here today."

"No. The doctor said that you have to have confinement for at least fifteen days." After Fu Huaijin finished speaking like this, he added, "You have to have at least one more week of confinement."

Sheng Chaomu said: "I feel suffocated under the same roof with you, and my body will get worse..."

Fu Huaijin interrupted her: "But your complexion has obviously improved at a speed visible to the naked eye."

Sheng Chaomu: "..."

"Also, Miss Sheng, I made it very clear last night. The condition for me to take you out of here is that you have to ask me for your marriage certificate, otherwise, you can only stay on this island and go anywhere No."

Sheng Chaomu: "..."

Fu Huaijin looked at her little face, which was clearly angry, raised her hand to pinch her soft cheek, and said:
"Baby, I found that I still like you quite a bit, even if I can't remember our past, but my heart won't lie, so be good, okay?"

Sheng Chaomu waved open the hand he had placed on her cheek, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes looked at him angrily for a while, then turned and left without looking back.

For five days in a row, she didn't say a word to Fu Huaijin again.

Even at night, he still shamelessly climbed into her bed, and she turned a blind eye to him.

Perhaps it was her silent protest that finally made him unbearable. On the sixth morning when she was still in a deep sleep, she was awakened by his kiss.

In the past few days of the cold war, although he crawled on her bed every night, he was limited to sleeping with her in his arms, and he would not do anything too extreme to her.

Asking for a kiss so strongly like this time is the most excessive one in the past few days.

Sheng Zhaomu was awakened by the kiss, his cheeks flushed with anger.

When she subconsciously waved her hand to slap the man's face, the man pressed both of her wrists into the pillow behind her, and said before Sheng Chaomu got angry:

"I will send you away from Dead Man's Island today."

Maybe it was because he couldn't believe it, so Sheng Chaomu was stunned and stunned, and then he said uncertainly:

"What did you say? Send me away? Are you willing to let me go back?"

Fu Huaijin stared at her secretly for a few seconds, and said, "If I don't put you back, I'm afraid you'll miss sending your elder brother to the funeral."

After the words fell, Sheng Chaomu's eyes shrank heavily.

She kicked Fu Huaijin's abdomen with her foot, and yelled at him furiously: "Please explain clearly to my old lady, what do you mean by missing my brother's funeral?"

Before Sheng Chaomu's kick hit his abdomen, Fu Huaijin raised her hand to clamp her ankle.

After pinching Sheng Chaomu's ankles, he held her little feet tightly with both hands, bowed his head and kissed her instep with Sheng Chaomu's unbelievable expression, and then answered her question calmly:
"I heard that Grand Master Sheng is suffering from a serious illness, and many organs in his body have suffered severe failure. Today, it has deteriorated to the point where there is no cure for it."

Speaking of this, he added meaningfully,
"Why is he the children's uncle, so, for the sake of the children, I will send you off the island of the dead today."

Sheng Chaomu got up and got out of bed almost after he finished speaking.

She forced herself to be calm and said to Fu Huaijin who was sitting up against the head of the bed: "I want to leave here immediately."

Fu Huaijin leaned against the bedside and lit a cigarette, her gaze fell on her proud body wearing only a hanging skirt, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Yes." After a pause, "But is your body recovered?"

These days when Sheng Chaomu was confinement, Fu Huaijin not only asked a dedicated nutritionist to treat her, but also asked the small kitchen to provide her with at least four meals a day. In addition, she also took a lot of messy supplements.

Frankly speaking, her body has recovered in sevens and eighties.

At this moment, when Fu Huaijin asked this question, Sheng Chaomu confessed, "I've already raised seven or eighty-eight."

After she finished speaking, Fu Huaijin snuffed out the scarlet cigarette butt, and then pulled her back to the bed amidst the shock on Sheng Chaomu's face.

He placed on top of her, his eyes were explicit and wanton: "In this case, can you bear my bullying?"

Sheng Chaomu cared about Sheng Xuanye, and when he was about to refuse without even thinking about it, Fu Huaijin interrupted her:

"If you are satisfied with my service, I will immediately send you away from the island of the dead." After a pause, he added, "And I promise you, after you leave the island of the dead, I will never pester you again. How about it? ?”

Sheng Chaomu didn't hesitate, and soon took the initiative to offer her soft lips.

Fu Huaijin has been sleeping with her every night recently. Frankly speaking, he has been coveting the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms for a long time.

Therefore, when Sheng Chaomu took the initiative to him a little bit, he was no longer polite.

For Fu Huaijin, this kind of thing is probably a physical indulgence, but when he was deeply involved in it, he found that he was wrong.

It turns out that this kind of thing will be so refreshing.

After a long time, Sheng Chaomu pushed the man who was still hugging her, her voice was hoarse afterwards:
"Can you keep your promise now?"

Fu Huaijin kissed her sweaty little face, pinched her waist fondly with her fingers:
"Yes. But, are you sure you don't want to rest?"

Sheng Chaomu slapped his hands away after he finished speaking, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The morning sun was very good, and the golden sunlight cast a soft light on her body.

After she got out of bed, she bent down to pick up the clothes that fell on the floor, and began to put them on one by one.

Fu Huaijin leaned against the head of the bed and stared at her, his gaze became more and more wanton.

It wasn't until Sheng Zhaomu got dressed and went to the bathroom that he unhurriedly withdrew his gaze, and his thin lips curved upwards.

Such a stunner in the world, no wonder he would never forget her before he lost his memory.

Now that he only used it once, he couldn't bear to let it go.

……

After Sheng Chaomu finished washing and came out, Fu Huaijin was no longer in her room.

After breakfast, the servant took her to the apron.

Before she boarded the plane, the man who had disappeared from her room appeared in her sight in a suit and leather shoes.

Sheng Chaomu originally thought that he was going to send her away in person, but he just walked in front of her and said with a half-smile:

"Miss Sheng, I wish you the best of luck!"

Sheng Chaomu didn't expect him to say such a sentence.

After a slightly astonished expression, she turned around and boarded the plane.

Fu Huaijin stood under the ladder, looked up at her back without looking back, and clicked his tongue.

What a cruel girl.

I have slept with him, and when I left, I didn't even look back.

Fu Huaijin didn't withdraw her gaze until the plane completely disappeared from sight.

After that, he told Qin Huai who he had called back from the wolf totem, "Get ready and go back to the imperial capital."

Qin Huai nodded, then hesitantly said:

"Master, before you lost your memory, the only woman you loved and always loved was Miss Sheng. Don't you regret letting her go now?"