The night is as deep as ink, and there is faint movement outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wen sat on the sofa in the bedroom, rubbing her temples gently, she had just taken cold medicine, and now the effect of the medicine is up, and the whole person is chaotic and doesn't have much strength.

Halfway through, a footstep in the hallway approached. The slippers rubbed against the wooden floor, not loud, but calm and familiar.

Wen Rou subconsciously clenched her fingers, her long eyelashes fluttered, and then opened.

It's pitch black.

Under the bright incandescent light, her fair and beautiful face was stained with a hint of nervousness and apprehension, and as usual, her dull eyes looked away aimlessly, revealing a little cautious vulnerability.

Bang Bang -

The door opened, and a cold wind swept through the familiar aura.

Wen Ruan hurriedly got up and reached out to take the suit jacket of the person who came over, but suddenly smelled a strong smell of wine, which was a little pungent.

She frowned slightly, raised her chin and whispered, "Have you drunk?"

There was silence in her ears for a moment, and the man rudely raised his hand to pinch her chin, and with a little effort, his thin lips mixed with the smell of wine blocked her fiercely, and began to attack the city and the land.

Frightened by his strong aura, Wen Rou took a step back with some fear, put his hands on his chest, and whispered to resist: "Thunder Owl ......"

The man's strength is amazing, and he turns a deaf ear to her weak words.

Wen Rou couldn't see his face, and could only feel the man's tall body, cold and hot.

Her heart was like a drum, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from her palms, and she pinched her legs uncomfortably, trying to regain some consciousness.

She's top-heavy now, her head is so groggy that she can't hold it anymore.

But feeling the indifference of the man without saying a word, she still froze and closed her eyes, biting her red lip and gradually loosening the fingers that were clutching his shirt.

A trace of mist gradually surrounded his eyes, trembling and whispering for mercy: "Thunderbolt, it's better to be lighter, I hurt." ”

Fu Tingxiao didn't hear it, and even intensified, until his soft and thin little face gradually turned pale, and he left without saying a word.

Soon, the sound of water was coming from the bathroom.

Wen Rou came back from the pain, gritted her teeth, and got up with her strength to grope in the bedside table.

She was skillful, apparently having practiced too many times, and when she touched a small white bottle, she poured out the contraceptive pill from it, and took it with a pale face and a pale face.

She and Fu Tingxiao have been married for three years, and there has always been very little communication. No matter how carefully she flattered, she couldn't get him any sincerity.

Wen softly pulled the corners of his bitter lips, feeling that the condition seemed to be aggravated, his whole body was soft, and the temperature on his forehead was ridiculously high.

She closed her eyes and tightened her nightgown and curled up on the bed. It seems to be extremely insecure, and its slender body only occupies a small part of the bed.

I don't know how long I slept in a daze, but a quick knock sounded at the door, and the maid reported eagerly outside the door: "Madam, the little young master's illness has been committed again." ”

The man got up suddenly, opened the door and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

Wen Ruan also struggled to get up and get out of bed, but in a panic, he tripped over the scattered clothes on the ground, and the pain of being crushed all over his body spread to his limbs again, and he staggered and slumped on the ground.

The cold temperature instantly spread to her whole body, like falling into an ice cellar, she didn't care too much, and after touching the cane, she got up and walked quickly to the side room.

Knowing the journey in the heart, this time I stumbled, and almost bumped into someone on the road several times, probably because the baby was sick, everyone was extremely busy, and the soft was more anxious, and when I finally walked to the side room, the tip of the nose had a thin layer of sweat.

"The little master went to the garden to play with the wind today, and he should have a cold. In addition, I didn't pay attention to pollen, so I got sick. The family doctor's calm voice came, making Wen Rou frown.

The maid was so frightened that her voice changed, and she explained tremblingly: "It's the lady who wants to take the little master to play alone, tell him a story, and let us all leave." ”

Fu Tingxiao seemed to be silent for a moment, and said coldly: "Since my wife can't take care of the child well, then tomorrow I will invite a tutor to come to the house to teach him personally." ”

As the words fell, the fingers that gently caressed the back of the child's hand stiffened suddenly, and the temperature of the whole body faded, and it was cold to the bone.

She bowed her head and said nothing, her back stiffened.

I only heard Fu Tingxiao's footsteps calmly leaving the side room, and the bedroom gradually fell silent.

After a long time, the fingers that were soft on the back of the baby's soft hand paused, and the lips smiled bitterly, and muttered: "Do you like me like this......"

The next day, the Fu family villa was as silent as ever.

Fu Tingxiao went to the company at seven o'clock, and the temperature on the bedroom bed had already dissipated. Xu had slept too long this night, and the wall clock hanging on the wall suddenly struck a few times.

It's already one o'clock in the afternoon.

Gently fumbling with the cane by the cabinet, she got out of bed to clean up the clothes that had been scattered all over the place last night.

Her delicate little face was still pale, but her spirit was much better, and her forehead no longer broke out in a cold sweat.

Exhaled lightly and put the dirty clothes into the basket, and went into the bathroom to wash up softly and lightly, the simple cropped pants wrapped around the slender thighs, only a small piece of pure white at the ankles was exposed, soft and gentle.

Walking slowly down the handrail of the stairs, although Wen Rou couldn't see it, he keenly heard the movement from the living room, and the sound of small footsteps reached the eardrums.

As if seeing her, the footsteps stopped in front of her.

Then the maid's voice sounded: "Madam, this is Miss Zhou." She is a tutor arranged by Fu Shao for the little young master, and Miss Zhou is very knowledgeable, is a doctor of Stanford Department of Finance, and masters eight Chinese. ”

The woman smiled lightly, "It's an honor to be able to help Mr. Fu." ”

The soft and beautiful voice is like a yellow bird, although it is invisible, it can also portray the gentle appearance of a woman with a smile and a unique style.

There was a moment of silence in the huge living room, gently and tightly clutching the cane, and there was a panic in her heart for no reason, the tutor who was said in the middle of the night yesterday was arranged today, she never doubted his efficiency, but she couldn't help but guess in her heart, whether it was a plan or a ......

Until the maid in the nursery trotted over and whispered, "Madam, the little master is awake." ”

Gently and violently came back to his senses, he didn't say anything, his little face tightened, and with the help of the maid, he took his cane to the baby room on the second floor.

Entering the bedroom, she leaned her cane against the head of the bed, leaned over and carefully pressed against the baby's soft cheeks. It wasn't until the little floppy hands curiously grasped her collar that the corners of her thin lips curled up.

But in just a second, a woman's soft voice came from the door, with an imperceptible reproach: "Miss Wen, a baby like you will be uncomfortable, and there will be bacteria, and the newborn is weak, so don't be careless." ”

The baby obviously likes himself like this, how can he be uncomfortable?

Wen Rou pursed her lips and didn't speak, but the footsteps in her ears were close.