President Fu's new wife

Chapter 131 The Cheapest Birthday Gift (3)
She nodded: "Treat our mother well!" She patted him on the shoulder lightly, and then got into the car with her bag on her back.

He stood at the door and watched her leave, and couldn't help but forgot to look away for a long time.

Because it was too late, she didn't go back to the old house because her son and daughter had already gone to bed. After returning to the villa, she made a cup of coffee alone and sat in front of the easel in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Then he put a piece of drawing paper on it again, and when he was about to write, he stopped suddenly, his eyes inadvertently showed complicated emotions, looking at the rolled drawing paper in the vase next to him, he suddenly had an idea.

Going to the TV cabinet in the living room, I picked up the table set by the two of them and walked over to it. I put the table on the case next to it and followed the familiar outline gently with a pen.

Anyway, she is considered poor now, all the money is not earned by herself, the cheapest birthday present.

How much is a piece of paper?
She thought while drawing, and couldn't help feeling much better.

It's cheap, but it's serious.

Thinking of painting this gift for him by hand, I am in a good mood.

Before she knew it, it was past eleven o'clock. She leaned over and took the mobile phone on the case to check the time, and then looked at the door involuntarily.

He didn't know that she came back, maybe she went to the old house.

But that's okay, we're also nervous together.

Thinking about it, she turned her eyes back to the drawing board again, and the faces of the two people were drawn, which turned out to be quite similar.

Just a moment of loneliness, she felt that she could actually be very busy.

Because my body is gradually recovering, I can continue to work, and I need to do some things for the wedding.

After taking a shower, she looked at her skin left and right in front of the mirror. She felt that there was no major problem, and the wedding shouldn't be too bad.

But he was still a little worried, and he couldn't help but pouted slightly.

It would be an understatement to say that she wasn't nervous. When she thought that the wedding was about to begin, she couldn't help but her entire back stiffened.

Originally, she was a little sad because she sat in front of the drawing board for two hours, so she felt that her body was very rigid.

His car was parked at the door of the house, and after getting out of the car, he walked into the house in a chic manner.

Fu Rou called him at that time and said that when Xiao Xing came back, he knew that she would definitely not return to the old house tonight.

After going upstairs, the bedroom was empty, only her mobile phone was most eye-catching on the coffee table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The dark eagle eyes shot towards the bathroom door, the coat was thrown on the pure white bed, and he walked to the bathroom door with firm steps.

In the bedroom, only the floor lamp next to the bed was turned on, and his figure appeared extraordinarily tall and deep in the limited light.

After drying her hair, she tidied up the dressing table and got up to go outside.

His back was against the wall of the doorway, breathing deeply, his deep eyes staring at the dark light above his head.

Rou Ning lightly pinched the doorknob, but opened the door easily. As soon as she went out and closed the door, she was hugged by a strong arm.

Her frightened pair of catkins tightly grasped those strong arms, and she knew who was holding her when she heard the slightly heavy panting.

"You're back!" she said softly, her voice weak.

Being hugged a little tight, feeling like I can't breathe.

Of course she couldn't see his face in the dim light, and with her back to him, she could only feel his dull breathing lingering in her ears.

"Where did you have dinner tonight?" He picked her up and walked towards the bed, but he didn't forget to chat with her.

"At my mother's place!" She said, knowing that he had drunk, she was unwilling to get angry with him, and said to him almost without temper.

He gently put her down on the big bed, then stood in front of her and raised his hand to unbutton his shirt. The action was so aggressive that she couldn't help but back up.

Those pitch-black pupils were like the keen eyes of a cheetah, accurately catching her little thoughts, catching her eyes so that she didn't even dare to make too much movement to retreat.

The dim yellow light surrounded her purple nightgown, and the shining light pierced into his deep pool, and he took off his shirt in an instant and rushed over: "What are you hiding from? Mrs. Fu!"

Zhuo Xing couldn't laugh, his small face was tense and flushed, and he couldn't make any other expressions.

With that terrified look in his eyes, he gave an evil smile, touched her cheek with his sexy fingers, and gently said, "Three months have passed, are you okay now?"

What she has been hiding for the past two days is not that the three-month period has passed.

She smiled stupidly, very stiffly: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

In the silent bedroom, only her whirling voice could be heard, very pale.

"Don't understand? Your child is born and still don't understand this? Do you really think I don't know why you have been avoiding me these two days?"

As he spoke, he pulled down the straps of her nightgown to her shoulders with his sexy fingers, with a little anger and displeasure in his voice, and his movements were even a little rude.

It wasn't the first time for Xiaoxing to be stripped by him, but this time she was obviously overly nervous, almost desperately clutching the cloth on her chest: "I don't know what you are talking about, Fu Zhi, you drink too much, don't you so!"

She was going crazy.

It seemed he was going to rape her.

Her heartbeat became more and more uncontrollable, her little face turned red and white, and the veins on the backs of her hands were about to stand up.

"Who said I drank too much?"

Those three words pierced her heart like a poisonous arrow, scaring her into a panic.

"Fu Zhi, you really drank too much, take a rest first and I'll get you a glass of honey water to sober you up, okay?" She bit her lower lip tightly as she spoke, but he easily grabbed her two wrists with one hand , and lift them all over their heads.

She can no longer move.

She was so nervous that she could barely breathe.

"Fu Zhi, Fu Zhi..." She nervously called his name.

If he still had a shred of reason, she thought he wouldn't force her.

After all, it's the first time for a woman to behave like this with a man, so the man should pick a better time, at least.

She is so panicked now, afraid that she will be tortured by him alive for a long time.

But she didn't know that at this moment he was almost beyond rational.

It is because some things are too clear in my mind that I can't wait to go on like this.

It doesn't matter, whether she wants it or not, whether it hurts or not, no matter what she is thinking in her heart.

They are both past the age where it is easy to talk about love.

Even more afraid to experiment with their own dedication, a love, but only pain left in the end, they would rather not give.

(End of this chapter)