Her fingertips were a little cold, trembling slightly, obviously disgusted to the extreme, but she didn't resist.

She hated him and her greatest wish was to ruin him.

But she thought about it, her only bargaining chip was that he still loved her.

The absence of resistance is undoubtedly the greatest acquiescence and encouragement.

Fu Chen's body was hot, he held her and lay on her side, carefully and frantically kissing her eyebrows, eyes, lips and every corner of her neck.

Yan Mu's body trembled slightly, and finally at the moment when he completely lost control and touched her last line of defense, he gently pressed his hand against his chest.

Even if she tells herself over and over again, endure it again, endure it again, and it will pass, don't disobey him, coax him, and she will get what she wants.

But after all, I can't do it, after all, I hate it too much, I hate it too much.

The instinctive rejection of her body made her want to break down the door and run away.

His movements froze, his eyes scarlet hot, and he looked at her in bewilderment.

Yan Mu's hands trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I'm too tired today, how will I be tomorrow." ”

Even if she provoked all the fire, no matter how unbearable it was, he couldn't resist her pitiful begging for mercy.

I felt uncomfortable like scratching my heart, but I cherished her more, so I could only give up.

Fu Chen let go of her and coaxed lightly: "Okay, it's okay, you rest first." ”

She didn't reply, moved her body away from him, turned her back again, and curled herself up in a ball.

Fu Chen got up and got out of bed, and soon, there was a sound of flowing water in the bathroom.

Yan Mu listened to the voice quietly, and felt a little hatred for no reason.

He has obviously taken a bath, can the fire in that body be washed away?

After a long time, the bathroom door was pushed open, Fu Chen softly walked to the side of the bed and lay down again, feeling the person next to him move, he should not be asleep.

He grabbed her with his big hand and wanted to take her into his arms, but unexpectedly, she broke away like an electric shock and rolled over and got out of bed.

After a moment, she turned back to her voice in a normal tone, even with some explanation: "I want to go to the bathroom." ”

Fu Chen's outstretched hand could only retract, facing her, but he couldn't get angry at all.

She turned around and went straight into the bathroom, turning on the faucet on the sink.

She squeezed the cleanser, wiped it all over her face and neck, rubbed it carefully and vigorously, and rinsed it with water over and over again.

The uncomfortable feeling is still unabated.

She squeezed the cleanser again, smeared it, rinsed it again.

The whole face was washed dry and painful, until it was visibly reddened.

Most of the bottles of facial cleanser have been squeezed out by her, and Yan Mu is still holding the water and patting it on her face and neck over and over again.

I didn't wash it, and I didn't seem to be able to wash it at all.

The hand that was rubbing his face vigorously was suddenly choked, and a low, cold voice sounded in his ears: "Do you hate me like that?"

Her hand froze instantly, and even her flushed face turned white.

opened her eyes, and in the mirror in front of her, Fu Chen was standing beside her.

Under his eyes, thousands of emotions surged.

Disgusted?

Of course it's disgusting, but it's not just disgusting?

and an enemy who killed his father, sharing a bed and grinding his ears and temples.

That feeling is not just disgust, it is the desire to tear off all the flesh and skin on his body, so that it can grow a new and clean skin.

But she can't, she can only wash, she can only wash it over and over again secretly.

Then she looked up at him and lied to him that he didn't.

Yan Mu calmly looked up at the person in front of him: "Don't you know? If there is any residue in makeup, the damage to the skin is irreversible. ”

Fu Chen's eyes were still cold, staring at her so calm and relaxed, so casual.

Yan Mu stood on tiptoe slightly, stretched out his hand, and hooked his neck.

"You are my husband, I don't hate anyone I hate. ”

Fu Chen's eyes tightened fiercely, his hand raised, and he directly picked her up horizontally and entered the bedroom.

Jiang Wenyan was right, he didn't deserve it, he was really stunned by this woman.

How ridiculous, he knew she was telling the most beautiful lie, and all he cared about was how beautiful it sounded.

Yan Mu let him lie down with him in his arms, obviously so scared that the hand that hooked his neck trembled, but he still looked at his eyes lightly: "Do you still want it?"

Fu Chen's hand around her waist just touched her lower abdomen affectionately, and secretly sighed that such a flat lower abdomen had already given birth to a fresh little life.

But when he heard her words, the movements of his hands stopped instantly.

Think?

Of course he wanted to, but he was even more impressed by the ruthlessness that she was eager to rub off a layer of her skin in the bathroom just now.

Fu Chen withdrew his hand and said softly: "Sleep, don't worry, I won't touch you again." ”

Yan Mu turned his back, but after a while, there was really a sound of shallow breathing that seemed to be asleep.

Early the next morning, Uncle Zhou sent a black dress over, and along with him, there was a stylist waiting to make up for Yan Mu.

The stylist Yan Mu has seen that at the previous wedding, it was this person who put on makeup for her, and he was an internationally renowned stylist.

Fu Chen sat downstairs and watched Yan Mu come down, a hint of surprise flashed in his expression, afraid that she would be displeased because she was too formal, and when she opened her mouth, she actually had a little explanation.

"You are pregnant, and you can't use your previous cosmetics anymore, so I asked her to send a set for you. If you're not used to someone helping you put on makeup, you can make it yourself, or you can do it without makeup. ”

Yan Mu sat down on the sofa opposite him and chuckled: "Of course I am used to it." Since it's a banquet, you can't lose your face. ”

Fu Chen didn't respond again, and he couldn't say anything in his heart.

If he hadn't seen her wash her face like that last night, he would have really thought that she was relieved.

She obviously hated him so much, but she wanted to wear a mask like this, pretending to be close, which made him extremely irritable.

Fu Chen got up and spoke: "Then you clean up first, I'll wait for you in the car outside." ”

"Okay. Yan Mu didn't get up and responded to him.

When he went out, the stylist followed Yan Mu into the room and spread out a large makeup box, which was full of bottles and cans of makeup tools.

Yan Mu suddenly spoke: "Let's make it thicker." ”

The stylist was slightly stunned and looked up at the woman in the mirror.

This face is very good, and there is almost no flaw in the facial features, even if it is not powdered, there will never be a shame.

It's a pity that heavy makeup covers the original appearance.

And the Lord who is outside the door......

The stylist carefully reminded: "Young lady, I think Mr. Fu likes a lighter finish." ”

Yan Mu looked up at her, as if it was really funny, and couldn't help but chuckle, but her voice was tough.

"Can't I call the shots? He likes clear soup and little water, why should he ask you to put on my makeup?"