Lucky to Have You Till the End

In the bathroom.

Tang Xinyan stood in front of the washstand, looking at the flushed woman in the mirror, her eyes gleaming, and the long eyelashes trembling, she lowered her head in shame, and after squeezing the hand sanitizer, she vigorously scrubbed her white jade-like hands.

Suddenly, she felt a gaze that could not be ignored fell on her, she raised her eyes and looked in the mirror.

The long jade man leaned on the door frame, his posture was lazy and casual, his long slender fingertips played with a silver-white lighter, and when she looked at him through the mirror, his narrow eyes were as deep as a pool. Also projected towards her.

Four eyes face each other.

She finally recovered her normal heartbeat steadily and began to become chaotic again.

The scene on the sofa just now was too charming and ambiguous, making people blush and heartbeat.

Withdraw his gaze, not wanting to look at him again.

She was not at all the few minutes he had imagined. If the two of them develop further and have that kind of relationship, she will be petite, and she won't be able to bear him--

Realizing that I was thinking about that, the temperature of his face rose sharply.

"Okay, after washing it down, the skin on your hands will be rubbed off."

The man's muffled voice rang above his head, and Tang Xinyan's waist tightened.

The man's long and strong arms hugged her from behind.

Her slender and graceful back was attached to her hard and firm chest.

A very intimate and ambiguous hug.

Tang Xinyan asked herself that she hadn't gotten acquainted with him enough to finish that kind of thing for him, and embraced him intimately.

Fortunately, he felt her stiffness and didn't force her to do anything. He stretched out his palm from her waist to turn off the faucet, and then wiped her little hand with a towel.

He was about to leave when her phone rang next to the washstand.

In the car before, she just deleted Fu Sichen's number, and did not block it again.

She thought that Fu Sichen would not contact her again for a short time after the incident that was unpleasant and even caused mutual disgust.

Unexpectedly, he called right now.

Although there was no remark, she recognized at a glance that it was Fu Sichen's mobile phone number.

Not only Tang Xinyan recognized Fu Sichen's phone number, Mo Chiwei also recognized it.

He took the first step and picked up the phone.

Tang Xinyan realized that he was going to answer the phone, and instinctively wanted to take back the phone.

"I won't have anything to do with him, it's fine if he doesn't answer the phone."

Mo Chiwei circled Tang Xinyan into his arms and swiped the answer button with his other hand.

Tang Xinyan wanted to stop it, but it was too late, and Fu Sichen's voice on the other end of the phone rang, "Xinyan, Yu Rou said you are married. Tell me, this is not true!"

"It's true, she is already married." Mo Chiwei's low voice was extremely cold.

Tang Xinyan couldn't get rid of his embrace, and simply didn't bother to struggle any more, she sighed in her heart as she looked at his angular profile and his bottomless cold eyes.

Forget it, in front of him, she has always only been eaten to death.

If he wants to answer Fu Sichen's phone, just answer it. Anyway, she and Fu Sichen won't have any more possibilities.

It's just that she really didn't understand Fu Sichen's thoughts. When she was with him, he never cherished it. After divorcing, he seemed to have deep-rooted affection for her.

Does he have schizophrenia?

Now that you are with Tang Yurou, you should cherish it, don't you want to go back and forth again, right?

Hearing the low male voice on the phone, it took several seconds for Fu Sichen to react, "Who are you? How can you be with Xinyan?"

"I am her husband, and I will ask Shao Fu to stop calling to disturb my wife in the future, especially at night, she has no time and energy to deal with you."