He didn't have time to carry her to the bedroom. Instead, he held her slender waist, lifted her up, and sat her on the washbasin, where they became deeply intimate.
The man's heavy breathing and the woman's soft moans collided and intertwined, the ambiguity growing like wildly spreading algae.
The mirror reflected their figures, softness entwined with strength, creating the most striking contrast.
After a deep kiss, Sheng Qiaoqiao buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting heavily, her beautiful lips lightly kissing the bulging veins in his neck.
The overwhelming scent of male hormones filled her nostrils, and as she inhaled this deeply penetrating aroma, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes again.
The tightness in his chest triggered a reaction in his lower body, and Fu Yanshen almost ejaculated. When he looked down, he saw her buried in the crook of his neck, silently shedding tears.
There was a long white hair at her temple.
At this moment, Fu Yanshen felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
His steely resolve softened into tenderness. He lowered his head and gently kissed away her tears. "It's okay, don't be sad. I'm back, and I'll never leave again..."
The man coaxed her in a hoarse voice, holding her even tighter.
The more he tried to comfort her, the harder she cried. The pain of losing him and the joy of getting him back to her tormented her with two intense emotions.
She kissed his lips eagerly, clinging to him, releasing all her emotions.
Fu Yanshen was the same.
The despair before the plane crash, the unbearable pain of holding her corpse in my past life, and the joy of being deeply united with her again at this moment—all these emotions intertwined.
He fiercely merged into her, pressing her against his chest, as if only by completely integrating her into his bones could he feel at ease and secure.
They were entangled in passionate lovemaking on the large bed where they had made love countless times.
After the intense release, all that remains is the joy of reunion.
...
As evening falls, the small garden in spring is vibrant and beautiful, like a painting.
A man in a white shirt and jeans, wearing sandals, stood in the garden, holding a watering can, carefully watering the roses and hydrangeas.
He was meticulous in his work, picking off every single withered leaf he encountered.
He has the air of a stay-at-home man.
Sheng Qiaoqiao, who had just woken up, came out of the villa and saw this scene, her heart pounding wildly.
He was so handsome that he seemed to blend into the beautiful scenery.
She walked up to him with a water glass and some medicine in her hands. "I had someone bring these over. They're the rejection medication you used to take."
Fu Yanshen was slightly taken aback. "Your hands are dirty. Feed me."
She put the pill in his mouth and fed him water, saying, "Let's go to the hospital another day for a cardiac ultrasound to check things out."
He choked and almost swallowed the pill.
"Illnesses are all diagnosed through medical examinations. I know my own body. Mrs. Fu, believe it or not, I can live with you to 99?" The man's handsome face, covered in sweat, held a confident smile.
Sheng Qiaoqiao: "..."
For a moment, she didn't know whether to be moved by his sweet words or to worry about his heart.
However, his demeanor suggested genuine confidence, not that he was deliberately trying to flatter her.
However, in the past year, she read many spiritual books in an attempt to escape her suffering. She believes that illness arises from the mind and circumstances change with one's state of mind; as long as they love each other in the future, his health will be fine.
"Who is Mrs. Fu?"
Sheng Qiaoqiao's mind raced, and she became mischievous, deliberately pointing at him.
He turned and left.
Fu Yanshen raised an eyebrow, gritted his teeth, and wished he could move the Civil Affairs Bureau over right now.
Remarry on the spot!
He immediately ordered his identity to be restored.
The next morning, just as Sheng Qiaoqiao had imagined when she had her mental illness, he went to the marriage registration office early to queue up.
Unlike the day we got our marriage certificate in my previous life, when that bastard deliberately made her wait and didn't wear a white shirt as she requested.
At that time, he only thought that she married him out of spite of a scumbag, and he never thought about how long their marriage would last.
Sheng Qiaoqiao rushed to the Civil Affairs Bureau with her lawyer. His previous will had already taken effect, and all his assets were in her name. She had to return them to him.
This will was made before he donated his heart. She is the only heir to his estate, and even his best brother Fu Ren is not entitled to any share.
Fu Yanshen pulled her aside with a dark expression. "Don't you want me anymore?"
Sheng Qiaoqiao: "..."
Fu Yanshen: "I am all yours, why distinguish between yours and mine?"
He's really good at this now, sweet talk comes so easily to him.
Sheng Qiaoqiao glanced at him leisurely, "Mr. Fu, you can't just give up all the shares in Fu's Group, can you?"
Fu Yanshen replied without hesitation, "No, you can hire me as president from now on, just pay me a salary. Of course, you can keep my salary card."
"..."
Sheng Qiaoqiao was speechless for a moment.
"Mr. Fu, you are penniless right now."
Fu Yanshen said with utmost seriousness, "Having you is enough for me."
Sheng Qiaoqiao: "..."
I was charmed by him again.
They successfully obtained their marriage certificate. Fu Yanshen was even more handsome than the AI-generated image, especially his pair of deep, dark eyes, which were like a burning starry sky, a kind of infatuation that AI could never capture.
This time, when his friends saw the real Fu Yanshen, they were all overjoyed and cried tears of joy.
Mu Ye, in particular, was deeply moved by Sheng Qiaoqiao's affection for Fu Yanshen over the past year and wrote many love songs about their relationship.
Sincere and moving, every song is a classic.
Makino has also returned to the music scene.
Inside the private room, people were drinking and singing, creating a lively atmosphere.
However, Sheng Qiaoqiao knew that none of her friends were doing well.
Nowadays, Song Sinan smokes and drinks, and his relationship with Ning Xi is not as affectionate as it is when they attend events. He never brings his wife to private gatherings with friends.
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