If Tong Qianxi knew that Fu Zhoucheng had such thoughts in her heart, when chatting with Fu Zhoucheng, she would never emphasize the topic of this real husband and wife.

Tong Qianxi was lying on the bed, thinking about what happened tonight, but he was particularly puzzled by Fu Zhoucheng's behavior. It stands to reason that Fu Zhoucheng's longing first love is back, shouldn't he hurry up and kick himself and marry her?

From childhood to adulthood, if someone keeps her, it must be that she still has a certain role. For example, for Tong Qianxi's parents, when she is useful, they will be kind to her. So, what does Fu Zhoucheng want from her? Tong Qianxi really couldn't think of anything else that Fu Zhoucheng could use on his body.

Just when Tong Qianxi was thinking deeply, Fu Zhoucheng pushed open Tong Qianxi's door.

"How did you get in?" Tong Qianxi heard the sound of the door opening, and looked up just to see Fu Zhoucheng. The indifference on his face disappeared in an instant, and Tong Qianxi's little face was full of panic.

On a big night, any single woman who suddenly has a man in her room will panic.

Fu Zhoucheng looked at Tong Qianxi's appearance, stretched out his hand and shook the key in his hand to Tong Qianxi.

All along, Tong Qianxi thought that she was the only one who could come and go freely in her room...... When he saw the key to his own door in Fu Zhoucheng's hand, Tong Qianxi only felt that his private territory was encroached upon.

Suddenly, Tong Qianxi's whole person was on fire.

She can care about anything, however, she hates that people intruding on her privacy. Originally, he had been living under Fu Zhoucheng's nose, and this cognition made Tong Qianxi's whole person very uncomfortable.

However, Fu Zhoucheng did not feel the change in Tong Qianxi's mood.

"What are you going to do?" Tong Qianxi's face was a touch of boredom, but more defensive. Fu Zhoucheng hadn't entered her room before, but now it's a big night, what does Fu Zhoucheng want to do?

"I'll sleep with you!" Fu Zhoucheng said extremely innocently, as if he was talking about ordinary things such as the weather, and while talking, he walked to Tong Qianxi's bedside and took off his coat by the way.

Tong Qianxi was almost choked to death by Fu Zhoucheng's natural tone, and it took him a long time to find his voice. Seeing that Fu Zhoucheng was getting closer and closer to him, Tong Qianxi kept retreating.

Hands clutched the pajamas on his chest, wondering how he should cope with the situation.

If Fu Zhoucheng used force on her, then Tong Qianxi would never be able to refuse. Therefore, Tong Qianxi's brain was running extremely fast, trying to find a reasonable solution.

Just when Tong Qianxi was thinking, Fu Zhoucheng had already sat on the edge of the bed by himself.

Seeing that Fu Zhoucheng was about to lie down, Tong Qianxi felt that his breathing was about to be unsmooth.

The "intimate" things that Fu Zhoucheng did to her before instantly surged into Tong Qianxi's mind, and all kinds of pictures made Tong Qianxi's face warm up again.

"What's wrong with you?"

Fu Zhoucheng also saw that Tong Qianxi was wrong, looked at her little face, and slowly touched her hand.

"Why don't you blow dry your hair before you go to sleep?"

Fu Zhoucheng felt the wetness in his hand, and his tone was helpless.

Facing such a gentle Fu Zhoucheng, Tong Qianxi was stunned, and suddenly didn't know what kind of movements he should have.

When Tong Qianxi reacted again, Fu Zhoucheng had already gotten up from the big bed.

What's to be done? As Fu Zhoucheng moved, Tong Qianxi's eyes kept falling on him. I kept seeing Fu Zhoucheng walking to Tong Qianxi's side with a hair dryer.

"Sit down." There was a slight commanding tone, but more of tenderness.

As if she was bewitched by Fu Zhoucheng, Tong Qianxi, who was originally defensive of Fu Zhoucheng, obediently listened to Fu Zhoucheng's words this time, sat on the big bed, and let Fu Zhoucheng blow her hair.

The warm wind blew through Tong Qianxi's brain, and Tong Qianxi only felt that his heart was itching.

Fu Zhoucheng is very close to Tong Qianxi, and even Tong Qianxi can smell the good smell of grass on Fu Zhoucheng's body.

Letting Fu Zhoucheng serve, Tong Qianxi couldn't help but close his eyes and quietly enjoy the moment of warmth.

And Fu Zhoucheng has a similar feeling to Tong Qianxi. When his big hand passed through Tong Qianxi's hair, his heart throbbed inexplicably.

Until Fu Zhoucheng dried Tong Qianxi's hair, Tong Qianxi's eyes were always slightly closed.

"Alright." Like a caress, Fu Zhoucheng gently patted Tong Qianxi's face.

Tong Qianxi was awakened with little force, looking at Fu Zhoucheng's smiling eyes, Tong Qianxi slowly lowered his head.

Seeing Tong Qianxi's shy appearance, Fu Zhoucheng smiled lightly, turned around and put down the hair dryer.

"Fu Zhoucheng, why are you suddenly so good to me?" Tong Qianxi has always been a clear person. A friend is a friend, and an enemy is an enemy.

Fu Zhoucheng suddenly treated her so well, she had to know why, so as to think about how she should treat Fu Zhoucheng in the future.

"I am good to my wife, do I need a reason for this?" Fu Zhoucheng gently stroked Tong Qianxi's black hair, and there was a smile in his words.

Tong Qianxi would rarely see Fu Zhoucheng in such a happy mood. Listening to his magnetic voice, even her mood couldn't help but improve.

Especially, when Fu Zhoucheng said that Tong Qianxi was his wife, Tong Qianxi really felt that he finally had a feeling of dependence.

However, the loss of consciousness was only short-lived. After a while, Tong Qianxi reacted.

"Fu Zhoucheng, are you good to me for those paintings of mine?" Tong Qianxi thought about it, the reason why Fu Xingyun let her leave Fu Zhoucheng was embarrassed with him was because of her paintings, so is it possible that Fu Zhoucheng was so good to her because of her paintings?

"Tong Qianxi, you can't help but think too highly of yourself, right?" The good atmosphere was ruined by Tong Qianxi's words, and when he heard Tong Qianxi's question, Fu Zhoucheng's tone was a little unhappy.

In Tong Qianxi's heart, he is such a person?

"Then why are you ......" Seeing Fu Zhoucheng's somewhat cold eyes, Tong Qianxi didn't say all the next words.

"Why is there a reason, you are my wife, it is natural for me to be good to you, what reason is needed for this?" Fu Zhoucheng really didn't understand the structure in Tong Qianxi's mind.

If you are good to her, you must need a purpose? However, thinking of Tong Qianxi's previous experience, Fu Zhoucheng also forgave Tong Qianxi in his heart.

The reason why there is such a worry is because of Tong Qianxi's previous experience. Now, she doesn't believe in anyone, only herself.

Hearing Fu Zhoucheng's oath again, Tong Qianxi was stunned, and looked at Fu Zhoucheng's eyes blankly, as if he wanted to distinguish the true from the fake.