Rose Manor

The party that night ended at around nine o'clock. The men got off the table and formed a mahjong game, with cigarettes hanging from their mouths and women sitting next to them, discussing winning and losing on the card table.

Fu Jichen did not play, but sat on the edge with a glass of wine and watched two games. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Shen Jianian covered his mouth and yawned. He put down the glass, stood up and took the coats of the two of them.

Zhou Zhizhen glanced at him sideways, took the cigarette off his lips with two fingers, turned his wrist, and glanced at his watch: "Are you leaving now?"

The others looked over one after another. Fu Jichen unfolded his down jacket and put it on Shen Jianian: "I have something to do when I go back."

"Bullshit, everyone is on holiday on the sixth day of the first lunar month, what can happen to you? You are the busiest, Fu Da, right?"

"I also said that when this game is over, I'd like you to take over. It's better for you. You plan to run away now."

"If you don't tell me what's going on today, you're not allowed to leave."

Several men chattered in playful tones, while the women covered their lips and snickered.

Shen Jianian put his hands into the sleeves of his down jacket and was too embarrassed to look at them. He always felt that their words meant something. She pulled Fu Jichen's sleeve and said in a small voice that only he could hear: "Why don't you stay and play a few games with them."

Fu Jichen smiled and put his hand on the back of her hand without restraining his voice: "Everyone is not alone. There is no need for company."

As he spoke, he put on his coat, took Shen Jianian's hand, and said to the people on the card table without looking back, "Let's go."

Then he really left without a trace of nostalgia.

After the two left, the private room became lively. They didn't care about playing mahjong and started talking about Fu Jichen.

"What's going on with Mr. Fu? It's like he's been poisoned by someone. I see that he's completely taken over. He loves this girl even more than the last one."

"Did you notice the way he looked at the girl at the dinner table? I got goosebumps."

"Pour tea and water, peel shrimps and debone them, tsk tsk."

"That girl is wearing a diamond ring on her hand. What does that mean? Fu Da is serious!"

"Don't be surprised. The last one and this one are the same!" Zhou Zhizhen couldn't stand listening and simply revealed the answer.

Shen Jia Nian, who had already walked out of the private room, naturally had no idea that they were talking about her and Fu Jichen. She got into the car and leaned back on the chair to yawn wildly.

She woke up several times last night and didn't get a good rest. She visited Yan Qiusheng during the day and chatted a lot, but her energy was a little low at night. Fu Jichen probably noticed her state, so he left after nine o'clock.

"What were you talking about about me at the dinner table?" Fu Jichen still remembers returning to the private room after making the phone call. Several pairs of eyes were looking at him, and the atmosphere was strange.

Shen Jia Nian lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Talk bad about me?" Fu Jichen saw the smile on her lips, reached over and pinched her cheek.

"No."

"Then tell me what you said."

Shen Jianian tilted her head towards him, leaning on his shoulder, a strong shoulder that gave people a sense of security.

After being silent for a while, she slowly said: "The gentleman named Chen said that the pair of cups you gave me were made by you yourself."

"That's it?" Fu Jichen didn't believe it.

"We didn't talk about anything else, we just said this." Shen Jianian's hand was held in his. She raised her fingers and scratched his palm, "Why didn't you tell me that you did it yourself?"

Fu Jichen inserted his fingers into hers and intertwined them tightly: "The piece you gave me was carved by myself."

It was she who taught him that thoughts are more important than money.

Instead of buying expensive diamonds and clothes, he was thinking about her while making cups again and again. This has a completely different meaning.

Shen Jianian shifted her gaze and looked at his wrist. There was a black rope wrapped around the white wrist, hidden in the cuff of his coat: "But I don't remember."

"It'll be fine if I remember it." Fu Jichen said this many times.

Shen Jianian stretched out his hand and grasped the jade handle under the black braided rope. The two chubby lotus roots were somewhat poorly carved. If you look closely, you can see that there are still details. They are not too rough and can barely be called lifelike.

Fu Jichen took off the rope from his wrist and asked her to take it and admire it slowly.

After long-term caressing and maintenance, jade has a smooth and shiny texture. Shen Jianian played with it repeatedly. Although she couldn't remember the moment when she carved this handle piece, it didn't stop her from amusing herself and praising: "I'm pretty good."

Fu Jichen curled his lips and smiled: "Yeah."

It's late at night, and the moon can't be seen in the sky. The New Year atmosphere is still retained in the community, and red lanterns can be seen everywhere.

The two of them snuggled into the elevator. After the heavy snowfall on New Year's Eve, the temperature had been very low in recent days and showed no signs of rising.

The elevator door opened. Fu Jichen put his arm around Shen Jia Nian with one hand and took out the key with the other to open the door. In the room, Ji Xiang patrolled around the sofa with his fluffy tail erect. Shen Jianian put a goose-yellow knitted collar around his neck, adding a touch of cuteness to the ugly cat face.

Shen Jianian Zhuo pulled on his slippers and walked over, picked up the cat, and took a deep breath: "Are you well-behaved at home?"

Jixiang's limbs were hanging in the air and he fluttered twice: "Meow——"

Shen Jianian smiled and put it on the sofa.

Fu Jichen poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her: "Have you ever considered moving back to Yunding Palace? Aunt Cheng will take care of you there, so I can feel more at ease."

"No." Shen Jia Nian refused without thinking, took a sip of water, and continued, "I rented this house for a year. It's a good place to live. I can take care of myself."

She talked to Yan Qiusheng about joining the symphony orchestra today, and Yan Qiusheng helped her make reference. She will prepare for interviews and assessments in the near future.

She hasn't told Fu Jichen this yet, and plans to wait until the results are known before telling him.

"I'm just making a suggestion. If you don't want to, let's just live here and not move back." Fu Jichen took the cup from her hand, drank the rest of the water, put it on the coffee table, sat down on the sofa, and hugged her. He held her waist, held her in his arms, held her neck with one hand, and said in a low voice, "But, Aunt Cheng comes here to make soup for you every week, so you are not allowed to refuse."

After saying that, he sealed his lips, not giving her a chance to refuse at all.

Shen Jia Nian was so dizzy from being kissed that he lost the ability to think, and only broken tones could escape from his lips, further fueling the fire in Fu Jichen's body.

He turned sideways, carried her to the sofa, and then tilted her body up.

The dark blue gradient sweater was thrown away and just covered Jixiang's head. Jixiang was so frightened that he jumped off the sofa, meowed, ran away, shrank into the cat's nest, and looked at the two people on the sofa with his round eyes. personal.

As time went by, the heat became higher and higher, and the oxygen became thinner and thinner. Fu Jichen's Adam's apple rolled several times, and he forced himself to stop, sit up straight, and put his head on the back of the sofa with a forbearing look, his arms Cover your face sideways.

Hot sweat hung on the raised Adam's apple, and the fair skin was dyed a thin red, full of lust.

Shen Jia Nian was still lying on the sofa, with his calves curled up. The sweater on his body was gone, leaving only a thin bottoming shirt with the hem pulled up, revealing a slender waist with a few fingerprints on it.

In the living room, there was only the sound of each other's soft and heavy breathing, and ambiguity floated in the air.

The gun almost went off. Fu Jichen calmed down for a while, took his arm out of his eyes, glanced sideways at the people on the sofa, and his Adam's apple rolled again.

Don't watch too much. The fire was finally controlled, and it won't be extinguished so quickly if it burns again.

Fu Jichen held a piece of pure white clothes with his fingers, pulled it down, covered the white waist, and picked her up to go back to the bedroom: "Go take a shower, don't catch a cold."

She was prone to colds due to sweating, so he didn't dare to relax at all towards Shen Jia Nian. He sent her into the bathroom first, turned on the shower and put in hot water, then went to the cloakroom to find a set of pajamas and brought them to her.

"Would you like to take a hot bath?" Fu Jichen put his pajamas on the shelf, "I'll put some water in for you."

Shen Jia Nian put on the sandals at the bathroom door and watched him busying with her. She felt soft in her heart: "No, I'll just take a shower."

The water temperature came up, and the heat filled the bathroom, blurring the mirror. Shen Jia Nian pinched her nails and was doing some mental preparation. Until Fu Jichen exited the bathroom, she still had no idea.

Shen Jia Nian took a shower absentmindedly and lay down on the bed. At this time, Fu Jichen answered the phone and went to the living room.

After making a phone call for nearly half an hour, Fu Jichen walked in and saw that the quilt on the bed was bunched up, only the black hair on the top of his head was exposed. He thought Shen Jia Nian was asleep, so he deliberately walked softly and took his pajamas to take a shower outside.

Shen Jia Nian heard the gentle movement and poked his head out of the quilt: "I'm not asleep yet, you go and wash it."

Fu Jichen paused slightly, turned around and walked to the bed, leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, then went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Shen Jia Nian listened to the sound of water and turned over and over in the quilt, thinking about various scenes and blushing with embarrassment.

At this moment, she really hated that she had lost her memory and couldn't remember anything. She didn't know how they did this kind of thing in the past.

Fu Jichen dried his hair in the bathroom, turned off the big lights in the bedroom, left his desk lamp on, lifted the quilt and sat on the bedside, checking his mailbox on his mobile phone.

Shen Jianian waited for a long time, but no one was lying down next to her. She grabbed the soft material of her pajamas with her fingers and hesitated: "Are you... busy?"

"Read the email." Fu Jichen put a hand on her head and rubbed it gently a few times, "Did I disturb you?"

"……No."

There was no important email. Fu Jichen simply put down his phone, plugged in the charger, turned off the desk lamp and lay down. His arm habitually wrapped around her waist and stroked her back: "Go to sleep."

Shen Jia Nian blinked his eyes and breathed a little tight. He tried hard to break through his psychological defense and raised his head to kiss him. He couldn't see clearly in the dark and accidentally kissed his chin.

Fu Jichen was in a daze, not sure if he felt wrong, so he turned on the lamp with his backhand.

The desk lamp was covered with a linen lampshade, and the light was warm and not dazzling. However, Shen Jia Nian quickly lowered his head and squeezed out a soft voice from between his pink lips: "Can you turn off the light..."