Rose Manor

August has passed, and the temperature in September has a hint of autumn, and it is still very hot during the day.

After getting up from a nap, Shen Jianian was practicing piano by the window. The car Fu Jichen took out in the morning slowly stopped in the yard. The person who got out of the cab was Qu Mo. He opened the door of the back seat and took out a box.

Qu Mo pressed the doorbell, and Cheng Jin came to answer the door.

Not long after, Cheng Jin carried the box to the third floor to find Shen Jia Nian.

Shen Jianian put the cello back into the case and placed the bow on the table next to him. He heard Cheng Jin say: "Qu Mo just came over. He said that he went to the cheongsam shop to pick up a custom-made cheongsam at the request of his husband. By the way, I would like to inform you Hey, sir, I have a social event in the evening and won’t be having dinner at home.”

Cheng Jin put the box on the couch at the end of the bed and was curious about what style the cheongsam was. He smiled and asked Shen Jianian, "Do you want to try it?"

Shen Jia Nian, who was on his left and right, was fine now. He nodded and said, "Let's try it."

She opened the lock of the box and saw a card that came with it, with instructions on how to wash the cheongsam in small regular script. She took off the card and found two layers of Sydney paper. She tore open the two layers of paper and found that the inside was made of the same material as the cheongsam. pink jacquard dust bag.

Cheng Jin watched Shen Jia Nian unpacking layer after layer like a gift, and couldn't help but admire: "The packaging is so exquisite."

With a slight smile on her lips, Shen Jianian opened the dust bag, took out the neatly ironed cheongsam, and went to the cloakroom to change into it.

Because it is tailor-made, everything fits perfectly. The shoulder width, bust, waistline, including the dimensions of the cuffs and hem are all comfortable and appropriate sizes.

Shen Jia Nian stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning left and right. There was nothing she was dissatisfied with, except that the color was a little tenderer than she expected. When she was choosing fabrics in the store, she thought this light pink material with dark bamboo branches looked good, but she didn't like it. Consider whether it is suitable for you.

After dawdling for a few seconds, Shen Jianian came out of the cloakroom, walked around in front of Cheng Jin, and said honestly: "Are you not compatible with me?"

"No way." Cheng Jin immediately retorted, "I think it's pretty good."

"Don't you think it looks tender?"

Cheng Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled heartily: "How old are you? It's time to wear pretty colors. If you don't believe me, wait until my husband comes back in the evening. Ask him yourself, and I'm sure he will say you look good."

"I'll change it." Shen Jianian went back to the cloakroom and unbuttoned the clothes in front of the mirror, speaking so softly that only she could hear, "Who cares what he thinks."

Putting the cheongsam back into the box, Shen Jianian planned to continue practicing the piano.

Cheng Jin asked her: "If there is anything you particularly want to eat tonight, I will tell the chef when he comes."

What to eat three times a day is also a problem. Shen Jia Nian couldn't think of it for the time being, so he said to Cheng Jin, "You can make arrangements, I don't know either."

Cheng Jin: "The driver brought back two kilograms of live shrimps. Will he make boiled shrimps for you tonight, or would you rather have them braised in oil?"

Shen Jianian paused slightly as she picked up the bow. She remembered that on the day she got vaccinated, she and Fu Jichen went out to eat. Someone ordered a plate of boiled shrimp. She just put one in the bowl and Fu Jichen snatched it away. Later, the family made shrimp every now and then.

"It's white." Shen Jianian said.

"Okay, I remember."

Cheng Jin didn't disturb her and went downstairs to clean.

*
  At seven o'clock in the evening, Fu Jichen entertained foreign customers at a hotel owned by Junshan Group.

After three rounds of drinking, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and took a look. He rejected Fu Feibai's call. He turned the phone screen upside down on the table and continued chatting with clients about work issues.

An hour passed, and the dinner was coming to an end. Next, he had to take the customer to the club to relax. Fu Jichen was not responsible for accompanying him, so he called the director of the product department and Song Fang to accompany him. They could also chat with the customer about product information.

Fu Jichen stood up, straightened the front of his suit, and was about to go home. He picked up the mobile phone on the table and saw that Fu Feibai had sent him a text message forty minutes ago.

"Brother, are you in Mandali? Come to room 2307. I have a situation here and I need your help. I'm waiting for you."

Fu Feibai has plans to start filming again in the near future. An actor's golden period only lasts a few years. If he misses it, he will never get it again in his life.

He felt that he could coordinate and take time to visit Wei Ronghua in the hospital while filming. Wei Ronghua's illness requires long-term hospitalization and cannot be cured, so he can only rely on chemotherapy to relieve it. Going to the hospital every day can't help much. At most, he can chat with her for a few words. The topic that cannot be escaped every time they chat is to persuade him to enter the hospital. Junshan work.

Fu Jichen thought that Fu Feibai might have encountered difficulties, otherwise he would not have sent such a text message.

Fu Jichen walked quickly to the elevator and dialed Fu Feibai. The beep sounded for a long time but no one answered. Fu Jichen took the phone from his ear and pressed level 23. This floor is full of luxury suites, eight in total.

2307 In the penultimate room, Fu Jichen went over and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door. Fu Jichen tried to turn the doorknob. If it didn't work, he had to ask the hotel staff to bring a spare room card to open the door.

Fu Feibai entered the entertainment industry and concealed his identity. Not many people knew that he was the young master of the Fu family. Regardless of his identity, with his current status in the entertainment industry, he no longer had to participate in messy drinking parties. Fu Jichen could not imagine that he would meet What difficulty.

Maybe it was because he was concerned that he was confused. The moment he unlocked the door, Fu Jichen didn't think much and walked straight in. He passed by the living room of the suite and went straight to the inner room.

After turning the second door, before he could see the scene clearly, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of his head, his vision went dark and he fell down. The burly man behind him threw down the stick in his hand and caught Fu Jichen's fallen body in time.

The burly man shouted into the air: "It's done."

The man was hired and stayed dormant in the suite for almost two hours. The eldest lady told him that as long as he knocked out the man who entered the room, he would get a huge sum of money.

It sounds like a simple request, but he certainly won't refuse it.

The eldest lady just wants to sleep with a man, what could happen? Men want to save face, and they probably won’t have the shame to pursue it afterwards.

As his voice fell, someone came out of the bedroom inside. The woman had wet hair, wrapped in a light purple and black lace nightgown, wearing a suspender skirt underneath, and exuded rose-scented shower gel. aroma.

She bent down and picked up the bag on the sofa, took out a check from the bag with her fingers stained with pink nail polish, and gave it to the burly man. Her eyes fell on the face of Fu Jichen, who was knocked unconscious, and her heart was pounding.

After tonight, she couldn't predict the outcome. No matter what kind of sentence she got, she didn't care, it would never kill her.

"Will there be any sequelae if he is knocked unconscious like this?" Fu Yuling asked worriedly.

She didn't want to let Fu Jichen get even the slightest bit hurt. If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have access to his food, she wouldn't have adopted such a strong method.

The burly man stuffed the check into his pocket and smiled: "Don't worry, young lady, I'll be careful with my actions. I'm sure I'll wake up feeling refreshed and like a normal person."

"Put the person on the bed and be careful."

Fu Yuling pointed to the big white bed with rose petals behind him. The night outside the window was as thick as ink, and the picture was full of ambiguity.

The burly man used both arms to lift Fu Jichen onto the bed. He couldn't help laughing in his heart. This man was dizzy and it was difficult to do things. The eldest lady probably prepared something else.

He secretly clicked his tongue and lamented that the fate of being favored by the eldest lady was really miserable.

The hand was moved from behind just now. The burly man didn't know what this man looked like and wanted to take a look. There was no light in the bedroom and he only saw a blurry face. It seemed familiar and he didn't know where he had seen it before.

"Still not leaving?" Fu Yuling frowned coldly and urged impatiently.

The burly man touched his chin, chuckled, and quickly left the suite.

Fu Yuling followed him, and after waiting for the others to leave, he locked the door, went back, used the remote control to close the curtains, turned on two wall lamps, and admired Fu Jichen's sleeping face under the lamps, his eyes gradually becoming obsessed.

Even if she can't get his heart, she still wants to get his person.

Fu Yuling went to the bathroom to dry her hair, took off her nightgown and threw it on the end of the bed. She walked to the bed with bare feet, picked up the contraceptive pill on the bedside table, picked out one pill and swallowed it.

If she hadn't had a heart disease and couldn't have a child, she would have wanted to have his flesh and blood. She didn't dare to gamble. The doctor once said that with her physical condition, there was a high chance of dying on the operating table during childbirth. She cherished her life even more.

Fu Yuling sat down by the bed. She had never been so close to him alone. She was greedy for this feeling.

She took off his leather shoes, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and went to the bathroom to twist a towel and wipe his face.

While doing these things, she imagined that she was his woman, with a sweet smile on her face and said softly: "We are obviously the closest people, why can't you look at me more? What's so good about Shen Jianian? No matter it's the past or the present, they don't love you as much as I do. When will you understand that I love you the most in this world."

Fu Yuling looked at his face and hesitated: "What will you do to me when you wake up? Will you hate me? I don't want to do this either. You forced me. You never give me a good look. , I don’t ask you to love me as much as I love you, why don’t you even give charity to your sister? Fu Jichen, you are so cruel. But no matter what, I still love you so much that I can’t help but shed blood for you. "(End of chapter)