Chapter 65
Fu Chu gently put his arm around her slender waist and held her with one arm as they sat down at the table.
Qiao Yanrou was drowsy throughout the whole process of eating breakfast. She only slept for three or four hours last night, so it was hard not to feel sleepy.
"Didn't you sleep well last night?" He raised his hand and gently brushed away the hair that was stuck to her cheek.
She nodded: "I drank a few cups of tea before going to bed yesterday and couldn't sleep." She was so engrossed in chatting with Le Liu yesterday that she forgot that she would not be able to sleep if she drank tea, let alone at night.
"Go take a nap later, I'll watch over the store," he said.
Qiao Yanrou could fall asleep even while sitting. She couldn't hold on any longer, so she stood up, responded vaguely, and went to the bathroom to wash up, but she was still feeling sleepy.
She simply lay back on the bed. It was autumn, the best time to sleep, and she fell asleep soon after lying down.
Fu Chuqing walked into the room. There was no window in the room and the light was very dim. He lowered his eyes and looked at her peaceful sleeping posture for a long time without moving.
He slowly leaned over and sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand to lift the black hair that fell on her cheek, revealing her profile.
He kissed the side of her face, his unsatisfied thin lips pressed against hers. Although the kiss was gentle, it did not stop him from kissing deeper and deeper.
Qiao Yanrou didn't know how long she had slept. She felt like she couldn't breathe and opened her eyes drowsily. Fu Chuqing saw that she was awake and kissed her harder.
"Um...don't...I'm sleepy." She couldn't help but soften under his restraint.
"You sleep." He said with heavy breathing.
Qiao Yanrou pinched him. How could she sleep with him like this? She took the opportunity to turn around and ignore him. A corner of the quilt was lifted up, and a hot body covered her from behind, holding her in his arms.
Fu Chuqing's hot lips fell behind her ear, teasing her reason inch by inch.
She couldn't help but groan, and seemed to soften into a puddle of water in his arms.
The man's palm moved over her face and again attacked between her lips and tongue, devouring them fiercely.
The shop door* was suddenly closed and locked, and the door of the room was also closed, plunging the room into darkness.
Only the sounds of heavy breathing and kissing were left.
It was not until late at night that Fu Chuqing put on her nightgown and carried her into the bathroom.
From this day on, Qiao Yanrou was officially with him again. He no longer seduced her all the time like before, and now he was much more restrained.
Even though he pestered her every night, he never tried to drain her dry again.
With the arrival of late autumn, Qiao Yanrou changed into the dress Fu Chuqing gave her and put on soft dark brown short boots, which was very suitable for autumn.
Some time ago, Fu Chuqing took her to find Huayuan. After searching for a few days, they finally found Huayuan in another city.
From now on, she won't have to worry about the source of flowers anymore.
In the afternoon, a familiar sports car stopped outside and a man and a woman got out.
Qiao Yanrou was leaning sideways to water the bouquets at the door of the store. When she heard the noise outside, she stopped what she was doing.
This was the first customer to patronize her flower shop. She remembered that the female companions this customer brought with him the previous two times were not the same ones.
Look closely at the woman next to him. She is the third woman he brought to buy flowers.
She smiled faintly: "Excuse me, do you want to change the flowers?"
Liu Rong nodded and took out a ten-pound bag of rice just like the previous two times. His female companion also happily took the bouquet of flowers handed over by Qiao Yanrou.
Liu Rong's gaze fell on her intentionally or unintentionally.
A noble man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked behind Qiao Yanrou. Men understand men best. Fu Chuqing saw Liu Rong's thoughts at a glance.
Liu Rong was surprised to meet Fu Chuqing here. Seeing his hand on Qiao Yanrou's waist, she realized that this was the woman who was rumored to have made Fu Chuqing and Ji Yuanchen fall in love with her.
Liu Rong stared at the woman opposite him. He really couldn't blame them... As long as he could have her, he would be willing to go through fire and water.
“…Is there anything else you need?” Qiao Yanrou asked softly when she saw him staring at her.
Liu Rong came back to his senses: "I want this money tree." He casually pointed to the money tree next to him.
Qiao Yanrou quickly agreed, broke free from the hand around her waist, turned around and walked into the store, tying a beautiful bow on the money tree.
Liu Rong put down five bags of ten kilograms of rice.
This startled her, and she dissuaded him a second time: "Sir, two bags of rice at most will be enough."
"Take it."
Liu Rong put the money tree into the storage space and left with his female companion.
After expressing her gratitude, Qiao Yanrou thought to herself that she had met a great guest.
Fu Chuqing saw that she couldn't suppress her smile, so he asked her helplessly: "How many bags of rice are you so happy about?" His tone was a little jealous.
She was immersed in the joy of harvesting rice and did not notice the sourness in his words.
“He’s considered a big client.”
Fu Chuqing leaned over and hugged her: "I gave you so many supplies, why don't you seem as happy as you are now?"
"How can that be the same? You are my boyfriend. It's just given from the left hand to the right hand. This is earned from outside."
She answered as a matter of course, and Fu Chuqing was extremely satisfied.
As late autumn approached, Qiao Yanrou felt that she had returned to the situation three years ago and began to gradually rely on Fu Chuqing. Once she calmed down, her heart and mind were filled with his figure.
It wasn't too serious some time ago, but before late autumn, she began to often ask him for kisses and was particularly sensitive.
For example, on this day, Qiao Yanrou was putting the wrapped bouquets aside.
Fu Chuqing hugged her slender waist from behind and said, "Take a rest."
"I'm almost done." Qiao Yanrou arranged the bouquets and used a watering can to water the bouquets and green plants.
He did not let go, burying his face in her creamy neck, letting his heavy breathing fall on her extremely sensitive skin.
The strange feeling made her body go weak again, and her hand pressing the spray bottle became powerless.
Qiao Yanrou bit her lip and turned her face involuntarily. Her pair of dark and watery eyes were filled with mist, and she looked up at him with spring in her eyes.
Fu Chuqing took off his glasses, leaned over and kissed her. At the same time, the glass door was closed and the curtains on both sides were drawn to cover the transparent glass door.
She raised her head and responded to his kiss actively. Fu Chuqing tightened his grip on her slender waist, picked her up and walked into the room.
During this time, she leaned on his shoulder and sobbed and begged him as if she was never satisfied.
Naturally, this was met with no mercy from Fu Chuqing.
Qiao Yanrou truly felt that she was being drained dry. She was fine before, but now she was repeating the same mistake again.
She couldn't stand this anymore. She didn't even have the energy to run the flower shop, so she asked him to break up again.
How could Fu Chuqing let go? He heard that she wanted to separate and asked her why?
"You...how can I have the energy to run a flower shop if you are like this?" She couldn't control herself now and often pestered him to be intimate with her.
Fu Chuqing's expression was solemn: "I can't compare to this flower shop?"
Of course, Qiao Yanrou was not referring to this. She knew that it was useless to talk to him more. He would make changes every time, but it would not take long before he would return to the starting point.
"I'm breaking up with you anyway." She had given him a chance, but she still couldn't control that aspect of him as before.
Fu Chuqing grabbed her arm with a stern face to stop her from leaving.
"I don't agree." He coldly rejected her talk of breaking up.
Regardless of whether he agreed or not, Qiao Yanrou could not let herself be nearly drained by him like before.
Even though she turned her face away and ignored him, Fu Chuqing still did not get angry. He coaxed her softly. No matter how she treated it coldly, it didn't work.
On this day in late autumn, Qiao Yanrou wore a light khaki trench coat, a long skirt underneath, and a pair of short boots. She was so sweet that it made people fascinated.
She opened the glass door as usual, moved the green plants out of the store and placed them on both sides of the door. She walked out of the store again with the bouquet of flowers in her arms. Before she put it down, she noticed a tall figure standing not far away from the corner of her eye.
Qiao Yanrou stood there in a daze for a few seconds, then looked up and saw Ji Yuanchen standing not far away. At this moment, their eyes met.
She thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes a few times, but the extremely eye-catching figure was still standing there.
She was completely stunned. He was no different from three or four years ago, still as handsome and outstanding as before.
Ji Yuanchen was suffering from the pain of missing her. He walked towards her quickly and hugged her and the flowers tightly in his arms. Thousands of words could not compare to being able to hold her in his arms at this moment.
As soon as he let her go, extremely damaging lightning struck Ji Yuanchen. While Ji Yuanchen dodged, the two of them first protected Qiao Yanrou, not wanting to hurt even a hair on her head.
Fu Chuqing came to Qiao Yanrou, put his arms around her, and declared his sovereignty.
"Ji Yuanchen, this is my girlfriend."
Ji Yuanchen sneered, his eyes showing only coldness without a trace of warmth.
"You know how despicable you are."
Ji Yuanchen still underestimated him. At the beginning, they joined forces to gather powerful psychics from all over the place, and under their control, they killed all the zombies in a short time.
However, he never thought that Fu Chuqing, who took the initiative to propose cooperation, still had a backup plan three years later.
Three years later, his and Fu Chuqing's abilities had already improved rapidly, and both had reached incomparable heights.
He did not use his mental power as frequently as Fu Chuqing, so naturally, he did not use it in as many ways as he did. When Qiao Yanrou left the abandoned house, he and Fu Chuqing were both present.
As he followed her away, a formation formed by spiritual power extended from under his feet. Just as he frowned and decided not to act rashly,
This formation, which he had never seen before, sent him into a space-time rift, where there were countless intelligent high-level zombies. These high-level zombies could not move, as if they were stagnant in the space-time rift, neither alive nor dead, and their bodies were indestructible.
Fu Chuqing had been studying how to accurately send living people into the space-time rift a long time ago. The countless high-level zombies inside were his experimental subjects.
From the moment he discussed cooperation with Ji Yuanchen, or rather, from the moment he knew of his existence, he had already developed the intention to kill him.
What Fu Chuqing didn't expect was that he would eventually find a way to tear open the crack in time and space, and then completely block it, so that no matter how powerful his mental power was, he would not be able to explore into it anymore.
Facing Ji Yuanchen's cold accusation, Fu Chuqing remained calm: "All is fair in war."
Ji Yuanchen's words were tinged with frost: "It's a pity that your careful planning can't trap me in the space-time rift."
Qiao Yanrou felt like she was listening to a conversation between gods and immortals. She could understand all the words, but the meaning put together left her confused. The only thing she was sure of was that they were like enemies with a deep grudge against each other.
What kind of space-time rift is this? How did they know each other?
She looked left and right, her head full of question marks.
Fu Chuqing obviously didn't expect that after sending Ji Yuanchen into the space-time rift, he could still appear in front of him.
Ji Yuanchen saw his hands hugging Qiao Yanrou, and his cold eyes were like sharp arrows that could be shot out, and every arrow fell on his hands.
"So what if she's despicable? She's mine now." Fu Chuqing remained as steady as a rock.
Ji Yuanchen: "You are so scheming, it's no surprise that Yanrou fell into your trap."
Fu Chuqing's skill in speaking was naturally not inferior to his: "I treat her differently, without any falsehood."
Ji Yuanchen said coldly: "Flower words and flattering expressions."
Qiao Yanrou, who was caught in the middle: "..."
The two men started arguing. In order to protect Qiao Yanrou and not damage the things in the flower shop, they moved to a nearby open space and fought extremely fiercely.
Qiao Yanrou walked out of the store and looked at the dust flying in the distance and the continuous rumbling noises, knowing that she could not stop the conflict between them.
After all, Ji Yuanchen's words and deeds emphasized one thing: Fu Chuqing had set a trap for him, and even... was going for his life.
Qiao Yanrou turned her helplessness into a long sigh. She went to look for Le Liu next door, but Le Liu's shop was empty and she didn't know where he had gone.
Qiao Yanrou was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. The more she tried to persuade him, the more intense his words became.
Le Liu had been rushing to find a healer as early as when Ji Yuanchen appeared. Brother Chen suddenly disappeared some time ago, and no one could find him.
This happened again suddenly, and her first reaction was to find a healer. When asked why she reacted so quickly, she could only say that it was from past experience.
Qiao Yanrou could only fret, wondering how she could get them to stop. That was until she saw Le Liu and several other psychics hurried over.
She ran over and was about to say something, but was persuaded back by Le Liu.
"Don't go over there, or I might get hurt." Her appearance only worsened the conflict between them, and they kept fighting and refused to stop.
Qiao Yanrou listened to her advice and understood her intention, so she went back to the store and waited for their fight to end.
After a long time, the loud noise in the open space died down. Qiao Yanrou walked out of the store and looked towards the open space. She wanted to go over and see what was going on, but she was afraid that her appearance would reignite the fight that had just ended.
In the open space, two tall men were seriously injured. The healer performed healing magic on them respectively. Under the treatment of the healing magic, the injuries of all sizes on the two men on the opposite sides healed at an extremely fast speed.
After all, they are all healers with strength close to super high level, and they can save the patient as long as there is a trace of breath left.
"Can you two stop fighting all the time?" One of the healers often got a headache from giving them advice. This rarely happened when the zombies were not completely wiped out.
The fighting has become more and more intense in the past two years. Ji Yuanchen disappeared some time ago, and they were very worried. But then they thought that Ji Yuanchen was so powerful that nothing could happen to him.
As expected, Ji Yuanchen appeared unharmed, and the two men began their battle again.
The psychic who was responsible for performing healing magic on Ji Yuanchen was also speechless. Upon hearing the news about Boss Ji, he was hurriedly invited here before he had time to be happy.
Before, Boss Ji and Shen Luohan often fought with each other, and now it’s the same with Brother Fu.
The two men remained silent, staring at each other with hostility.
Ever since they had been fighting, Qiao Yanrou was absent-mindedly arranging the flowers, her mind in a mess. She was wondering if she shouldn't have walked out of the abandoned house, maybe... this situation wouldn't have happened.
Especially when Le Liu came to her and told her that they had often fought like this in the past two years, Le Liu's words reminded her that there were always several servings of dishes and clothes appearing on both sides of the partitions in abandoned houses. Everything made sense now.
And Ji Yuanchen's life was threatened indirectly because of her.
She closed the shop door and sat alone on a chair, fiddling with the bouquet of flowers uncomfortably, feeling very depressed.
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