The tossing and turning sound continued until midnight, when it stopped, while the heavy breathing continued.

Yan Mu lay on the bed, in the dim moonlight, covered his head in the quilt, his eyes open, and did not feel the slightest sleep.

stayed up like this until the second half of the night, and the man next to him should be asleep.

She moved her body to the edge of the bed in a magical way, and looked sideways at his face through the moonlight.

In fact, I can't see the real thing, the light is very dim, but I always feel that the face is too white at the moment, and it seems that I can even see the cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

Her mind was full of a voice repeating: Will something happen, will he be fine.

After a long side look, she seemed to be hooked for a while, thinking that he was asleep after all, and reached out uncontrollably to his forehead, wanting to probe his body temperature.

His heart hung straight like that, his body leaned against the edge of the bed, and his hand stretched out little by little.

It was a person who was sleeping with even breathing, but suddenly opened his eyes.

When she reacted violently to withdraw her hand, he quickly grabbed her wrist before her.

The next moment, Fu Chen turned over and turned on the light in the room, catching a trace of panic and escape that clearly flashed in her face.

His face suddenly approached her, and his low voice contained clarity and smugness: "I can't help it like this?"

A chill flashed between her fingers, but she regained her senses in an instant, the hand he held did not struggle, and her voice was cold and smiling.

"Suddenly I was interested, I wanted to see if you were dead. ”

He was obviously unmoved, and followed her words and asked sarcastically, "Is that disappointing?" ”

She snorted softly, looking at the hand he had choked with clear disgust, and with the other hand pulled down the quilt to cover her head.

"It's okay, it's going to be a long time, but I'm not so anxious, I fell asleep. ”

There was a moment of silence, but the hand did not let go.

The quilt covering her head was suddenly lifted, and his hand that was holding her wrist suddenly rose and pressed against her arm.

The face enlarged in front of her eyes in an instant, and the thin lips pressed against hers.

It's so familiar, it's full of peace of mind.

It was only for a moment, and her mind was already blank.

Obviously there is a voice roaring anxiously: Push him away, are you crazy, push him away, you don't love him, you hate him now, hate him, disgust him.

And all the body can feel is softness and acceptance, which is uncontrollable, and the whole body can't exert any strength.

Why can't she do it, obviously she has done a good job before this.

Her hand was pressed against him, and his thin lips gnawed and traced unscrupulously, until the saltiness in her eyes slipped madly down the corners of her eyes.

The man she loved so much, now he was by her side, kissing her so affectionately and affectionately.

In the end, how can she do her best to resist the extreme pandering of her body's instinct at this moment, how can she not do it.

He finally stopped, stared at her tearful eyes, and reached out to wipe the tears from her face little by little.

There was a low pain in his voice, but it was extremely soft: "Why don't you push it away?" ”

That shred of reason was finally withdrawn, and her body still couldn't help but tremble slightly, but her eyes had returned to coldness.

She frowned, reached out to wipe her lips, and said in an indifferent voice: "The body's reaction is just because of habit, even if I can't resist you for the time being, so what?"

With a human life separating me, it is impossible for me to continue to love you, let alone accept you. ”

There was great impatience in his eyes: "What is it necessary to turn this story over?"

The corners of her lips curled into a sneering and disgusting sneer: "Let my father come back to life." ”

"You can't be resurrected from the dead. He tried his best to restrain his emotions.

The woman's smile on the bed expanded slightly, and she spoke softly, word by word: "Then, wait for the next life." ”

There were bruises exposed at the corners of his forehead, and after all, he tried his best to suppress his anger and softened his voice: "Sleep." ”

The lights went out, and the dead silence of the room was restored, and everything that had happened a moment ago was nothing more than an illusion.

When I woke up again, it was already bright outside the window, and it was estimated that it was at least eight o'clock.

Fu Chen didn't leave, just sat by the floor-to-ceiling window, tapping on the keyboard of the notebook with a flat face, as if he didn't mean to leave.

She wanted him to let go of her and leave him again, but she didn't want him to be so depressed and waste his career.

With great disgust, she rolled over and got out of bed and walked to the bathroom, her voice was only cold: "Why don't you go to the company and stay here?"

"No, I won't. ”

She paused for a moment, unable to understand what he meant.

She took a deep breath: "What do you mean." ”

He repeated again in a flat voice: "I don't want to go." ”

Her heart suddenly tingled, and the rising guilt blocked her throat dry, but her mouth became more and more cold.

"If you don't go, then I'll go, it's my limit to be able to endure one night. ”

The man stood up suddenly, turned around and strode over to her.

She suddenly panicked and tried to step back, but he quickly held her shoulder.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his voice was full of great exhaustion and pain: "Xiao Mu, I feel uncomfortable. ”

Her heart suddenly froze, and even her body stiffened instantly, but she was extremely sober: "Okay, you can stay wherever you like, I'll go, okay?"

He finally let go of his hand, turned around and took the computer, and walked out of the room.

This time, not a word was spoken.

Fu Yuanshan's message quickly came in, asking her to go to the Sheng family to meet, with an address.

Even if it was the expected result, the thing she was most afraid of seeing, she could only pass without hesitation after all.

This time, she would never give up on him as easily as before, and she had to be completely sure that the sacrifice she had made was worth it.

When the taxi arrived at the Sheng family's villa, Fu Yuanshan's car was already parked outside.

As soon as he entered the door, in addition to the majestic man sitting on the sofa, there was a pair of middle-aged men and women standing opposite, who should be Sheng Ziang's parents.

"It's coming. Fu Yuanshan spoke in a deep voice and looked at Yan Mu who was approaching silently.

The middle-aged woman's face was pale, and as soon as Fu Yuanshan's voice fell, she suddenly threw herself out of control and pounced on Yan Mu.

"What are you going to do! My son is dead, what do you want to do! What does my son's death have to do with you!"

Yan Mu subconsciously took a step back, and a huge sadness and despair appeared on the woman's face.

A maid immediately stepped forward to stop the person who was rushing in, and the middle-aged man's voice sounded: "Help Mrs. go back to the room to rest." ”

The woman's face became more and more crazy, and she punched and kicked: "Sheng Tianming, you brute, you are not worthy of being a father!"

You let your son die in vain for that little benefit, and you don't have to die well!"