043: [Cover changed!] The little beauty gets beaten up
"Where did I touch you?" Fu Tingyu's gaze swept over, as cold as ever. "Hmm?"
The boy stared at the man in a daze, then shuddered.
He pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.
"I'm so sorry," Huai Yan struggled to prop himself up on his hands, frantically trying to stand up from the ground. "Sir, I..."
It was as if she was afraid of being blamed by the man.
Before Huaiyan could finish speaking, she stumbled and ran back to her rented room.
...We need to wash the places Jiang Ze touched.
Although Jiang Ze did not actually leave any mark on him.
But Huaiyan knew that men cared a lot.
Otherwise, that look wouldn't have been like she wanted to devour him.
So Huaiyan hurriedly went back to the kitchen to boil water, wanting to take a bath.
Footsteps came from behind.
The boy stood at the kitchen doorway, looking awkwardly at the man who had followed him, his eyes brimming with tears: "Sir, please wait a moment... it will be ready soon."
“I…I didn’t intend to let Jiang Ze in,” Huai Yan explained anxiously as the man remained silent. “I also have the address, and I haven’t given it to anyone else…”
This is true.
Apart from the room manager, Xiao Ju, who knew the address from the very beginning.
Huaiyan has never given her address to anyone.
Even on the first few days of school, the addresses and phone numbers on the forms the school required were all filled out haphazardly by him.
Because the class monitor will get the information, and who knows when he might take action against Huaiyan.
So these past few days, the boy has been unusually cautious, fearing that the class monitor, like 2365, will haunt him relentlessly.
"Please, please don't be angry..."
Fu Tingyu remained silent, his eyes cold and sinister.
Huaiyan touched her neck helplessly, her eyes a little red, as if she was about to cry, and stood there blankly.
He didn't dare to look the man in the eye, and simply said, "I...I want to take a shower."
The man asked nothing, stepped aside, and turned to go to the sofa.
I had a feeling of being neglected.
The boy lowered his head, nervously clutching the hem of his clothes, not daring to say another word.
The water had just boiled, and Huaiyan hesitated at the door as she carried it to the bathroom.
He looked at the man timidly and asked, "Sir...may I ask you to come in?"
Fu Tingyu slowly shook his head, typing on his computer.
The boy flinched, but in the end, he carried the water and went into the bathroom alone.
Huai inkstone can feel it.
While carrying the water, the man's peripheral vision was fixed on him.
She probably wanted to come over and help him carry water.
But perhaps, what happened today made the man too angry.
Huaiyan left the bathroom door open.
It's a signal that she's asking for a man's forgiveness.
But Fu Tingyu's attitude was very strange. He didn't pursue Jiang Ze's matter, and didn't even ask anything.
This only made Huai Yan uneasy, the weight on his heart rising higher and higher, his heart hanging in suspense.
The man has disliked Jiang Ze for a long time.
Whenever Jiang Ze was mentioned, Fu Tingyu's gaze would be filled with scrutiny.
Now, Jiang Ze is saying so many things in front of men that could be misunderstood.
While taking a bath, Huaiyan was always a little uneasy, and would occasionally glance outside to make sure the man was still sitting there.
Fu Tingyu remained motionless, a laptop on his lap, typing something.
He even took a phone call for a few minutes in the middle, talking casually to the other party.
Huai Yanxin was still flustered, and rubbed Jiang Ze's wrist until it was red.
The water was too hot, and the steam from the bathroom made his face flush red.
The boy's eyes were filled with tears, and his lips were glistening with moisture.
"no……"
Huaiyan was so anxious she was about to cry.
My wrist was rubbed so hard that it turned red, looking like the marks left by handcuffs.
No... there's more.
And the chin.
Jiang Ze also touched his chin, and when he pinched it, he used a lot of force, which hurt a little.
Huaiyan was anxious and subconsciously glanced outside again.
Seeing that the man was still sitting there, he felt relieved, then scooped up some water and rubbed his chin.
dirty.
Fu Tingyu disliked the places Jiang Ze had touched.
In the blink of an eye, the boy's delicate, fair chin became red and swollen.
Huaiyan trembled as she looked at herself in the mirror.
The boy in the mirror had a delicate face that was flushed pink by the water vapor.
Her skin was so beautiful and delicate; you could tell from her appearance that the boy hadn't suffered much hardship.
There was no trace of the chin that Jiang Ze had pinched.
Because her fair skin was already flushed red, all that could be seen was that Huai Yan had vigorously rubbed it.
Taking a deep breath, Huaiyan mentally prepared herself.
He deduced that this was a sign that a storm was brewing, a harbinger of impending doom.
It's because of Jiang Ze.
If you think about it carefully, now is the best time to propose a deal.
Just now, in the hallway, after listening to the conversation between the man and Jiang Ze, Huai Yan was able to guess some of the clues.
Even before this, the man had already made a move against Jiang Ze's company.
If Huaiyan doesn't stop him, Jiang Ze might follow the same path as in the original storyline.
At that time, all his efforts with Fu Tingyu will have been in vain.
Tonight, we have to bring up this topic.
The man closed his laptop only after Huaiyan stepped out of the bathroom.
He carefully sat down next to the man, completely naked.
The ends of her hair were wet, and water droplets were still dripping down her forehead.
The boy's beautiful eyes also turned into a misty haze.
Huaiyan made a great deal of determination before taking this step.
The man turned his head to look at him, gently tapping the back of his head with a gesture that carried an almost imperceptible tenderness.
This gave Huaiyan the illusion that Fu Tingyu was not actually angry and did not care about Jiang Ze's sudden appearance.
The boy spoke first, grasping the man's cold hand: "He...he touched my wrist, and...and my chin."
As Huai Yan was answering, Fu Tingyu squatted down in the hallway and asked him his first question.
The man lowered his eyes and clearly saw that the boy's fair and slender wrists were rubbed red.
Fu Tingyu gently raised his hand and covered the circle of red marks.
Huaiyan rubbed her wrists too hard in the bathroom, and they still stung a little, her skin burning from being exposed to the air.
The man's actions flattered Huaiyan, who looked at him with surprise.
The living room was brightly lit, and the cool white light shone down, illuminating Fu Tingyu's silhouette.
He is a qualified leader who inspires awe simply by sitting here.
The boy paused for a moment, then obediently showed his wrist to the man.
He said quite seriously, "Sir... I've washed myself clean."
Fu Tingyu curled the corners of his lips into a smile, but the meaning in his eyes was unreadable.
He pressed down on the back of the boy's head.
The man's kisses went from his eyes all the way to behind his ears.
Huaiyan involuntarily responded to the man's movements, her body trembling sensitively from the kiss.
The boy naively thought that Jiang Ze's matter would just be forgotten.
Huaiyan wrapped her arms around the man's neck.
Until the man straightened up and coldly pried his hands off.
"Sir..." Huaiyan, confused and aggrieved, cried out, "I..."
Why do we need to take a bath?
The man's large hand caressed Huai Yan's slender waist, but his voice was cold.
She clearly didn't resist Jiang Ze's touch, so why is she now stubbornly and violently treating herself?
"Dirty..." Huaiyan was startled by Fu Tingyu's tone, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Sir, dirty..."
Men don't like things to be dirty; they want things to be clean.
Who's dirty?
Fu Tingyu gave Huaiyan no chance to catch her breath, his eyes flashing with cold light as he cruelly murmured, "Baby."
The boy, tears streaming down his face, replied helplessly, "Jiang Ze... doesn't like being touched."
"Do you like being touched by me?" Fu Tingyu asked softly, "Baby."
“I…I like it,” Huaiyan’s voice was obedient and soft, and she said gently, “…You come here.”
"You like him?" The man smiled enigmatically. "Then why did you go looking for other people, baby?"
Upon hearing this, Huaiyan froze.
A sudden chill ran through me.
What's meant to come will come.
A man cannot simply dismiss it; it was all just a beautiful illusion.
"I didn't look for anyone else, no one," tears welled up in Huaiyan's eyes as she gripped the man's arm tightly. "Sir...I only have you..."
The boy burst into tears in the blink of an eye, his nose turning red from crying, making him look fragile and pitiful.
“Is that so?” Fu Tingyu stared at him and said, word by word, “Then I will not let him go either.”
Huai Yan's eyes widened instantly, and he froze.
By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.
That moment of stunned silence already said it all.
The man saw through Huai Yan's deception and his gaze fell on Huai Yan's face.
Those red eyes held a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.
It was as cold and cruel as the harshest winter, harboring undisguised anger and hostility.
But Fu Tingyu casually repeated Huai Yan's words: "Only me?"
It's a rhetorical question.
At that moment, Huai Yan sensed the danger with crystal clarity.
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