The mystery husband is a little bad

Fu Zhongting's sharp eyes narrowed, and his deep, unsophisticated eyes were shining, like staring at his prey.

In the face of her beloved man, Zhong Jiaqi is in a state of confusion and irregular heart beating at the moment, but in front of him, she still tries to pretend to be as if nothing happened, as if she was unmoved, even with a little determination to escape and be ready to withdraw in her confused eyes.

She has been afraid, afraid of their own every moth put out the fire, in exchange for the end of the ashes.

His heart is too cold, she can't cover it, so she is a little desperate.

"Identity? Didn't you hear what you called me? Then I'll take care of you! " Fu Zhongting said and dragged her to the side of the car.

Zhong Jiaqi was shocked and immediately scolded: "Fu Zhongting, you let me go, I call you a leader. That's polite. Do you really think you can do anything to me? You let me go! "

Women and men's strength, in the end, there is a gap, even if Zhong Jiaqi fight to the death, but also to the man's big hand, like an eagle catching chicken, she was caught in the car.

As soon as she got in the car, the door was locked. Zhong Jiaqi stared at the man beside her angrily: "what do you want to do? Where do you want to take me?"

In fact, Fu Zhongting didn't really think about what to do with her, but her noisy gesture made Fu Zhongting very angry, and now he can't see her take him as a stranger.

At the moment of seeing her again, the heart in his chest, which had been silent for a long time, seemed to be a little angry. There was a light tension and joy, which controlled him so much that he broke away from his usual proud reason and became unknown to himself.

Zhongjiaqi saw that he was locked in his eyebrows and had nothing to do with himself. It was funny and heartache. For so many years, he never understood her heart. Now, what kind of identity should they get along with.

"Fu Zhongting..."

But just at the moment when Zhong Jiaqi opened his mouth, the car started up and started to move forward at full speed.

Zhong Jiaqi didn't fasten the seat belt. The whole person leaned back because of the inertia, and quickly grasped the handle on one side. He was unhappy and said, "why don't you say a word when driving?"

"Sit down." Fu Zhongting's speed is very fast and the wind is very fast. Zhong Jiaqi is on fire in her heart. She doesn't want to talk to him anymore. She looks out of the window at her own way.

The window reflected her more and more mature face, which seemed still young, but her heart was already riddled with holes, and became strange to herself.

Looking back on the past ten years, it's like a lifetime. It's too hard to fall in love with a man you shouldn't love.

Unable to help it, she sighed. With endless fatigue and scars, Zhong Jiaqi felt that she was only 30 years old, but her mood was as old as 50 years old.

"Sigh what." She sighed as if she had not escaped his ears.

Zhong Jiaqi turned around and stared at his bright and dark deep handsome face under the neon light outside. "I just think that in the next life, I must find a man who first fell in love with me and a man who doesn't love himself. It's too hard. I don't want to experience it again. Maybe I'll be happier to be a woman waiting to be loved." Then she turned her head out of the window again.

Fu Zhongting's brow was once again wrinkled, her words, let his heart suddenly a smoke, she is now completely disappointed?

All the way silent, but zhongjiaqi found the car finally parked in his private residence underground garage.

"Get out of the car." Fu Zhongting said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Zhong Jiaqi suddenly hit his heart: "it's so late, I won't go up. Let's have a rest earlier."

She reached out to untie the seat belt, but the door couldn't be opened. She looked up a little anxiously at the man around her. Unexpectedly, he looked calm and self-contained, and stared at her deeply, which made people feel stressed.

"Leadership?"

Fu Zhongting sneered: "now I know that I'm the leader again. Didn't I just say that I'm the leader just to be polite?"

Zhong Jiaqi suddenly choked. She didn't know how to answer the questions. Her face was hot and dry. It's not so good to be in front of others. There was a chat line on her face: "Mr. Fu, have a rest earlier. I'll go back first."

"I've come all the way, so I have to go up and sit down." Fu Zhongting said again.

Zhong Jiaqi looks at him incredulously. She really suspects that something is wrong with her ears. This is not what Fu Zhongting, who she knows, will say.

"That I'm not going to give or take care of a man or a woman who is alone. "

"Are you afraid?" Fu Zhongting suddenly leaned over and got close to Zhong Jiaqi, trapped her between the seat and her chest. Zhong Jiaqi suddenly felt that the oxygen in the car was thin, and at the same time, she felt the unprecedented pressure. Her heart trembled, and she stared at the man nearby. She couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva: "I - what am I afraid of...""Go up if you're not afraid." Fu Zhongting intimidates Zhong Jiaqi to get off the car with a tough attitude. Zhong Jiaqi has five tastes in her mind, which are very complicated. When she gets off the car, she suddenly reaches out and grabs Fu Zhongting's arm. Her eyes are complicated and she looks at the man in front of her: "Mr. Fu, do you know what it means to invite a single woman upstairs in the middle of the night?"

Fu Zhongting's eyes are deep, and the dark ones reflect Zhong Jiaqi's burning eyes.

Zhong Jiaqi thought he didn't understand. Unexpectedly, he said, "yes, I'm not stupid. Let's go."

……

Now it's zhongjiaqi's turn to enter the circle. He can only be foolishly allowed to lead his hand into the elevator until he stands at the door of his house. Zhongjiaqi seems to have just recovered from the shock. Looking at the open door in front of her, her steps are hesitant and unable to move forward.

Fu Zhongting was waiting for her: "come in."

When it came to the end of the day, she counseled. It was not Zhong Jiaqi's style. Even if she played a drum in her heart, but at this time, a pair of joking eyes from Fu Zhongting gave birth to a solitary courage in Zhong Jiaqi's heart. She would not suffer any loss.

There is only one pair of slippers at the door, belonging to Fu Zhongting. Fu Zhongting puts the slippers directly at Zhong Jiaqi's feet.

Zhong Jiaqi was a little surprised: "you gave it to me, what do you wear?"

"No problem. I'll go barefoot and buy a pair later."

……

Fu Zhongting's feet are big. Zhong Jiaqi looks very broad in her slippers, but her heart is still a little sour and sweet.