Chapter 70 (1/2)

Her reaction was too real, or he could not have imagined that a woman would still be able to play tricks at this time. He could not help feeling proud and turned over, his forehead was against her forehead, and in a hoarse voice, he said with a smile: ”I have no conscience. Ask who I have been so patient with? ”

He Yan felt a sigh of relief in his heart, but she did not dare to relax at all. Her eyes were moving, and she seemed to be able to hook the human soul. She asked him maliciously, ”who are you going to ask? What are you asking? ”

Her small appearance and her mouth full of glib really made him love and hate. Fu Shenxing was stunned and bit her lip. He Yan is busy don't head, eyebrow Yu can't hide that trace of disgust for a moment, carelessly was he looked a positive. However, he misunderstood it. He held her face in his hand and said with a low smile: ”what do you dislike? Try it. It's sweet. ”

Then, despite her resistance, she bowed her head and deeply kissed her.

Out of the window, the evening is just beginning In fact, love or instinct is just another fight between men and women. She knew that he was still entangled.

He Yan fell into a coma early, but Fu Shenxing was still awake, sitting alone at the head of the bed, quietly playing with the cigarette in his hand. After a long time, he turned his head, put his fingers into her thick hair, gently twisted, slowly stroked, and looked at her face in the dim light.

She was sleeping soundly, not disturbed by him at all. On her white and delicate face, her red lips were slightly open, moist and tender. That's his masterpiece. He looked at it, and he could not help but bend down and peck her lip gently. She then vaguely reached out to push him, and said indistinctly, ”don't make noise, sleep.”

He laughed and finally let her go. Instead of lying down to sleep, he put on his nightgown and got up and went out. Downstairs, ah Jiang is sitting at the table, eating in silence. When he comes downstairs, he stands up and cries, ”Mr. Fu.”

Fu Shenxing motioned him to sit down and continue to eat. He only said, ”come to my study after dinner.”

He had a separate study, not the reading area in the living room, but a tight study, even equipped with anti eavesdropping equipment. However, he rarely went in. There were too many ”Fu Shenxing” preferences and traces in it. The tall bookshelves were full of original foreign books, and he felt dizzy when he only looked at the closely arranged spine.

He doesn't like it here, or the Shen Zhi festival that he can't erase from his soul.

A few minutes later, a Jiang followed him, closed the door, stood at the desk with his hands down and called him respectfully, ”Mr. Fu.”

Fu Shenxing nodded slightly and asked, ”what's the matter?”

”They have all been dealt with. Not only the file that came along, but also some records of the early years have been erased.” A Jiang Ying Dao briefly described the process of going to Beiling, and then said, ”it's just that we haven't been able to find out who is helping the Chen family. There are many people who have access to the archives. It's difficult to find out one by one. I have investigated the call records of the Chen family's grandparents and grandchildren, and there is no clue. ”

A Jiang stopped and took a careful look at Fu Shenxing. Then he continued, ”even if Miss He and the Chen family are connected, there is no trace.”

Fu Shenxing was silent for a moment, but he could not help laughing. He said to himself, ”I can't believe that she can do so many things under my eyes. I despise her.”