After Fu Siqing's brain crashed for dozens of seconds, he pulled the corners of his mouth, "Xu Liangchen, can you still live in this house?"

Xu Liangchen understood the meaning of her words, "This is what my mother secretly bought for me, no one knows, you can rest assured! The majority of netizens don't have the ability to get your human flesh out." ”

"Are you sure?" Although Xu Liangchen is very reliable, she always has a bad premonition.

"Why did you want to go to Lingmei Group?"

"Nothing. ”

Fu Siqing didn't want to say more, so he didn't continue to ask. From the first meeting, Xu Liangchen found that this girl had many secrets. But she didn't say, so he didn't ask.

That night, Fu Siqing circled around the house, and after making sure that there were no cameras and any suspicious people were infested, he tightened the curtains in all the rooms.

Except for Xu Liangchen, no one knew that she lived here.

Fu Siqing had just climbed into bed, ready to turn off the lights and go to bed, when the hurried doorbell began to ring again.

"Xu Liangchen, what's wrong with you? Is it ...... that your doorbell doesn't want money" As soon as she opened the door, a drunken man rushed straight at her, and the whole person pressed on her.

Her small body held the weight of the man, closed the door with her feet, and then dragged the drunk man to the living room floor.

How did he find here?

You won't be following the paparazzi reporter outside the door, right?

If she threw him out, wouldn't she be going to die if she was photographed by the media? But if there was no media, this drunken man would stay outside all night......

After some ideological struggle, Fu Siqing decided to take him in for one night, and tomorrow he could ask for his guilt. Or simply take some ugly photos of him, black photos, to threaten him to clarify the scandal on the Internet.

Pulling hard, Fu Siqing dragged Fu Yiran from the cold floor to the sofa, and then she found that she couldn't get up. The pendant around her neck was entangled with Fu Yiran's pendant.

His warm breath, a little bit of body fragrance mixed with a strong smell of wine, sprayed on Fu Siqing's face. It was the first time she had been so close to a man. No, to be precise, in the bathroom, there was also such a close distance.

Looking at his quiet sleeping face, Fu Siqing's breathing became short, her face became hotter and hotter, and she could feel her heart beating faster, like a deer crashing, uneasy and disordered.

Fu Yiran closed his eyes, stretched out his long arms, clasped the back of her head and pressed it tightly against her lips. Just once, soft and hot.

The pendant is detached and no longer entangled.

Fu Siqing only thought that he was drunk or recognized the wrong person, turned off the light in the living room, and ran to the bedroom upstairs as if he was running away, ignoring the fallen slippers.

The whole living room was darkened, and the gauzy curtains reflected a glimmer of moonlight.

Fu Yiran touched his thin lips, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently rose. He finally kissed her, although only for a moment, like a child who had waited for a long time to finally eat candy, full of joy.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to Han Zeyu: "The infiltration is successful! The plan is as usual! Prepare things tomorrow, and arrive on time at seven o'clock!"

He replied, "OK!" ”

Fu Yiran turned sideways, this sofa was too small, and there was no place for him to put his legs. No, we have to replace this broken sofa and replace it with a bigger one! No, we have to change the bed to a bigger one! No, this house seems to be Xu Liangchen's, and the house should be replaced!

This night, just on the small broken sofa, Fu Yiran also slept very peacefully and comfortably. And before going to bed, he sent another instruction to Han Zeyu: "Let the media expose this place tomorrow!"

The moonlight is beautiful tonight, and you are very sweet.