Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 50 Don't Want Children

Chu Ci's body sank into the soft mattress.

A pair of bright eyes looked at the man in front of him with some horror.

"Fu Heng..." Chu Ci shouted in a hurry, the dark color in the man's eyes made her feel frightened and flustered.

"Don't move anymore!" His big hands pressed her waist and pressed her into the quilt, his voice hoarse.

He was afraid of hurting her, so that his future life would not be harmonious.

Chu Ci's heart was beating violently, her mouth was dry and her face was about to burn.

Fu Heng kissed her lips deeply, breathing more and more heavily in her ears, his voice was low and hoarse: "Relax, you won't be hurt if you don't move around."

His words were soft, and the rare tenderness made Chu Ci gradually less stiff and softened.

She closed her eyes tightly like a little ostrich, her eyelashes were trembling constantly, and she looked very cute.

With a thought in Fu Heng's mind, that part of his heart began to soften slowly. His speech speed slowed down, and his voice was indescribably tender: "Okay, today I will be lighter, and I will definitely satisfy you."

Chu Ci suddenly felt that something in her world was beginning to collapse, but it seemed that a certain feeling gradually became clear.

She wanted to grasp a little bit of reason, but just after reaching a point, she was dragged into another abyss by the man.

The feeling of ups and downs was like a wave, lifting her to the highest point and then falling down suddenly.

In the end, there was only one thought left in Chu Ci's mind.

She is going to die.

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Opening his eyes again, it was already dawn, Chu Ci raised his hand subconsciously to block the light, frowned and moaned.

So hungry.

She was tossed and tossed and exhausted yesterday, and she was so hungry and tired that she fell asleep after being hugged by a man and taking a bath.

Opening his big eyes in a daze, Chu Ci suddenly felt a shadow falling from the top of his head.

Before she had time to react, she was hugged, and the clean breath with the smell of shower gel surrounded her nostrils, and the deep and pleasant male voice was full of joy, "Good morning."

Chu Ci's small face was forced to be buried between his chest, and she looked up at the man's handsome and clean face in the early morning.

The quilt slid down from the shoulders, revealing the woman's white jade-like arms and shoulders.

His skin was like jade, and there were still some bruises on it, which he accidentally pinched out last night.

Fu Heng's heart moved, he lowered his head to kiss her pink cheeks, and locked her waist with his hands, full of warmth and fragrance.

Stretching out his hand to pinch Chu Ci's soft cheek, Fu Heng pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "Are you satisfied last night?"

This question!
Chu Ci regained her senses after making a fuss in a daze. She pushed the man and coughed dryly: "Hurry up and have breakfast!"

Fu Heng grabbed her hand and asked persistently: "You answer my question first."

Chu Ci's face turned red again, how should I answer this kind of question?

Whether it is affirmative or negative, it is very difficult to say.

And this man's routine is so deep, I really don't know what kind of hole he dug for himself to jump into!
Chu Ci covered her face, her voice was weak: "I don't know."

Fu Heng took her hand, locked her reddish face with a pair of deep eyes, and smiled narrowly: "If you are not satisfied, I can improve it to make it satisfactory to you."

Chu Ci was taken aback by his words, and hurriedly pushed him away, blushing and stammering, not knowing what he was talking about.

Fu Heng wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his face against her soft cheeks, with a gentle and doting expression: "Does it still hurt?"

Chu Ci looked at the serious and gentle face of the man, feeling a little absent-minded.

Is this still him?
The gentleness seems to be a different person from before.

I always thought he was a piece of cold ice, no matter how I covered him, I couldn't get warm.

A certain part of her heart felt something, Chu Ci wrung her fingers and suddenly seemed to think of something, and said, "You didn't do something last night, did you?"

She doesn't want a child yet, and feels that she is still young, so she can think about it.

More importantly, she felt that she hadn't fully fallen in love with Fu Heng, and if there was a child in the future, the marriage would be troublesome.

Fu Heng frowned, but his expression remained calm: "You don't want a child?"

Chu Ci lowered her head, her voice was weak: "It's not suitable yet."

There wasn't much expression on Fu Heng's face anymore, but all the previous tenderness had disappeared, and he frowned slightly: "Shouldn't you have a child when you're married?"

He thinks it's fun to have multiple cuties at home.

Seemingly shocked by his words, Chu Ci opened her mouth and blurted out almost without thinking: "Are you going to live with me forever?"

What she always thought in her heart was that maybe one day, when Fu Heng's ultimate goal of marrying her was achieved, then he would kick himself away, in order to avoid becoming a pitiful and unwanted person. Woman, she has to vaccinate herself in advance.

Of course, she regretted it when she said it, because the man's originally calm face suddenly became turbulent.

But his voice was still steady and asked back: "You don't want it?"

He directly threw this hot question to her.

How dare Chu Ci answer no? She rolled her eyes, glanced at the time and date, and suddenly remembered something, and exclaimed: "Ah, I'm going to be late for work. I'm going to give you an exclusive interview today."

Fu Heng collected his expression and sat up from the bed, stroked her hair: "Well, I won't tease you, let's go down and have breakfast!"

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The location of the interview is in the VIP reception room of the GK building.

When the appointed time came, Chu Ci went there with the editor-in-chief.

This time Chu Ci used to record and organize manuscripts and make soy sauce to support the scene. The interviews were mainly done by the editor-in-chief. She went over, probably at the private request of Fu Heng!

When Chu Ci and the editor-in-chief walked into the VIP reception room, Fu Heng hadn't come yet.

Think about it too, there is no president who waits for others, the president always makes others wait.

Chu Ci sat on the sofa for a while, sorted out the materials he brought, and then took a deep breath: "Editor-in-Chief, I'll sit behind and record it later."

The editor-in-chief flipped through the documents in his hand, "Hey, I'm also a little restless, almost no media has interviewed Mr. Fu before, and I don't even know what kind of routine he is. If he doesn't follow the routine, it will be bad. gone."

Chu Ci rolled her eyes in her heart, thinking that Fu Heng was a man who didn't follow the rules.

While secretly cursing in his heart, the door of the conference room was pushed open.

Walking in front was Fu Heng's secretary, who stepped aside a little and bowed to invite Fu Heng to come in.

Chu Ci almost jumped up from the sofa, and shouted to the editor-in-chief: "Mr. Fu!"

Fu Heng wore a Giorgio Aamani light blue shirt with a black pinstripe tie today, looking elegant and energetic.

He walked in slowly and nodded slightly to them: "The meeting is delayed, we can start now."

After speaking, he sat down on the sofa opposite, with an elegant and gentle demeanor: "I rarely give interviews, and I don't understand the process very well."

Seeing that he had said this, the master hurriedly showed a smile: "Mr. Fu, you are welcome, the process is very simple, I will just ask a few simple questions, and it will not touch personal issues."

The editor-in-chief first stated a series of polite words, and then asked a few simple questions.

Fu Heng did not fail to cooperate, and answered all the questions raised one by one.

When answering the question, there was a smile on his thin lips, his eyes were burning, and he looked towards the camera, but instead of looking at the camera or the face of the editor-in-chief who was interviewing, he looked at Chu porcelain.

Chu Ci was focusing on taking notes with the recording pen, but she couldn't help but look up after feeling a burst of burning eyes.

This time, the eyes of the two met in mid-air.

The man's gaze was a little playful, Chu Ci ground his teeth, and finally lost, he hurriedly lowered his head, pretending that nothing happened.

After asking a few questions, the editor-in-chief took a sip of water, flipped through the memo, and asked, seemingly impromptu, "I heard that GK Group is competing with Boda Group for the right to develop the west of the city. confidence?"

Everyone in Yicheng knows that Shen's family and Fu's family are famous families, but these two families are also incompatible.

When this question was asked, the editor-in-chief felt uneasy, but if Fu Heng answered, it would greatly improve the magazine's sales.

Chu Ci secretly held the recording pen, raised her face to look at the man opposite.

Judging from the man's reaction when she mentioned the Shen family a few times before, he must be extremely disgusted with the Shen family!

After all, they are commercial competitors.

Fu Heng cast his gaze over, lingered on Chu Ci's face for a few seconds, and smiled: "GK started out in the real estate business, if you don't have the confidence, how can you gain a foothold in this industry?"

One sentence is full of domineering but extremely restrained.

Indeed, in the real estate industry, no one in Yicheng except the Shen family would dare to touch this piece of cake.

Chu Ci doesn't understand business matters. Her father runs such a big company, so it's not easy to fail.

The editor-in-chief secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then do you have anything to say to your competitors?"

Fu Heng spread his hands: "Business competition pays attention to fairness, blindly playing dirty tricks will only entangle yourself."

His voice is not loud but powerful.

It seemed to be a warning, but also a reminder.

After Chu Ci quickly jotted it down in the notebook, an inexplicable coldness flashed across her heart, and the coldness rolled down her back, making her feel icy cold.

The time was almost up, and when the editor-in-chief finished asking the last question, he suddenly said quickly: "Mr. Fu, you are so good, you graduated from a prestigious school, you are also a returnee, and you are the CEO of the group at a young age. No, then I don’t know what Mr. Fu’s favorite object is like?”

(End of this chapter)