Chapter 352 Mr. Fu is a male model!
Fu Linghe's fingertips gently lifted Yun Zheng's chin, and the moonlight cast a shadow between his deep eyebrows.
He suddenly chuckled, his warm breath brushing her earlobe. "Wearing this to the observation deck?"
Yun Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips unconsciously tightened the belt of her nightgown.
She was about to argue when she was suddenly picked up by the waist.
Fu Linghe strode towards the bedroom and kicked the door with such force that even the decorative paintings on the wall shook.
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng exclaimed, her back sinking into the soft mattress.
She struggled to get up, but her wrist was held down by the man who was kneeling on one knee on the edge of the bed.
"Shhh..." He leaned over and whispered in her ear, his voice carrying a dangerous magnetism, "Aren't we going to see the moon?"
The moonlight outside the window is just right, and the silver light shines into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Fu Linghe's slender fingers stroked the deep V design of her back, and the temperature of his fingertips was surprisingly hot.
Only then did Yun Zheng notice that his eyes were so clear that there was no trace of sleepiness at all.
"Are you pretending to sleep?" She widened her eyes.
Fu Linghe chuckled as he untied the belt of his nightgown. His wheat-colored chest shone like honey in the moonlight. "If I don't do this, how can I catch a sneaky kitten?"
He suddenly pulled out her phone from under the pillow like magic. "By the way, I called Mom back."
Yun Zheng gasped, snatched up her phone, and looked at it. [Eight male models quit, your son will serve her personally!]
The message showed as read, and the "the other party is typing..." status at the top of the dialog box lasted for a full half minute, and finally a thumbs-up emoticon was sent.
"Fu Linghe!" Yun Zheng's face flushed red and she wanted to hit him, but her wrist was grabbed and pressed on her head.
The man's hot lips and tongue moved along the exposed skin of her back, and he bit her waist lightly.
"We'll settle this account slowly." He whispered in her ear, a smile in his voice, "Let's start with this dress..."
The champagne-colored silk dress was thrown at the end of the bed, and the moonlight flowed over the intertwined figures.
The city lights were dim in the distance, and in the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling window, one could vaguely see Fu Linghe's bony palms interlocking with Yun Zheng's fingers, locking her tightly in his arms.
At three o'clock in the morning, Yun Zheng curled up exhausted in Fu Linghe's arms.
The man stroked her long hair from time to time until Yun Zheng fell completely asleep, then he sneaked out of bed.
He made a phone call in the corridor, then quietly closed the door and left the hospital...
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The next morning.
Yun Zheng struggled to wake up from her chaotic dream, her eyelids feeling heavy as if they were filled with lead.
She subconsciously reached out to her side, but only felt a cold sheet.
Yun Zheng woke up instantly and sat up suddenly. The silk sheet slipped from her shoulders, revealing several ambiguous red marks on her collarbone.
"Fu Linghe?" Her voice was still hoarse from waking up, and it seemed particularly abrupt in the empty bedroom.
Outside the window, the morning light shines through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
The digital clock beside the bed showed 8:17 in the morning.
Fu Linghe had clearly stayed with her until she woke up naturally these past two days.
Yun Zheng's heart suddenly tightened, and the memories of last night came flooding back.
There was the male model she secretly ordered, the embarrassment of being caught by Fu Linghe, and the subsequent blushing and heart-pounding "punishments"...
"Is he really angry?" she muttered softly, throwing off the quilt and jumping out of bed, rushing out the door without even having time to put on her slippers.
The living room was quiet and no one was in the kitchen.
Yun Zheng's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and her fingers unconsciously tightened the belt of her nightgown. Could it be that he had run away from home?
Just as she was about to call Fu Linghe, she caught a glimpse of a slender figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
The back figure was clearly the outline of Fu Linghe, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, standing tall and straight like a pine tree.
But when the morning light outlined his silhouette, Yun Zheng suddenly stopped.
Silver hair?
She blinked, wondering if she was still asleep.
The man in front of the window had silver hair that flowed like moonlight, and his hair shone with a pearly luster in the morning light, completely different from his usual black hair.
Yun Zheng held her breath and took two steps forward quietly.
At this moment, the man seemed to notice her presence and slowly turned around.
"Awake?" The familiar deep voice made Yun Zheng's heart skip a beat.
It was indeed Fu Linghe, but not the Fu Linghe she was familiar with.
His short silver-gray hair was draped messily across his forehead, making his deep eyes look even darker than ink.
He had that signature smirk on his face, and he exuded an unprecedented dangerous charm.
"You...your hair..." Yun Zheng stuttered and pointed at his head, speechless for a moment.
Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows and walked towards her with lazy steps.
He was wearing a black silk shirt with a deep V-neck today. The collar was wide open, revealing a large area of honey-colored skin and faintly visible collarbone.
As he approached, Yun Zheng smelled a faint scent of cedar mixed with a faint hint of hair dye.
"Do you like it?" He stopped in front of her, casually playing with his silver hair with his slender fingers. "Didn't some little rascal say last night that he liked silver-haired male models the most?"
Yun Zheng's face suddenly flushed.
That was just a casual remark she made to her mother-in-law last night. She didn't expect that he still remembered it.
She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to respond. She could only stare blankly at the refreshed Fu Linghe in front of her.
The sunlight shone from behind him, giving him a golden edge.
With silver hair, black clothes, honey-colored skin, and a cynical expression, he looks just like a top male model.
"What? Are you stunned?" Fu Linghe chuckled, and suddenly reached out to pinch her chin, his thumb gently stroking her soft lips. "Mrs. Fu, are you satisfied with your husband's new look?"
His voice was very low, with the hoarseness unique to waking up in the morning, and it was like a feather gently scratching Yun Zheng's eardrum.
She swallowed involuntarily, her eyes sliding from his sexy Adam's apple to his open neckline, and then back to his handsome, almost enchanting face.
"When...when are you going to dye your hair?" Yun Zheng finally found her voice, but asked a completely unimportant question.
Fu Linghe's mouth curled up into a wicked smile, "Three o'clock in the morning, after you fall asleep."
He leaned over to her ear, his warm breath fanning her sensitive skin. "I sacrificed precious sleep time for a little naive surprise."
Only then did Yun Zheng notice the faint blue color under his eyes, and she suddenly felt guilty and touched.
She reached out and caressed his cheek, her fingertips gently tracing his perfect jawline. "You don't have to be like that... I was just saying it casually."
"I know." Fu Linghe grabbed her wrist and placed a light kiss on her palm, but his eyes suddenly became dangerous. "But since Mrs. Fu has this special hobby, as her husband, I naturally have to satisfy it myself."
He deliberately emphasized the word "personally", his tone full of sarcasm.
Yun Zheng's face turned even redder, and the memory of last night's "personal service" came flooding back, making her legs weak.
She subconsciously wanted to step back, but Fu Linghe grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms.
"Want to run away?" He looked down at her, his silver hair cascading down his forehead, gleaming in the sunlight. "Don't you like male models? Huh?"
The last rising tone of the word "hmm" made Yun Zheng's heart beat like a drum.
She had never seen Fu Linghe like this before, he was bold and unrestrained, exuding a fatal attraction from head to toe.
This is completely different from his usual image of an elite in a suit and tie, but damn charming.
"I was just joking with Mom." Yun Zheng defended herself in a low voice, but her fingers unconsciously entangled with the lapel of his shirt.
Fu Linghe chuckled softly and suddenly picked her up sideways.
Yun Zheng exclaimed, and instinctively hugged his neck: "Fu Linghe! What are you doing?"
"Serving the customers." He winked in a sly manner and carried her towards the bedroom. "Mrs. Fu wants to order eight male models. I have to work twice as hard."
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