The man's warm breath brushed against my sensitive ear. "When you called me that time, I recognized your scent and started to suspect something."
“After arriving in London, I checked the security camera footage at the entrance of this villa and found that the person who made the call was you. You looked completely different, but your back and walking posture were still the same. I went to the jewelry store and when you told me your measurements, I knew it was you.”
Hearing his deep, husky, and magnetic voice, my heart trembled. He actually suspected it was me just from my breath on the phone.
My eyes welled up with tears again.
Then, recalling the heartache and grievances of the past few days, she thought, "Then why won't you acknowledge me? And you've made me so jealous of myself all this time, Fu Yanshen, you're just being deliberately dramatic, deliberately torturing me!"
"Yes, I'm angry that you won't acknowledge me, I even hate you—"
"you--"
I interrupted him angrily, then met his deep, red-rimmed eyes. Through his resentful and sorrowful gaze, I seemed to understand what he wanted to say to me:
Do you know how I've gotten through the past two years?
The man buried his face in my chest, and I couldn't bear to complain about my little grievances anymore, so I kept stroking the back of his head.
"Fu Yanshen, you are also my weakness. It's not that you can't protect me, I want to protect you too."
“When I resented you the most in the past, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for you every time you had a stomachache. Now that I know how much you have sacrificed for me, I can’t bear to see you suffer any mishap.”
"To love someone is to hope that they are doing well; in this respect, we are all the same."
I say this from the bottom of my heart.
Fu Yanshen paused for a moment, then buried his face deep into Sheng Qiaoqiao's chest, which was filled with her unique body fragrance, rubbing against her and sucking.
My heart is filled with emotion.
It turned out that after she filed for divorce, he had a stomach ailment one night, and she asked the driver to bring him some special medicine, showing her concern for him. He thought she was worried about Shengshi's stock price and didn't want her father to be troubled.
Even so, he still craved her tenderness.
On one occasion, he deliberately caused himself to be in a car accident and then deliberately told Sheng Minghui to ask Qiao Qiao to come and take care of him.
That night, he was buried inside her body like he is now, feeling incredibly happy.
Shengshi was nearly bankrupt from his revenge. She was used by her fake mother to find him, and he deliberately made her his mistress and brought her here...
Fu Yanshen went on and on about all the "shameful things" he had done. I felt sorry for him, but also a little guilty. Actually, I was just like him.
In the past, we were all too afraid of being hurt, so we always treated each other with insincerity.
However, ever since he found out about my miscarriage, he has been changing, and I will cherish him and love him even more in the future.
after……
Will Mr. Ye let me off the hook?
Actually, as long as he doesn't stop me from being with Fu Yanshen, I'd rather stay as Jiang Shuyi and continue pretending to be dead.
"Ah..." Fu Yanshen's deep voice pulled me back to my senses.
"What are you worried about? Are you afraid Leng Xiao will come looking for you?"
"I'm not worried anymore. I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with you. I'm ready to risk it all." I should have secretly told him earlier and faced this together with him!
Fu Yanshen pecked my lips hard, and then, in an instant, slipped something onto my left middle finger.
I turned my gaze and saw it was indeed that pink diamond pigeon egg.
"Don't worry, that Du Yuan has never worn it. The Du family and my maternal grandmother's family are cousins, so I'm related to her," he explained near my lips.
I turned my head and pecked him on the cheek. "Where's the blue diamond?"
"Burn it all, everything about you, burn it all."
I:"……"
No wonder he stopped using the wallet I gave him; there was no picture of me in it, and neither was the lighter…
Fu Yanshen started moving again.
I hugged him tightly, whispered in his ear, and said breathlessly, "The past doesn't matter anymore. We'll slowly build up new and beautiful memories together."
Fu Yanshen remained silent, his expression turning deep instead of speaking.
He felt as if he had been completely brought back to life.
...
I woke up to find the sun high in the sky.
My body felt heavy, and to my surprise, Fu Yanshen was still asleep.
I tilted my head back slightly, quietly admiring his sleeping face. Inadvertently, I noticed the white hair at his temples, and my heart clenched again.
My "death" was such a heavy blow to him, both physically and mentally, that his hair turned white overnight.
...
I finally managed to break free from Fu Yanshen and coax him to continue sleeping. He really seemed sleepy and didn't get up. His sleep quality must have been poor these past two years, and he probably needs to rely on sleeping pills to help him sleep for a long time.
His bodyguards were still on guard in the villa's courtyard, and there were police cars outside.
I was in the kitchen cooking porridge and making egg pancakes, thoroughly enjoying preparing breakfast.
Just as breakfast was almost ready, I heard footsteps behind me.
“Fu—”
I turned around with the plate in my hand, and a dark figure was a few steps away from me. The man stretched out his arm, and the gun in his hand was pointed at me.
When I saw Leng Xiao's face, which was completely undisguised, I gripped the edge of the plate tightly with my thumb.
With heavy security outside, how did he get in?
Just then, a figure emerged from behind the liquor cabinet. As he raised his arm, the gun in his hand was pointed at Leng Xiao's head!
It is Fu Yanshen.
I breathed a sigh of relief instantly.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Leng Xiao's lips. "Ah Shen, we're going to have a shooting contest. I'll count to three..."
He was a professional assassin, indifferent to life and death.
Today, either Sheng Qiaoqiao will die, or he will die.
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