Song Xingyao exclaimed in surprise and reached out to grab his mischievous hand.
She felt the man's warm breath above her head, and heard his low, seductive voice.
"What's wrong? Not pretending to be asleep anymore?"
"How...how am I supposed to sleep if you're like this?"
Fortunately, the lights were off inside, otherwise the pinkish hue on Song Xingyao's face would have been clearly visible.
He deliberately pressed his lips to her ear, his breath tickling her ear, making her want to struggle.
Although the man's presence was strong, there was no ambiguous or lustful atmosphere in the room.
Song Xingyao's body has not yet recovered; Fu Siming wouldn't be so beastly.
Fu Siming clearly intended to distract Song Xingyao using this method.
It must be said that this method is quite effective.
Overwhelmed with shyness, she had no time to think further.
The two bickered for a while longer before finally hearing Song Xingyao's steady breathing.
Looking at the woman's sleeping face, Fu Siming pulled her even closer into his arms.
That night, Song Xingyao had a rare good night's sleep.
There was no longer any dark space or piercing screams.
Instead, she dreamt that her child with Fu Siming was walking unsteadily toward her.
Before he could even take her into his arms.
Song Xingyao then woke up.
The man's scent had long since disappeared from the spot beside her.
Looking at the wall clock, it's only 7 o'clock?! He left home so early?
When Fu Siming arrived at the address Fu Yao had sent her.
The bodyguard standing nearby tactfully stepped forward and swiped the door open.
A strong smell of alcohol wafted out from inside. Fu Yao, wearing a silk slip dress, was lying on the carpet with a bottle of alcohol as her pillow.
She was dressed in very revealing clothing, but Fu Siming didn't even glance at her.
The bodyguards stepped forward and lifted the man up.
The harsh movements finally made Fu Yao murmur uncomfortably as she began to wake up.
Seeing the man in front of her, she revealed a smug smile.
The glass bottle that had rolled under the table was lightly held between my fingertips.
She walked step by step to the man's side, her bare arms preparing to wrap around Fu Siming's neck.
But then he moved swiftly, dodging Fu Yao's swaying figure.
Fu Yao wasn't annoyed; she just enjoyed seeing Fu Siming so frustrated yet helpless.
The pleasure of manipulating those in power is a unique kind of enjoyment.
Looking coldly at the woman in front of him, he felt a surge of repulsion and disgust rising in his chest.
She then walked around to stand in front of Fu Siming.
This time she moved quickly, her slender fingers climbing up his wrist.
She transferred the glass bottle from her hand to his palm.
Fu Siming gripped the cold bottle tightly and quickly pulled it away.
Fu Yao followed his movements and pressed herself against him, taking the opportunity to rest her head on his chest.
During the struggle, a muffled plea was heard: "Could you... not go?"
A sound that flashed by.
The next second, Fu Siming turned and left the room.
Not even a single expression was left.
Fu Yao slumped to the ground, her clothes disheveled.
Looking at the open gate.
She finally realized that Fu Siming really didn't care about her at all.
I'm glad I still have some useful medicine; otherwise, it would be really difficult to see him.
Since that's the case!
It would be better to make a complete scene then.
Fu Siming personally delivered the medicine to Ye Si's office before leaning back on the sofa and rubbing his temples.
His face looked exhausted.
Seeing his expression, Yes knew that he had met with Fu Yao again, and hesitated to speak.
When he returned from the ward, he was still in the same position.
I don't know what she's thinking.
Yes: "The medication has been tested and administered, the ventilator can be removed. We'll observe her metabolism a bit more, then she can be discharged. Ah Ming... are you really planning to keep this from her forever?"
Fu Siming didn't open his eyes: "Given her current condition, is there any better way?"
...
Yes: "I think you're underestimating her strength..."
The man on the sofa raised his eyelids and looked at his friend. The moment their eyes met, the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Ye Si felt inexplicably guilty, realizing he had overstepped his bounds, and shut his mouth.
After a long silence in the room, Fu Siming finally sat up and left the office. "Thanks."
He didn't rush back, but asked Lao Xu to take him to Tiansheng to handle the company's business these days.
With no obstacles in sight in the south, construction has started smoothly and has even been used by the municipal government as a model project.
Once I've finished dealing with the things I'm currently working on.
Fu Siming received a call from Ang.
Ang: "I heard that Gumai is preparing to go back. It's been unusually quiet in Sige lately, so he must have taken care of the person. Be careful."
Fu Siming: "Hmm." Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Is everything alright on your end?"
"Me? What could possibly happen to me? I'll go back to China once this is all sorted out."
?
Fu Siming had no idea what he was talking about.
But from the moment they met until now, he has keenly noticed that Ang and the Scott family are not on good terms.
What kind of trouble has the Si Ge family gotten into? They have quite a few enemies.
That's why we can better appreciate how vast the network behind him is.
Despite being a tall tree that attracts the wind, it still stands tall and unyielding.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a while.
Pei Jing came in with the documents.
He respectfully reported the information he had gathered over the past few days.
“President Fu, these days, Fu Yao has been getting very close to your brother…” Before she could finish, she changed the subject, “…and Fu Bowen.”
Fu Siming raised his eyes with interest.
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