Love You To The Bones

"Brother Zichuan, I don't mean to challenge your patience. I just love you so much and want to be your woman. I've been waiting for this day for a long time."

Fang Yanrong spoke in a soft voice while feeling wronged. She stretched her hand into Shen Zichuan's black nightgown. Her boneless fingers slipped down his back skin and circled intentionally or unintentionally.

Shen Zichuan frowned and took a deep breath. He suddenly turned around and walked a few steps away. His handsome face had thin lips and no emotion. "I'm very tired now. I just want to rest."

"Brother Zichuan, I always have you in my heart. I miss you and want to sleep in the same bed with you. Don't you miss me at all?"

Fang Yanrong looked at Shen Zichuan without blinking, with a shy blush on her fine makeup face, sparkling eyes and deep feelings.

When he walked back, she stepped forward and threw herself into his chest, close to the man's strong body, and the bright red and moist lips covered his cold and thin lips.

Shen Zichuan turned his face sideways, dodged Fang Yanrong's attack, and pushed her away with force. Dangerous eyes shone in his deep eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in that for the time being."

The next second, he heard Fang Yanrong's repressed sobs.

"Brother Zichuan, when will you be interested in me? Why do you have excuses to prevaricate me every time? I love you. I'm your fiancee. I hope to get happiness and satisfaction from you. Is it wrong? Do you hate me and don't like me?"

Fang Yanrong fell painfully on her knees on the cold floor. Her hair was messy, and her crystal clear tears kept falling along the corners of her eyes, sobbing in a low voice, like a wronged little girl, crying all over her face, and there was no longer the shining image of a goddess in the daytime.

"If I hate you, I won't agree to be engaged to you. Don't think about it."

Shen Zichuan looked at Fang Yanrong with a headache. She noticed that her eyes were red and swollen, twisted her eyebrows, and was stunned. Finally, she lowered her voice to comfort her.

"Then why don't you let me stay with you?"

Fang Yanrong raised her head and looked at the handsome and threatening man's face in front of her. The light was dim, and his facial features were also faint in the light, so that she could not see clearly. Is the small shadow reflected at the bottom of his eyes her or Fang Xiaoran?

Her wet eyes stared at him deeply. Her thin white and tender fingers stretched forward and pointed to the heart of his left chest. As soon as she opened her mouth, tears poured down like a waterfall.

"Brother Zichuan, do you have me here? Do you have my place?"

Shen Zichuan looked at her sad and collapsed expression. Her heart was soft. Her cold face couldn't help softening two points. "Don't think so much. Everything will be better when we get married."

"Really? Brother Zichuan, will you marry me?"

Although such aggressive forced marriage is very embarrassing, Fang Yanrong has no better way.

Since Shen Zichuan had a car accident on the way to catch up with Fang Xiaoran six years ago, she was desperate to find that no matter how she tried her best to seduce Shen Zichuan, he was not interested. She always looked at her coldly and teased him like a failed woman without shame, but he was indifferent.

"Brother Zichuan, will you really want me?"

Facing Fang Yanrong's questioning again, Shen Zichuan didn't know how to give an answer. In fact, even he didn't understand why the other party's Yanrong couldn't have a slightest desire.

In the face of her various pleasures, his body will feel more or less, but when he wants to go further, his mind is always a white fog, and a strange sense of emptiness flows into every nerve and cell of his body, as if he can never fill it. Naturally, he loses more interest in men and women.

But he didn't just smile at each other. When he was socializing in major bars and clubs, he was still not interested in the drinking girls.

Song Zijian always ridiculed him for being indifferent to women. He was probably a monk and Taoist practicing in some corner.

But actually, it's not.

Occasionally, a vague blank memory washes Shen Zichuan's brain. In the faint picture, he seems to be obsessed with a woman's body and reluctant to part with it. He wants to sing with that woman night and night——

The memory was lost, but Shen Zichuan was 100% sure that the woman was not Fang Yanrong at all.

But who is it?

Whose body makes him linger and never know satisfaction?

Fang Xiaoran?

Remembering the only few meetings, Shen Zichuan was not very happy. In his heart, he vetoed them.

He hates her. He hates her. How can he cling to her body?

"Don't worry."

Shen Zichuan covered up the ups and downs in his heart, stretched out his hand to pull Fang Yanrong up from the floor and kissed her forehead. "I mean what I say. Since I promised to marry you, I won't change it."

Fang Yanrong blushed and shyly catered to his kiss.

But in my heart, it has been cold like a millennium ice.

For so many years, she took out her heart and lungs to Shen Zichuan, so she had to send her hands to him, but he was still unwilling to take the initiative to kiss her lips.

She mercilessly closed her eyes and covered all the jealousy and coldness at the bottom of her eyes.

Fang Xiaoran didn't know that she was firmly hated by Fang Yanrong. That day, she just finished all kinds of materials in her hand and assigned the heads of various departments. She finally got a breath, so she stayed in Xiao Jingcheng's office, blowing the air conditioner and drinking lemon tea.

Xiao Huange doesn't know where to find an aunt who is hardworking and kind-hearted. She arranges to take care of Fang Baoer in the apartment. Seeing that Aunt sincerely takes care of her daughter, her heart hanging in the air finally falls back to her chest.

Now, she is focused on how to conceive Shen Zichuan's child again.

One way is to get Shen Zichuan's sperm and make a test tube baby; The other is that she threw down Shen Zichuan and conceived the baby in the most normal and natural way——

However, no matter which one is adopted, it is more difficult.

For this difficult thing, Fang Xiaoran was so worried that she couldn't sleep every night, and her hair was almost white.

Just then, the door of the office slammed and was kicked open from the outside. Xiao Huange, wearing a fiery red dress, rolled in like a wanton flame.

She took off the pair of super exaggerated diamond sunglasses on her face. Seeing Fang Xiaoran's sad expression, she shook her head, "Niu, haven't you thought of a way to deal with Shen Zichuan?"

"No, alas, I'm worried to death."

"Shit, I said big beautiful girl, why don't you come to me if you have a problem?"

Xiao Huange pretended to be unhappy, turned his red lips and said in an aggravated tone, "you forget, what's my notorious name in Tongcheng? Eat, drink and have fun, I'm not good at it!

I tell you, for Shen Zichuan, who has long forgotten your ex husband and attempts to conceive his child through normal ways, the probability of realizing is basically zero, but my crooked trick is different. I promise you to win one trick and hold three at a time. "

"What crooked trick?"

Fang Xiaoran's action of sucking lemonade tightened her pretty eyebrows.