Fu Yancheng didn't reply to her, and a wave of irritation suddenly rose in her chest, and she was depressed.

Yesterday, she was framed by her dog, so that strangers misunderstood and scolded.

He was chased to Youxian County in the middle of the night today to splash paint, and for a moment it was hard for Fu Yancheng not to believe that he owed this woman something in his previous life.

Sheng Mian looked at the man's extremely cold face, and realized that all this was not his hallucination.

She also knew that she was in trouble, so she could only try to remedy it, and said busily, "Does Mr. Fu still have spare clothes?" Replace this one, I'll wash it for you. ”

Fu Yancheng glanced at the paint tray she was holding in her hand, turned around and walked a few steps.

Sheng Mian stood in place, indeed a little annoyed, how could he feel that he could meet him every time this kind of thing happened.

Fu Yancheng saw that she didn't follow, and said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to help me wash?" Since you splashed it, you should be responsible. ”

Sheng Mian hurriedly followed, "I don't mean to shirk responsibility. ”

"Eighty thousand."

His tone was faint, and his gaze fell on her face.

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Sheng Mian didn't react to what it meant for a while, and was stunned for a while before he realized that this was the price of the shirt.

She was suddenly a little stunned, she had never worn such expensive clothes in her life.

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She was a little weak-hearted, so she could only say weakly, "I must only use very light force when I rub my hands." ”

Fu Yancheng looked at her low-eyed appearance, and inexplicably remembered the other face she sneered at Wan Yuanan at the gambling table, and squinted.

He walked back to his room, and Qi Shen, who was waiting for him to come back nearby, heard the movement, and just wanted to say hello, but when he saw Sheng Mian behind him, his pupils shrank, and he found an opportunity to slip away.

Fu Yancheng entered the door, unbuttoned all the buttons of his shirt, and threw it to Sheng Mian.

As soon as Sheng Mian stepped in, he felt a piece of clothing rushing to his face and covering his face.

She blushed and quickly took it off, looking at everything in the room, but then, her gaze did not move.

Fu Yancheng wore such a shirt, took it off at the moment, and the upper body was naked, and now he had his back to her, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, his figure was really good, and his legs were also very slender, in terms of art, this is definitely the golden ratio.

Her eyes couldn't help but fix on it, and she saw that his butterfly bones were also very good-looking, and every inch seemed to have been carefully polished.

I can't help but sigh, this person is really the darling of God.

Fu Yancheng was just about to open the cabinet to find new clothes to put on, but he felt a burning sight behind him.

He frowned and turned to look at Sheng Mian.

Sheng Mian's eyes are still on his waist, mermaid line, abdominal muscles, everything.

said that the golden ratio is still low, which is more standard than the top male models in the art materials.

She was so engrossed in it that she was already thinking about where to start if she drew it.

As a result, I heard a deep male voice ask, "Beautiful?" ”

This is not the first time Fu Yancheng has asked this, the last time Sheng Mian stared at his hand without taking his eyes off, he also asked this.

Sheng Mian nodded honestly, to be precise, it was very well drawn.

Fu Yancheng saw that she was so honest, but she was pleased again.

But thinking that she is already married, such behavior feels a little uncomfortable.

He quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on, his tone became unceremonious.

"Not leaving?"

Sheng Mian came back to his senses, and after getting his clothes, it was time to go.

"Okay, Mr. Fu, you should rest early."

Fu Yancheng was not interested in why she appeared here, but she had no intention of going out for a stroll at all.

Sheng Mian was holding the shirt and was about to go out, but he noticed that he raised his hand and rubbed his temples from time to time when he met him, and the shirt in his arms was also stained with a strong smell of wine, so he knew that he should have drunk a few more glasses, and his head hurt at this time.

When the Sheng family first started, Sheng Zhong socialized so much all day that he had a headache every time he came back, and his mother would prepare a sobering soup and press his head.

Later, when my mother left, the person who learned to do these things became her.

Habitual reasons, what she said next was a bit of a misconception.

"Mr. Fu, do you want me to press it for you?"