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

Chapter 933 The More You Hold Him, The More He Holds It
Fu Yancheng also wanted to turn around, but the wound on his chest hurt as soon as he moved.

Sheng Mian heard that he was restless, and turned back, lying flat, looking at the ceiling.

"You'd better not move about your injury, don't lie on your side."

"Then don't turn your back on me."

For a moment, Sheng Mian felt that he was a 24-year-old big friend.

She smiled and closed her eyes, "Yeah."

After another half an hour, she felt that someone came to hold her hand, first hooking one, then two.

She didn't want to care about it anymore, so she didn't respond.

After another 10 minutes, her hand was pulled over something.

Sheng Mian couldn't bear it anymore, just as he was about to take it back, his hand was already covering hers, and he began to groan.

She felt as if she was being thrown on the stove to roast, and it should be Fu Yancheng himself who did this kind of thing the most shameful.

But she felt very ashamed of herself, especially when she tilted her head slightly and saw his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

Fu Yancheng was frightened by the sound of her turning, stopped, made sure she was not awake, and then held her hand again to continue.

Been grinding like this for half an hour.

No matter how good Sheng Mian was, her temper disappeared, and she squeezed hard, "You're never finished!"

This part of the man is so fragile, Fu Yancheng thought it was cool at first, but now he let out a "wow", the pain made his body want to arch.

Sheng Mian wanted to withdraw his hand directly, but felt him trembling slightly in pain, a little puzzled.

"It really hurts?"

He didn't speak, but his breathing was obviously heavier, and he was in pain.

Sheng Mian quickly lifted his quilt, "Fu Yancheng, are you alright?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sheng Mian panicked for a while, and directly lifted his silk nightgown.

Xiao Fu Yancheng was listless, looking like he was indeed seriously injured.

Sheng Mian felt very guilty for a moment, but Fu Yancheng seemed to be really angry, and put back his nightgown, closed his eyes and did not speak.

The air pressure on his body was very low, and his thin lips were tightly pressed.

If he questioned Sheng Mian loudly, Sheng Mian could still argue with him.

But he was bored and didn't speak a word, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"It hurts?"

"Should I have the doctor come and see?"

Fu Yancheng ignored everything, and even raised his hand to turn off the bedside light.

Generally, the angrier he is, the more silent he becomes.

Sheng Mian was a little speechless, this person really knows how to complain first, if he didn't only think about that matter, would this accident happen?
She lay down again on the side, but the guilt rising in her heart made her no longer sleepy.

The next morning.

Qi Shen found that Sheng Mian's attitude towards the president was particularly good today, but the president had a cold face.

Sheng Mian washed his face, fed him, and fed him medicine, with an attitude of hard work.

For Fu Yancheng, the more you support him, the more he holds it. If you ignore him, he will immediately talk to you with a doggy face.

So when Sheng Mian coaxed him right now, he didn't lose his temper.

When she was really about to leave, he said that the wound hurt, and it might be an infection.

Sheng Mian immediately checked his wound.

"No inflammation, I'll go back and deal with some company matters, and I'll see you at night."

In a word, he immediately coaxed people away.

His face is cold, but his heart is happy, because she will come tonight.

That kind of secret joy cannot be described in words.

But what is said is.

"Whatever."

(End of this chapter)