Chapter 111 Let’s get down to business first (Part 2)
This gaze seemed to be there and not there.
Song Shengsheng couldn't tell whether it was her illusion or not. She was a little dazed and looked a little stunned.
Fu Cheng noticed something was wrong with her and held her hand: "What's wrong?"
Song Shengsheng came to her senses in a daze and said, "It's nothing, I was seeing things."
Maybe it's an illusion.
Who would peek at her?
After returning to the family compound, Song Shengsheng took out a tape measure from the drawer. She pulled Fu Cheng into the bedroom. The sunlight coming in from the window shone on her rosy little face, and her scattered hair embellished her delicate face.
The lips seemed to be coated with berries.
Red and sweet.
She didn't notice Fu Cheng's fixed gaze on her face, and his thin and soft fingers were fiddling with him.
Occasionally she would grumble a little, which sounded like she was just acting coquettishly to Fu Cheng.
"Hey, stand still. I need to measure your waist."
Seeing that he was not cooperating, Song Shengsheng's brows drooped unhappily. She pouted unconsciously and bit her lip while complaining.
"Don't move around. How can I measure if you do that?"
Fu Cheng was much taller than her, so she had to measure his waist, chest, and shoulder width, which was a bit difficult.
You have to stand on tiptoe to get it.
Fu Cheng didn't cooperate with her much, so of course this lazy girl would be a little unhappy.
Fu Cheng listened to her complaints silently, but his mind uncontrollably thought of the conversation he had just heard in the hospital.
If he hadn't happened to come to Ningcheng.
If he hadn't reported it in time and married her.
Then she could be his brother's wife now and become his sister-in-law.
Fu Cheng knew that he had a bad temper and was a bit arrogant, which made him unpopular.
He doesn't like to coax people, and he is no match for his brother in pursuing and pleasing lesbians.
His brother has always been a good-tempered person since he was young, at least on the surface. He is considerate and speaks gently.
Not as arrogant and proud as he was back then.
Fu Cheng couldn't help but feel that if the arranged marriage between Song Shengsheng and his brother existed, it would be feudal, pedantic, and shouldn't exist.
Will she gradually fall in love with her brother as they spend time together day after day?
Just thinking about it made Fu Cheng feel uncomfortable as if ants were gnawing at him, and his scalp was numb with pain.
In silence, the man suddenly raised his hand, slowly took the tape measure from her hand, and casually put it aside.
Song Shengsheng raised her head and stared at him blankly: "What are you doing? Don't you want me to make you a shirt? Then I won't do it."
She is not! She is rushing! She is waiting for someone's temper.
She likes to be lazy and gets angry easily.
If Fu Cheng didn't let her measure the size, she could save some trouble.
Fu Cheng grabbed her hands and forced her to hug his waist, "Just measure it like this."
Fu Cheng didn't look like he was joking. Their bodies were almost pressed tightly together, and they were as intimate as they had been in countless late nights in the past.
Fu Cheng's arms were strong and powerful. When he held her, she had no chance to resist and could only hug his narrow and hard waist.
"Hold me and measure me."
Song Shengsheng felt that Fu Cheng was being unreasonable and even embarrassing her, "Stop messing around."
She was about to pull her hand away, but was pulled back again.
Fu Cheng was not polite to her. It was obvious that he was not thinking about the shirt at the moment.
His aura was overwhelming, dominating and encircling her.
"Later, then."
Fu Cheng held her lips and kissed her until he was satisfied. He told her in a hoarse voice, "Let's get down to business first."
Song Shengsheng had no idea that taking the measurements would turn out like this. She was almost lifted up by him.
The man's arms were like copper and iron walls, and his fingers on her waist were like iron clamps. She didn't want to mess around with him, so she put her hands on his hard chest muscles, feeling a little scared, and didn't dare to move.
The strength of the struggle gradually weakened.
Fu Cheng pushed her against the table, holding her neck, and she almost sat on him.
The breeze from the window blew the light white curtains.
The wind was rustling, and the curtains were rising and falling in the breeze.
The room seemed to be filled with a soft and charming fragrance. The corners of Song Shengsheng's eyes were red, and it looked like she had been crying, but it wasn't the kind of sad crying.
Her dress was still intact.
The hem of the skirt is a little wrinkled.
Fu Cheng patiently helped her adjust the hem of her skirt and slowly put it down. The man's rough fingertips gently rubbed her ears and smoothed her fine hair. His sense of security was temporarily satisfied, and his cold expression just now eased a little. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Shengsheng, do you want to measure again?"
Song Shengsheng leaned limply against him, and it didn't hurt even if he was pinched.
Fu Cheng grabbed her fingers and clasped them tightly, "Are you out of strength?"
He stretched out his long arm, picked up the tape measure that he had just placed aside, spread open her fingers one by one, and put the tape measure into her palm. "Come on, continue."
Song Shengsheng threw the ruler at him and said nothing, indicating that he was still angry.
Fu Cheng just lost control, but he was very sober.
He held her too tightly, and when the crisis came, he instinctively and urgently wanted to hold her tightly in his palm.
Afraid she would run away.
Afraid that she would be snatched away by someone else.
It was very easy to like Song Shengsheng. It didn't take long for him to go from being disdainful at the beginning to being worried and anxious now.
Fu Cheng showed restraint, as if she was dispensable, but he couldn't give her any more chips.
She looks soft, but she turns ruthless faster than anyone else.
Fu Cheng didn't think about it anymore, and then whispered to her: "Don't you want to measure? Then let's continue with what we just did..."
Song Shengsheng glared at him and said, "Then don't move around this time."
Fu Cheng was very obedient: "Okay."
Song Shengsheng finally measured his size. She wrote down the number in a notebook and decided never to measure him again.
This person is really bad.
Song Shengsheng started working as a seamstress again that night. She was very serious when making clothes and would not be distracted by anyone who came.
By the time she had finished sewing, she was tired.
She should never do this again, she should just buy it ready-made.
When Fu Cheng came back from taking a shower, Song Shengsheng lazily opened her arms to him: "I'm tired, hold me to sleep."
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