Chapter 118 Jian Yunxi is afraid that everything is a lucid dream, and everything will be empty when he wakes up from the dream

The tip of his nose was filled with the man's strong hormonal scent, and Jian Yunxi's back stiffened nervously.

Her dark eyes blinked twice, and for a moment, she couldn't help but move the hand on her chest.

"Don't move." The man whispered a warning.

"I—I'm numb in my hands......"

Jian Yunxi quickly retracted his hand, not daring to move any more.

But she was not used to it, her neck was pillowed on Fu Yanze's arm, and his warm breath disturbed a few broken hairs like tickling, drifting over intentionally or unintentionally.

It's so itchy, she wants to sneeze.

"Sneeze ......"

In the next second, the man reached out and covered her firmly with the quilt, and hugged her tighter by the way.

Jian Yunxi thought he was asleep, but when he heard the sound of sneezing, Fu Yanze subconsciously worried that he was catching a cold, and a warm current crossed his heart.

But she was not cold at all, on the contrary, the man next to her was like a big stove.

It's hot......

At first, she could bear it, but then her back was sweating.

Jian Yunxi began to kick the quilt, but he didn't succeed at first, and tried a few more times.

"Yun Xiaoxi, are you still sleeping? If you don't sleep again, don't sleep tonight. The man's voice was as low and hoarse as a dark night Shura.

"I sleep, I sleep! I'll close my eyes now! ā€

A good night's sleep.

The morning light poured in through a crack in the curtain.

Jian Yunxi slowly opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes was Fu Yanze's well-defined facial features, deep eyebrows, high nose bridge, and long and thick eyelashes like a small fan casting a faint shadow, crisp and clean.

The more you look at this man, the more beautiful it becomes, like a work of art that God has carefully carved.

Jian Yunxi stared at his smooth jaw and sighed, why was the creator so eccentric, giving him the skin of all beings upside down, his long and straight figure, and his family background that rivaled the country, so how could other people live.

She couldn't help but reach out her finger and poke the man's cheek.

"Good morning, Mrs. Fu." The man opened his wistful eyes, and his handsome face had the lazy and leisurely appearance of the early morning.

Eyes met, embarrassed, shouldn't wake him up.

Jian Yunxi removed his finger and sneered, "It's early." ā€

Fu Yanze lowered his head and pecked her lips like a dragonfly, gentle and delicate.

Jian Yunxi's ears turned red all of a sudden, she planned to get up, and she wouldn't be able to catch the bus if it was too late.

The man wrung his eyebrows, hugged her and said in a dumb voice: "Sleep again." ā€

"I'll be late for any more sleep." Jian Yunxi tried to struggle.

"Then take a leave of absence."

"I'm almost done with my leave this month, and I don't have to go to work if I ask for more."

"I'm ready."

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Jian Yunxi was helpless, who called someone the boss of Sheng Jia, he could be as willful as he wanted.

She yawned, just in time to be sleepy, and went back to sleep.

closed his eyes, found a comfortable position and rubbed into Fu Yanze's arms.

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This sleep, I slept until ten o'clock in the morning, Jian Yunxi was woken up by hunger, and her stomach was growling.

A fluffy head poked out of the quilt, and she opened her eyes, only to find that the place beside her was empty.

The futon still had his breath left, Jian Yunxi lifted the quilt, and before he had time to put on his slippers, he walked out.

The sound of clattering footsteps sounded on the stairs, and it wasn't until I saw Fu Yanze in the kitchen that a hanging heart fell.

Jian Yunxi was afraid that everything was a lucid dream, and everything would be empty when he woke up.

She bit her lower lip, her heart beating fast, and slowly approached the figure.

"Will you eat the toast?"

The man's voice fell coldly, and he didn't look back, how did he find her?