Chapter 49

Shen Xiang was startled.

After she settled down and adapted to the darkness, she found that Fu Shaoqin was sitting alone on the sofa, holding an unlit cigar in his mouth, his hands on his knees, frowning slightly, and looking at Shen Xiang with deep dark eyes.

"You ......" Shen Xiang originally wanted to ask Fu Shaoqin why he hadn't slept yet? Also, what about Lin Xiyue?

But she didn't ask.

She was frightened by Fu Shaoqin's expression.

"Come here!" Fu Shaoqin was like a holy decree, and Shen Xiang was not allowed to resist.

For a moment, Shen Xiang felt like an unfavored, low-ranking concubine beside Fu Shaoqin, who had made mistakes.

Fu Shaoqin asked her to go over, but she didn't dare not go.

Shen Xiang bit his lip and came to Fu Shaoqin's side: "Is there something wrong?" ”

Her tone was calm and natural.

Fu Shaoqin sneered with disdain in his heart.

As soon as she went out, he drove Lin Xiyue away.

Although he had had Lin Xiyue once, he was not half interested in Lin Xiyue's body.

Lin Xiyue has shown him many times, but it will only make him more and more disgusted.

If it weren't for that night, Lin Xiyue used her own body to save him and achieve his current prosperity, he would have kicked Lin Xiyue's ribs off a long time ago.

However, Fu Shaoqin couldn't.

He can marry Lin Xiyue, he can give her endless money, glory and wealth for a lifetime, and he can spoil her.

However, Fu Shaoqin has no love for Lin Xiyue.

Especially when Lin Xiyue was coquettish to him, and arranged all kinds of Shen Xiang in front of her, Fu Shaoqin almost couldn't help but kick Lin Xiyue to death. Still, he held back.

And just drove Lin Xiyue away.

As soon as Lin Xiyue left, Fu Shaoqin also came out, he went out to find Shen Xiang, and from a distance, he saw Shen Xiang sitting on the flower bed and talking on the phone.

Lin Xiyue was shouting: "Ling Shao......"

It was a cautious, flattering tone.

For some reason, Fu Shaoqin's heart was extremely angry.

When he came back, he sat on the sofa in the dark living room, waiting for Shen Xiang to come back.

At this moment, in front of him, she was pretending to be like a quiet white lotus?

The man got up suddenly, stretched out his arms, hooked Shen Xiang's thin and soft waist, and then pressed the back of her neck with his other hand, restraining her whole person in his arms.

The man then moved a little closer to Shen Xiang.

He must have smoked several cigars just now, otherwise he wouldn't have taken a puff of smoke. This made Fu Shaoqin's whole body exude a dangerous and mature and sexy atmosphere.

Shen Xiang was so frightened that he forgot to breathe, and subconsciously pushed him out.

But she was already thin, and she had just subsided from fever, and her body had been weak for a day, and her refusal had no effect.

With a single flip, he pressed her to the corner of the couch.

Shen Xiang trembled with fright, his teeth chattered, his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't even speak.

It's resistant, it's shameful.

But there is an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

It was as if she had been held in her arms by the dead man who had been her shame on the night two months earlier, the man who was the only man she had been.

She didn't struggle anymore.

Let's just fantasize about that man, at least her heart can be a little better.