An Qing really wanted to slap herself twice.

What's not good to play, how to brainstorm this guy.

She was carried by him, his powerful arms clawing her waist, and his strength made her flinch a little.

"Still don't."

She wanted to hide, but she leaned back, and he pulled her back, her face fell down, and he held her chin.

The distance between the face-to-face, up and down, the lips of the two are only a few points.

An Qing opened his eyes and clearly saw his own reflection under his eyes.

Staring like this, it was as if he was the only one in his eyes.

"An An, kiss me."

Fu Mochuan also looked at him, his magnetic voice seemed to be dreamy, low, seductive. Confused.

He let go of the hand that was clasped to her chin, and as if hypnotized, she took the initiative to lean down towards him.

In the end, An Qing's voice was hoarse, and her voice was weak.

She was paralyzed, held in his arms, as if she wanted her life at once, but looking at the man's posture, it was obvious that she was still unsatisfied.

Fortunately, a life-saving call came, An Qing never thought that Fu Mochuan's monotonous ringtone was so cute.

The man didn't move, hugging her, and couldn't put it down.

"Answer the phone." An Qing gritted her teeth and pushed him away, pulled something to cover her body, struggled to get up from the head of the bed, and as soon as she took a step, her legs were weak and she almost fell.

"Oops."

She propped herself on the edge of the bed with one hand, and the man's low chuckle rang in her ear.

"Do you want me to help you?"

"Don't touch me." She glared at him, stopping him with her eyes: "Don't come with me." ”

The call was made by Cheng Yuan, Fu Mochuan's eyes followed her direction, and his long fingers swiped the screen at will.

"Say."

Cheng Yuan's eyebrows jumped, and he looked at the time, it was more than eight o'clock in the evening, so it wouldn't disturb Mr. Fu's meal.

"Mr. Fu, I have done everything you have explained." He said a few words concisely, heard a few faint responses from the other side of the phone, and then said: "There is one more thing, can you take a picture of Miss An's passport for me." ”

Fu Mochuan's eyes fell on An Qing's leather bag on the bed table: "You wait." ”

He walked over, opened the purse and rummaged through it, but he didn't find An Qing's passport, and his eyes fell on the suitcase spread out on the side again.

An Qing stayed in the bathroom for a while before she recovered, and when she was about to go out, she saw the skin exposed outside the bath towel, and her eyes froze suddenly.

It's okay on the body, but what's going on with those spots around the neck and on the chest, she has to film tomorrow morning, and the costumes on the beach are thin, which makes her see people.

"Fu Mochuan!"

She pushed open the door angrily, and before he went out, he shouted the man's name word by word, and saw him sitting on the side of the bed with his back to her, leaning slightly, not knowing what he was doing.

"Fu Mochuan, look at the good things you have done!"

She screamed again, and the man turned his face to her, expressionless, his eyes dark.

She didn't realize it, she just wanted to ask him for an explanation, and walked over with a small face, and saw the man turn towards her, still holding his phone between his fingers.

"Look, how can I film tomorrow?" She was annoyed, pointing to herself and complaining: "I said that you should be lighter." ”

Fu Mochuan's eyes drooped, she had just come out of the bathroom, and she only hurriedly wrapped a bath towel, the delicate curves were half-covered and half-hidden, and the delicate skin like warm jade floated with the marks planted by his own hands, and the mottled color made the man's eyes even darker.

He looked up, looked at An Qing's watery bright eyes, raised the phone, and held it up in front of her.

"An Qing, what is this?"

An Qing was stunned, his eyes fell on his mobile phone screen, and after a few rough glances, his heart shook suddenly.

Fu Mochuan stared at her closely, not letting go of any subtle expression on her face, but she was indeed the best actor, and he only found a little shallow fluctuation under her clear and agile eyes.

"You found out?"

Four words, without waves and traces, made Fu Mochuan's heart sink for a while.

He wanted to ask her, fooling himself and waiting for her explanation.

An Qing was much more relaxed, she had been mentally prepared early on that one day he would discover her secret.

It's just that at this moment......

She turned around to hide the emotions in her heart.

On the mobile phone, M once passed it to her, about Xie Mingzhu's black certificate, although Fu Zhensheng gave Xie Mingzhu shares, he didn't like women to do politics, so she never participated in Fu's operation, took dividends, and was Mrs. Fu with peace of mind.

But the information found by M shows that she is not so peaceful as she seems, and she put her hand into the Fu family early in the morning, not only planting cronies and secretly cultivating her own network, but also setting up a company in the name of her mother's family, and using Fu's resources to enrich her own pockets.

If Fu Zhensheng knew this, I am afraid that it would not be as easy to be forgiven as indecent photos.

That's right, indecent photos.

Someone took the evidence and told Fu Mochuan that An Qing had ill intentions and secretly framed Xie Mingzhu.

He didn't believe it.

But who can tell him why he found Xie Mingzhu's black evidence again in An Qing's suitcase.

What did she want to do with all this?

Fu Mochuan turned his face and watched An Qing pick up the bathrobe, put it on his body against him, and said it slowly, word by word.

"You know my mom's pictures, right?"

An Qing could deny it, looked at him, but nodded.

"You made it go online?"

She continued to look at him, admitting.

"No, but I passed it on to your dad."

Fu Mochuan stared at her, his emotions didn't fluctuate, he was unusually calm, with a kind of solemnity that was about to come.

A lot of the time, it's like that.

When you trust someone, you ignore a lot of small things, not because you don't doubt them, but when you force yourself to choose to believe.

So, when that trust collapses, this suspicion snowballs, accumulating more and more, infinitely magnified.

He had already felt that An Qing had become complicated three years later, and if he was about to leave, he was full of mystery.

used to be so disgusted with Fu Weinian, but now she is entangled with him.

Indeed, after her return, Fu Weinian regained the company step by step.

He had seen her and Fu Huizhong whispering in the courtyard, and the latter seemed to have stuffed something for her, and her answer was fine.

Then, Fu Weinian proudly showed the confidential documents in front of him that he should have known.

Who helped him?

Today he understood.

Xie Mingzhu said that An Qing had never been pregnant, and she obviously left with a negative heart, but she made up a story and came back to deceive his trust.

She did everything possible to return to him, but not for his fame and fortune, but to destroy him together with others.

Even at the expense of exploiting the weaknesses of those closest to him!

He looked at An Qing, his eyes cooling a little.

"You really adopted it?"

An Qing sat down on the dressing chair, looked up, and looked back at him quietly.

"Yes."

"You've been thinking about this day for a long time?" Fu Mochuan's gaze didn't leave her for a moment: "Or, you started planning a few years ago and came back one day to lie to me?" ”

An Qing was silent for a moment, but he didn't expect him to ask her why she wanted to check Xie Mingzhu, but she cared about these.

Of course, she couldn't imagine that Fu Mochuan already had the answer in her heart.

So, he was even angrier.

What is the reason for the bad thing, it is actually because of Fu Weinian, or because of his factors when she left?

This discovery was even more devastating than when she left in despair.

Anger made it impossible for him to think calmly.

"An Qing, you can do it, even innocent children have to be used!" He looked at her and sneered: "She is only two years old, she calls your mother one by one, but you use her as a tool, and when you hold her to lie to me, you don't feel a little guilty!" ”

If he hadn't seen Wan'er, plus her story, how could he feel guilty and get back together with her so easily.

canceled the wedding for her, disobeyed Fu Zhensheng again and again, and went against the whole world.

Fu Mochuan never regretted what he had done for her, but the premise was not to be treated as a fool.

How ridiculous, just a moment ago, they were doing the most intimate thing, and he even planned to give her a place and make her rightfully stand by his side!

The corners of Fu Mochuan's cold lips coldly evoked a touch of self-deprecation, and the smile that did not reach the bottom of his eyes made people's hearts chill.

An Qing pursed her lips, met his cold gaze, and said lightly: "Why do I feel guilty, in order to take revenge, I can even betray myself, not to mention that I am just a child who is not related by blood." ”

Avenge?

Fu Mochuan sensitively caught this word, his dark eyes were slightly constricted, and the coolness of killing lingered around his body.

"Revenge?" He pulled down the USB flash drive plugged into the mobile phone port and held it high: "What kind of grudge do I have with you, it's worth you not to let go of the people around me!" ”

She approached him, cooked for him, fell in love with him, did all the things that only lovers have, and even chased him to Bencheng, all of which were hypocritical?

Fu Mochuan only felt a ball of qi in his chest, choking his eyes with crimson red.

Everyone persuaded him to leave her, saying that she had bad intentions and that she would only harm him.

He insisted on going his own way, just wanting to keep her by his side and keep her safe for the rest of her life.

The result?

With a wave of his hand, the USB flash drive was thrown out by him, rubbing An Qing's cheek, and falling to the floor with a slight ding-dong.

An Qing's body didn't move, she just fanned her long eyelashes, looking at his gaze, still calm as before.

"You want to know?"

Fu Mochuan stared at her, his eyes surging.

"Wan'er is fake, what about Langcheng? What about those photos? What about those stories of you, An Qing, it's really hard for you, trying to make up an annual drama, have you ever been pregnant with my child? No, have you ever been pregnant! ”

His aggressive questioning finally moved An Qing, and she lowered her eyelashes.

"You think I made it all up?"

Fu Mochuan sneered, could he still trust her?

Eyes slid to her flat belly, and just a moment ago, they were still struggling. Soft.

Her body still bears his imprint.

But two hearts are already close to the end of the world.

"Are you taking your pills, or are you taking any other safety measures?" His eyes were cold, and he said ruthlessly: "Or do you really want to conceive a man and a woman, so that the next story becomes more real?" ”