Living on the third floor, Shen Jiannian had never set foot in Fu Jichen's bedroom, she stopped outside the door with a tray and knocked on the door with one hand.

The two soft sounds of "dong dong" are particularly clear in the quiet corridor in the middle of the night.

Retract your hand and hold the end of the amphora tray and wait for a second or two, but there is no response from it.

Shen Jianian couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Fu Jichen was so drunk that he was unconscious?

I always feel that a person like him with a noble status and a deep and unfathomable mind will not let himself fall into a passive situation when he goes out to socialize. The people of the Fu family in Beicheng, the most likely person in power in the future of Junshan Group, how many people dare to embarrass them?

Shen Jianian knocked on the door again, and his finger joints knocked on the door panel several times, accompanied by a tentative call: "Mr. Fu? Mr. Fu? ”

The people in the room still didn't react at all.

The door was hidden, Shen Jianian secretly sighed, stretched out his hand and pushed it open.

In the huge bedroom, there were only two wall lamps above the head of the bed, and the halo was dim and dim, and there was a large ink-colored bed underneath. The man was lying on the bed with his clothes folded, the corner of the quilt covering his waist and abdomen, the suit jacket he took off was put on the back of the sofa at the end of the bed, and the tie was wrapped around his cold white wrists.

As his footsteps approached, Shen Jiannian heard the man's slightly heavy breathing, and also saw the deep wrinkles between his eyebrows, which might be uncomfortable.

Shen Jianian put down the tray in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and silently thought in his heart that he should return the kindness of his many helps, leaned closer, and tried to wake him up to drink soup: "Mr. Fu? ”

At such a close distance, no matter how she called, the person in the bed showed no sign of waking up, as if he had fallen into a coma.

Shen Jianian was helpless, still a little deflated, looked at the decanting soup that was no longer steaming, and was anxious, and reached out to rub his shoulder: "Fu ......"

As soon as he blurted out a word, his wrist was tightly grasped, and the force was great, and the part that was held was faintly painful.

Shen Jianian shrank her shoulders in shock, she didn't see clearly when the person on the bed opened her eyes and when she moved her hands, she opened her mouth, and she couldn't make a sound in her throat.

Fu Jichen's eyes were as dark as a whirlpool, and he stared at her for a long time, as if he was distinguishing something, and then he relaxed the strength of his hand and opened his voice in a hoarse voice: "What's the matter?" ”

Shen Jianian's heartbeat was chaotic for several beats, and after a long time, Fang retrieved the soul that was scared away: "Aunt Rong asked me to send you sobering soup." ”

Fu Jichen closed his eyes and slowed down, half got up and leaned against the head of the bed, picked up the cup of sobering wine on the bedside table and swallowed it, his eyebrows were always wrinkled.

"I'll go back to my room first, you can rest early."

Shen Jianian spoke a little faster, and when she finished speaking, she was about to turn around, and the same part of her wrist was held, she paused and looked at the owner of the hand.

At the same time that Fu Jichen put down the white porcelain cup, the hand holding her wrist secretly exerted force, Shen Jianian was dragged back by him, her calf hit the edge of the bed, her body center of gravity was unstable, and she fell on the wide bed.

I felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and my eyes were covered with a thick shadow, and the tip of my nose lingered on the man's body, a faint smell of tobacco, mixed with the smell of alcohol, and an invisible smell of aggression.

Shen Jianian propped his hands on his chest and refused, his eyes were frightened and panicked: "Fu Jichen, what are you going to do?" ”

The current situation easily evoked Shen Jiannian's unbearable memories on that rainy night.

Fu Jichen's tiger mouth stuck her jaw, and under the palm was the woman's white skin, which felt very good, and the shelled lychee was smooth and tender like water, and she shivered slightly. She had taken a bath, her long hair was as smooth as satin, her body exuded the fragrance of gardenias, and she was only wearing a soft mist pink nightdress, the fabric was silky, like cold water, and it was only a little warm when it touched her body temperature.

"Follow me and help you get back the Lingyue Group." Fu Jichen lowered his neck, his thin lips pressed against her hot ear, and his voice was as low as a ghost, "How is it?" ”

Shen Jiannian paused for a moment in all his struggles, and stared at him in disbelief: "What do you mean?" ”

Fu Jichen only had three points of drunkenness in his eyes, unlike drunken nonsense, his performance was calmer than that of ordinary people when they were sober. Such calmness is unwarranted and frightening.

"Don't understand?" Fu Jichen curled the corners of his lips and smiled lowly, smiling warmly and ruthlessly, "Miss Shen, you don't really think that this deal is so easy to conclude." ”

How could Shen Jianian not understand, what he wanted was not as simple as her being his personal assistant, what he wanted was ...... She. Her body, to be exact.

She was naïve again, and even thought that he loved to play with flowers and plants, adopt stray cats and dogs, and must be a kind-hearted person.

Fu Jichen rolled over and got off her and went to the bathroom.

He is not in a hurry, waiting for her to figure it out for herself,

The sound of dripping water sounded in his ears, and Shen Jianian looked at the ceiling in distraction, his eyes gradually fogging, just like the frosted glass in the bathroom that was blurred by the vapor.

Shen Jianian was desperate and helpless, and vaguely seemed to grasp a piece of driftwood. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, and Fu Jichen's words that day were still in her ears: I said, wait until you think about it before you talk to me about this deal.

It turned out that he had this idea in the morning, but she didn't understand. She said that she had nothing else to worry about except this body.

Not long after, Fu Jichen came out wrapped in a nightgown, his short hair was wiped with a towel, it was not completely dry, it was slightly damp, and the smell of tobacco and alcohol on his body was washed away, replaced by a refreshing smell of shower gel. It was an herbaceous smell, and it didn't smell good at first, but it became addictive after a long time.

"I've figured it out." He sat on the edge of the bed and held hers with one hand.

The tone is affirmative, not questionable.

She was still lying on his bed, which was the best answer. She could have taken advantage of his shower and gone back to her room, but she didn't. More than ten minutes was the last time he gave her to think about it.

Time has passed, and there is no turning back.

Shen Jianian took away the hand covering her eyelids, and as soon as she touched his line of sight, her body, which had finally calmed down, trembled uncontrollably.

Fu Jichen turned off the light and leaned over to cover her under him, in the same posture as Fang Cai. The palm of his hand ran over her face, trying to stop her tension.

How could Shen Jiannian relax, his teeth clenched tighter, his body stiffened and trembled violently, and he soon sweated, soaking the quilt under him.

In the dark, Shen Jianian closed his eyes, and tears rolled into the quilt from the corners of his eyes.

Should she rejoice? Fu Jichen can be regarded as gentle, this matter is not as painful and difficult as she imagined before.

She heard him call her name: "Shen Jia Nian ......"

She burst into tears, and she would rather she was not Shen Jiannian.

*

When did he fall asleep, Shen Jianian didn't know, after waking up, the position next to him was empty, and the sheets were slightly cold, indicating that the person had been up for a long time.

At least I don't have to face him now, which is good.

When she woke up, she was sore, and there was a faint pain in the cracks of her bones, and it felt like the whole skeleton had been dismantled and reassembled.

There was no sticky unpleasantness on her body, it should have been cleaned by someone after she fell asleep. As for who this person was, she didn't have the energy to think about it.

Shen Jianian was like a fish stranded on the beach, lying quietly, not caring what time it was, and not worrying about what to do if he was late for work, who would handle the accumulated work...... She had forgotten about it.

She slowed down for a while, moved her arms and legs, and the soreness spread exponentially through her body in an instant. She furrowed her brows, put on her nightdress despite the discomfort, and walked barefoot back to her room.

I didn't go anywhere, I hid in the bathroom.

She was going to take another shower to wash away the smell and traces of the man that had left on her.

*

Fu Jichen didn't get up very early, went upstairs after eating, and didn't see Shen Jiannian sleeping peacefully on the bed as expected, and searched in the cloakroom and bathroom, but didn't find her.

turned around and went to the guest room, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of water from the shower in the bathroom, and Fu Jichen's face was a little ugly. He clearly bathed her, while she was asleep.