Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Chapter 1382: It doesn’t hurt, I lied to you
On the third night, Fu Yancheng's chest no longer hurt so much and he could finally get out of bed.

He was standing outside the corridor on the seventh floor when he heard his cell phone ring. Someone informed him that circuit maintenance was going to be carried out on the seventh floor and the power would be out for 10 minutes.

He ignored the message and stared outside blankly.

The seventh floor fell into darkness for an instant.

He suddenly heard Sheng Mian's voice.

After Sheng Mian came out of the bathroom, she started calling his name.

Fu Yancheng's mind froze for a moment and he forgot to respond immediately.

Through the balcony window not far away, using the light outside, he saw Sheng Mian opening the cabinet in panic.

"Fu Yancheng?"

She even opened the curtains and went to another room to check again.

"Fu Yancheng!"

"Fu Yancheng!"

The voice changed from initial doubt to final fear.

The cigarette on Fu Yancheng's fingertips trembled, and he remembered to respond only after his fingers were burned.

"Mianmian, I'm here."

He opened the door to the balcony. Sheng Mian, who was still looking for someone, froze up. He quickly strode over and checked him all over.

"Are you okay, you scared me to death."

The light in the room was too dark for her to check anything, but she stubbornly checked it again.

Fu Yancheng hugged her tightly.

He was much taller than her, and this movement could wrap her up completely in his arms.

His head was buried in her neck, he didn't speak, he just held her tightly.

Sheng Mian didn't say anything because she didn't know what to say.

After a while, she felt wetness in her neck.

"I'm sorry, Mianmian, I'm sorry for you."

He choked and said, the force in his hand was so strong that she would suffocate.

Sheng Mian's body hurt from the force, but she felt very at ease.

For a moment, she burst into tears, as if the emotions she had been squeezing were finally released.

Fu Yancheng's crying was silent and quiet.

Sheng Mian's crying was heartbreaking.

It's obviously a lover's hug, but why is it more painful than the most painful wound.

The two held each other tightly, wanting to rub each other into their own bones and blood.The lights in the room turned on for a moment, and this light eliminated the dull suffocation.

Fu Yancheng held her face and kissed her gently.

But Shengmian doesn't want to be so gentle.

She bit his lip in response, drawing blood from his lips.

Sheng Mian didn't say anything unnecessary to him these past few days, but just tried her best to take care of him.

Now the bloody kiss ended, they looked at each other, and she gasped slightly.

Fu Yancheng was so hard that he pressed her to do it, but she pushed him away.

"Your wound hasn't healed yet."

His eyes were still red, and his hands had already touched it, "I want it."

Sheng Mian no longer listened to him and squeezed his arm hard.

He didn't dare to move for a moment, knowing that she was still angry.

He carefully lay down next to her, thought about it, and then spoke.

"You can hit me, scold me, or screw me, but don't ignore me like you have been doing these past few days."

The two of them were obviously living together, but they didn't speak to each other. It was so uncomfortable that he would rather be in a coma.

Sheng Mian looked at the ceiling and quietly raised his hand to rub his eyes.

After a long time, she forced herself to keep her voice cold.

"Does the wound still hurt?"

Fu Yancheng wanted to say that it didn't hurt anymore, but he was afraid that after saying this, he would not be able to enjoy the preferential treatment of patients, so he quickly covered his chest.

"very painful."

As expected, Sheng Mian opened his robe with a nervous look on her face. The bandage inside was not soaked in blood, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

When Fu Yancheng saw her nervous look, he felt a sharp pain in his chest again, more painful than when he was shot.

He suddenly put the hand covering his chest and said hoarsely: "It doesn't hurt. I lied to you. I'm sorry. I was just afraid that you would get angry."

He couldn't stand her frightened look.

He quickly hugged the person into his arms, "It really doesn't hurt."

What hurts now is not the wound, but the heart, which seems to be hurt by her heart-wrenching cry just now.

Sheng Mian grabbed her hand, put it on his cheek and rubbed it.

She didn't speak, but it was already worth a thousand words.

(End of this chapter)