Chapter 661 (1/2)

As soon as the big bed sank, the whole Sujin fell into it.

She looked at the approaching man like a frightened deer, covered her chest tightly with her hands, and said, ”you, you can't force me, you said.”

”Forced?” Fu Sihui raised his eyebrows, reached out and covered her with a thin quilt. He said teasingly, ”what are you forced to do? I just want you to sleep. You don't think too much.”

With a layer of quilt on his body, Su brocade only shows a small head.

She lay in bed staring at the man who teased her angrily and wanted to have a good theory with him.

But Fu Siyu stood at the bedside, condescending, and he was a little shorter in his momentum.

She snorted heavily, closed her eyes and ignored him.

Fu Siming saw that she was angry, smiled and said good night. Then Su Jin felt heavy around her and had a strong chest on her side.

The man's light Cologne drifted into the nose and made her nervous.

His body is like a soldering iron. Even a casual touch can lift a sea of fire.

”You can't sleep here.” Su Jin sat up and protested. It's strange that he can't help sleeping in a bed like this.

Fu Siming scooped her up and pushed her back to bed. Su Jin was about to struggle, but he heard his low, lazy voice: ”sleep.”

He closed his eyes and looked tired. There was a light shadow under his eyelids. The whole person had an unspeakable sense of fatigue.

These days, he ran around with Su brocade and worked hard.

After solving Xia Yanran's problem, many video conferences were held after she came back. People have reached their limit.

In such a short time, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Su Jin's heart was soft and she was reluctant to wake him up.

Staring at his handsome face, a voice kept asking herself, is this the person she loved before?

Unconsciously, sleep came, and Su Jin fell asleep.

Night enveloped the whole villa, and everything fell into a deep sleep.

Only Xia Yanran in the guest room opened her eyes wide. She looked at the ceiling without expression, but her eyes were very terrible.

Just now Su Jin and Fu Siming were close in the house, which made her jealous and going crazy.

She can't stand two people together at all, even one look.

If she didn't have a sense, she was afraid that the stone in her hand would be thrown at Su brocade.

Fu Sishui, you can only be mine, mine!

The morning sun came into the house and shone on the wide double bed.

Fu Siming moved his numb arm, looked at the sleeping little woman, and gently pulled his hand back from under her neck.

The hour hand had pointed to seven o'clock. He got up with light hands and feet, washed and was ready to go to work.

The breakfast table downstairs had been set. After looking at the food on the table, Fu Sihui couldn't help frowning.

He prefers Western food, so all the food on the table this morning is western style.

But Su Jin likes Chinese food. He drinks freshly ground soybean milk or a bowl of millet porridge every day.