Not......

Fu Chen snorted, his brows tightened, maybe he was disturbed by his sleep, and his body moved to drive away this strange feeling.

It's just an unconscious action, the beads of sweat slide more happily, and it makes people can't even take their eyes off, Shao Huachi was angry and wanted to teach a lesson, but he was captured by this sexy appearance, but he had some sincerity, and he was originally ready to endure the hand that he was holding back, and his strength couldn't help but deepen, and he changed from twisting to pinching.

Fu Chen obviously didn't wake up, his breathing and heartbeat didn't change, Shao Huachi observed for a while, and after making sure that his eyes were more gentle.

He chuckled, not really, like an illusion.

"Escape, what escape. The voice was lower than usual, hoarse with a hint of affection, and the rhetorical question was also very sultry, "Huh?"

A hand hidden in the quilt slowly clenched up, trembling and enduring, and it still looked like it was sleeping.

At least before that, Fu Chen had always thought that the place on his chest was more like an ornament for men.

What exactly does this advisor do?

It shouldn't be what he thought, the people in the red sleeves were too worshipful of Shao Huachi before, and it seems that I heard that such people abound in this Baoxuan City, here, King Rui is a god. And from the words of the green whisk, he saw that he was a man of great talent, stern and decisive, good at forbearance, strict in control, loving the people like a son, not lacking political acumen and extremely good at controlling the situation, and drew the general Zhenxi who defended the city into his command, and set up an ambush, attacking the enemy before and after, treating the enemy quite decisively to get rid of it without leaving any trouble, and making good use of the people's hearts, from the people he met can see how highly respected he is. Not only can Wu attack and defend, but Wen can also govern the city after the disaster, so as long as a prince is a normal person, he will have a very good impression of him.

Fu Chen even had those candidates for Ming Jun in history in his mind, he almost saw those shadows from Shao Huachi, although he didn't say it on his face, he also admitted in his heart the vision of the original owner, maybe it was the original owner's serious injury that gave him the opportunity to cross over, but he carefully sensed that he and this body did not have the legendary rejection, and there was no other soul, that is, now he has absolute control over this body.

He doesn't know if he borrowed the corpse to resurrect his soul, but if he succeeds the original owner, if reality allows him, he will still fulfill the original owner's wish as much as possible, and it is also a good way out to continue to be a strategist under such a prince, which is also one of the reasons why he wants to inquire about the original owner's character, life, and deeds, whether it is his actions or his own needs, it is the most urgent.

But now, from the moment he heard that King Rui had arrived in this place in person, he already felt that something was faintly wrong, and the touch on his chest just now was definitely not an illusion, and the place might have been swollen.

The difference between this prince and the rumors of the outside world is so big that it is completely like two people, and he is sure that King Rui has intentions for this body.

Even if he tried to find a reason, he couldn't find a reasonable excuse for the other party, how could an ordinary man still do such a thing when he saw his subordinates in a coma and fever.

He had to be patient, was this counselor using it as a cover, or was there something else going on?

Even though Fu Chen is still calm now, he can't control his body a little, because the other party began to stroke his face, he felt that the goosebumps on his body were already scrambling to pop up, and he was about to be driven crazy.

But how can he wake up, he doesn't even know what kind of character the original owner is, so he wakes up and pretends to have amnesia?

How can amnesia be so easy to pretend, he has just confirmed, the head of this body is not injured at all, where is the reason? I heard that there are at least a dozen imperial doctors accompanying this city, and there are holy hands in it, can these imperial doctors not even see this?

If it is exposed, with this prince's decisive nature, it is appropriate to directly execute the person with soul disorder.

But if it goes on like this, wouldn't it be up to the other party to do it?

Shao Huachi looked carefully at this person who made his heart ache, now he didn't just know that Hui, he knew that if he was as tough as before, what he would get was nothing more than Yang Feng Yin Violation, in fact, Fu Chen's best thing was not to serve their masters well. Now he treats him gently, and does not hesitate to use the mask of others to get close to him and show him his advantages, but he knows that the devil in his body has never disappeared, but it is constantly breeding in the shadows, and the longer he gets along, the more rapidly he grows.

It wasn't until he saw that the man risked his life again, and he was almost about to lose it again, that he finally said the feelings hidden in the darkness desperately, he didn't want to endure it, and he had to wonder if he was crazy after enduring it for too long.

If you don't say it, with Fu Chen's temperament, I'm afraid that he will only be a monarch and minister for a lifetime, and he won't think of going up in that regard, although it naturally scares people, so he has the choice to say it later, but at least he can be sure that Fu Chen will never confuse him with others again.

As for that choice, he needs to appease Fu Chen first, and if he wants the throne, he doesn't want you.

One hand let go of the slightly swollen place that was kneaded, and while slowly attaching himself, leaning on Fu Chen's ear, the fine fluff above could be faintly seen in the light of the oil lamp, "I just like your occasional naivety." "I don't choose where you're going to stay.

But why run away now?

Thinking of Song Yi's worries and what Fu Chen said in person, it seems that his temperament has indeed changed greatly, in fact, he has some expectations for what Fu Chen will be like when he wakes up.

In an extremely quiet environment, Shao Huachi suddenly smiled softly, but it made the only audience a little creepy, especially when he could feel the breath of the other party blowing in his ears.

Shao Huachi gently pulled the quilt wider again, revealing half of Fu Chen's body, who had not worn too many clothes on his body in order to facilitate the bandaging of the wound.

His nails were almost embedded in the flesh, and Fu Chen's forehead was sweating for a while, looking like he had a high fever, but his eyes were still closed.

Should I wake up?

It seemed that he had chosen nothing right, and Fu Chen never thought that he would encounter such a dilemma.

The whole body was uncomfortable like crawling with ants, like torture.

The other party's gaze became more and more dangerous, making him feel an inexplicable sense of crisis.

Fu Chen's scalp was numb for a while, especially the other party's slow and logical movements, not like stroking, but more like kneading and teasing, or watching, under that kind of sight, Fu Chen had the illusion that his whole body was stripped naked.

Shao Huachi is indeed stroking, although he was also taking care of Fu Chen a few days ago, but he was too worried about his body where there are still these charming thoughts, now this person's body is good and can escape, it is no big deal to think about it, Fu Chen's body is exercised under the guidance of Li Huang all year round, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, evenly distributed muscles, and explosive power implied under the firm texture, which is naturally completely different from women, but as long as he thinks that this is Fu Chen, Shao Huachi can have some brain fever, and the sticky sweat on the smooth skin seems to be able to absorb his hand, so that he indulges the desire in his heart, and the only thing that destroys the beauty on the slippery skin is the scars, Those scars have long been only faint marks, and it can be seen that they are being cared for in the later stage, and I don't know how many injuries they once were.

Shao Huachi's gaze stayed on the small recess on his shoulder, a piece of meat was missing, and there were traces of his many gnaws on the bitten one.

He slowly lowered his head, his hair hung on Fu Chen's chest, like a feather crossing, he gently bit that place, and licked the tongue coating at the place that had long healed, Shao Huachi controlled his strength, all the way down, and stayed in the dark for a while, gently hooked, and dyed the place wet.

Hmm, Fu Chen gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

There was depression in his chest, and his mentality of insisting on being unconscious also collapsed a little.

But reason and analysis of the current situation are Fu Chen's nature and occupational diseases, from the room just now he has heard no less than forty people coming with Shao Huachi outside the door, from the sound of walking and the distance can be seen that these people are disciplined soldiers, and the length of each step they take is almost the same.

He couldn't escape, and he didn't even have the slightest chance at all.

If the other party wants to pinch him to death, it is like pinching an ant to death, if he resists, regardless of whether he has the ability to beat Shao Huachi or not, even if he has the ability, what is the crime of attacking the prince? Doesn't this also confirm that he is not a strategist himself?

Fu Chen wished that he was really unconscious.

And what made Fu Chen feel even more tricky and cold was that the sense of rejection in his heart was not as disgusting and strong as he thought.

He was well aware that this was not his feelings, but the remnants of the original owner of this body, and perhaps less repulsive to the other party to do such things.

Could it be that this original owner ......

Thinking about it carefully, Fu Chen didn't continue to think about it, instinctively rejecting this undeserved emotion.

How can emotions that go against normality, concepts, and worldliness be spurned for generations in this era?

Shao Huachi raised his head from Fu Chen's chest, and finally his anger disappeared a little, he knew that he had passed a little today, and when he touched it, he noticed that Fu Chen's body temperature was higher than usual, but he was reluctant to stop. The anger that had been pent-up for too long had made him a little out of control, and when he saw that people were safe and sound, those * that grew in the darkness came out unrestrained.

"Do you know how angry I was just now?" Shao Huachi's voice sounded again, and he sighed quietly, as if he was a little helpless and a little angry, of course, he didn't expect Fu Chen to answer him, and gritted his teeth a little, "Yes, I'm mad, run away? Where do you want to escape? Even if I know that you may not be you, I can't wait to break your legs." ”

As he spoke, he gently stroked his slender and straight legs through the quilt.

What do you mean you may not be you? Fu Chen grasped this crucial sentence, but was quickly captured by the seriousness in the latter sentence.

I felt the man gently caressing his leg while saying cruel words.

The emotions that he had been suppressing and enduring since Shao Huachi entered the house finally opened a crack and trembled slightly.

In fact, Fu Chen's coma can be called seamless, in the end, he is a person who can not change his face in the face of international criminals, even Shao Huachi can't see the flaws from the appearance of heartbeat, pulse, breathing, etc.

However, this almost imperceptible tremor made Shao Huachi, who was always paying attention to Fu Chen's every move, notice.

His eyes suddenly burst into essence, he looked at Fu Chen's face in some astonishment, and stared at the quilt again, as if he was about to stare at a hole, and his legs seemed to move just now?

It seems that I thought of something, but I thought it was unlikely.

If it was the real Fu Chen, how could he let himself be treated like this when he was sober, and he would have stopped him with righteous words at the beginning.

It is precisely because he is sure that the person is unconscious that he is so unscrupulous.

Could it be, awake?

Thinking of this possibility, the corners of Shao Huachi's mouth rose with an extremely shallow amplitude. 166 Reading Network