After the divorce: The president can no longer control the young mistress

Chapter 395 His Affectionate Love
They have known each other for so many years, no matter how thick and tender their relationship was before, he rarely did this kind of thing for her.

Sheng Chaomu was not used to it after all, she refused:
"No. You go out, I can do it myself. I just don't touch the wound on my wrist... um—"

What she said later was blocked by Fu Huaijin who had long wanted to kiss her.

The physical tugging, the kissing can easily be sensational.

Fu Huaijin originally thought it was just a taste, but when the interest came, she couldn't stop.

However, in the end, he still worried that she was weak and still sick, so he reined in the precipice in time.

He bowed his head next to her ear, with a rubbing tone between ears and temples:
"Be good, don't let your wound get wet, I'll wash it for you." After a pause, "Why are you embarrassed? You belong to me, so what's a bath for you?"

Sheng Chaomu: "..."

Fu Huaijin had a strong attitude, Sheng Chaomu could only let him go.

It took about half an hour after I showered and dried my hair.

After Fu Huaijin fixed her, he carried her to the bed, "Lie down first, and I'll take a shower. I'll treat the wound for you later."

Sheng Chaomu nodded, "Okay."

When Fu Huaijin went to take a shower, Sheng Chaomu's cell phone, which had been quiet for almost a day, vibrated crazily.

It's that dummy number again.

It was like being splashed with a bucket of ice water late at night in the middle of winter, and the warmth from her body was instantly dissipated.

Sheng Chaomu instinctively refused to answer the number, and turned off the phone with trembling hands.

It seemed that only in this way, the panic and uneasiness that was forcibly suppressed by her would not engulf her.

The wind and snow outside the window beat against the floor-to-ceiling windows, but Sheng Chaomu's uneasiness did not dissipate because of the shutdown.

After she picked up the smart remote control and closed all the curtains, her uneasiness was suppressed a little.

Men take a shower very quickly, and Fu Huaijin came out of the bathroom very quickly.

The nightgown on his body was loose, the belt was loosely buttoned, and there were still water drops hanging on his open chest, and even when he walked towards her, the water vapor on his body hadn't dissipated.

Sheng Chaomu restrained his emotions very well, so Fu Huaijin didn't notice her abnormality.

He brought the medicine box, sat on the edge of the bed, and treated her wound very carefully.

Apart from the bruises on the wrist, it was the mottled wound where the brick had broken the skin. The area of ​​the wound was not large, but it was especially unforgivable on her delicate porcelain skin.

Fu Huaijin frowned deeply, his expression was not very good, and his voice was filled with heavy emotions: "Does it hurt?"

Flesh crimes, of course, are painful.

It's just that Sheng Chaomu has endured far more pain than this pain over the years, so she doesn't care: "It's okay. After taking special painkillers, it's much better."

Fu Huaijin's eyes were a little red, she held up her injured wrist, kissed her where she was wrapped in gauze, and then went to bed and wrapped Sheng Chaomu in her arms.

His voice was clearly remorseful:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't force you. Whether you go to kowtow to my parents or not, in my heart, you are the only one I want. In the future, I will never let you and my aunt have a chance to meet again It's..."

Fu Huaijin's mood was obviously depressed.

Sheng Chaomu really felt his guilt this time.

She took the initiative to hug his waist, put her face against his heart, and listened to his heartbeat:
"Time may be the cure for everything. When your aunt understands it one day and puts down all resentments, I will honor her together with you."

Her words instantly soothed Fu Huaijin's heart.

Fu Huaijin bowed his head, cupped her face, and kissed her passionately.

Like-minded young men and women, once they candidly untie the barriers between each other, they will easily fall into indulgence in this kind of matter.

Fu Huaijin knew her too well, not only her temper and preferences, but also her sensitive points.

He deliberately wanted her to enjoy happiness in this matter, so he was very resourceful.

Sheng Chaomu soon collapsed into his arms.

Her breath was a little unsteady, "Wait, didn't you ask for a gift from me?"

He paused his disturbed hands slightly, his voice was hoarse and indistinct, "No gift can match you now, let's talk about it later."

When Fu Huaijin said back, it was two hours later.

Sheng Zhaomu was so tired that he was willing to lift a finger.

But Fu Huaijin forcibly dug her up at this moment and asked her for a gift:

"Okay, now we can talk about the gift you are going to give me."

Sheng Chaomu was really exhausted.

She couldn't support her sitting body, so she planted her head on Fu Huaijin's chest,
"I'm tired, let's talk about it tomorrow." After a pause, "The gift is in Sheng Mansion, not here."

She was limp all over, and she looked extremely sleepy and tired.

Fu Huaijin didn't bother her anymore and turned off the lights.

The woman beside her quickly fell asleep, but Fu Huaijin was exceptionally awake.

He played with the woman's long hair scattered on his heart with his fingers, and the words Jiang Xiaolin said to him during the day echoed in his mind.

That Mr. K was able to interfere in their lives so pervasively, which was extraordinary.

"Fu Huaijin."

The sleeping woman suddenly called him.

Fu Huaijin bowed his head and put it next to her ear, "Huh?"

"Sleep in your arms."

(End of this chapter)