Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

Jiang Mucheng seemed to be stepped on the tail by Fu Duoli.

Taking a quick step back, he shook his head vigilantly: "How is it possible, I think you want to take advantage of me."

Jiang Mucheng said, reaching out his hand to cover his chest.

Suddenly, he realized that he was a big man, Fu Duoli was not afraid of being like this, so he had nothing to be afraid of.

He stiffened his neck and raised his chin proudly, as if he didn't care at all.

"It's good that you don't have such an idea. We got married to deal with errands. In the future, we will live our own lives and not disturb each other."

As he spoke, he pulled up the quilt on the bed and stuffed it into Jiang Mucheng's arms.

A very kind reminder: "Tonight, I will wrong you to sleep on the sofa downstairs, and let someone clean up the next room tomorrow."

Fu Duoli's arrangement is quite clear.

Jiang Mucheng's hands holding the quilt trembled, with obvious suspicion and scrutiny on his face.

It took a while for the weird face to react.

Staring at Fu Duoli in a low voice: "You let me sleep on the sofa?"

Sure enough, let him sleep on the sofa.

This woman, Fu Duoli, simply doesn't regard him as a man.

And what did she mean by what she just said?

'Marriage is an errand? '

Who said that, it was this woman who thought so.

She never thought about marrying herself.

Even if you marry yourself, it's just a formality.

To put it bluntly, Fu Duoli was telling him that their marriage was in name only and it was a formal marriage.

The man's face instantly darkened to the bottom, without any color.

A pair of black eyes, quietly staring at the woman in front of her, as if she wanted to stare a hole out of Fu Duoli.

"Don't sleep on the sofa, do you want to sleep on the floor?"

Fu Duoli frowned, her gaze swept across the cold floor.

Although it is now spring, the floor is still cold after the heating is turned off.

Is he sure he wants to sleep on the floor?

It's probably not as comfortable as the sofa.

"Why should I sleep on the floor?"

Jiang Mucheng's voice was low and hoarse again, and he gritted his back molars hard.

If the woman in front of him only had a piece of candy, he would have chewed her up long ago.

"Do you want to sleep in bed?"

Fu Duoli was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the big bed behind her.

He just hesitated for a moment, and when Jiang Mucheng blushed and wanted to refute, he nodded helplessly.

"Okay, then we can only sleep together."

The bed was not small, and it could indeed sleep the two of them.

Is Fang Yiru planning to make them roll on the bed?The bed I bought was so big.

Since it is spacious enough, there is really no need to sleep on the sofa floor.

'Squeeze' will work too.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Mucheng was even more dazed now, wondering if he heard it wrong.

Fu Duoli actually wants to sleep in the same bed as her. This woman...she really likes him.

After all, the friendship between the two grew up since they were young, and he is so good. The two of them had a baby kiss since they were young. It is normal for women to like him.

Jiang Mucheng, who had figured it out, became a little more uncomfortable when his eyes fell on Fu Duoli's face.

Wei Wei coughed lightly, looked down at her and said, "It's okay to sleep on the same bed, half of each person, you can't jump over at night."

The pride of a man must make Jiang Mucheng straighten his back.

Fu Duoli, who was already exhausted, didn't have the mood to listen to his nonsense.

He just nodded casually, pulled the quilt and urged: "It's alright, it's alright, go to bed quickly."

It's already late at night, she is almost tired after a day of tossing, and she has to work tomorrow.

Fu Duoli lay down on her own, and turned her head to glance at Jiang Mucheng who was about to go to bed.

Frowning reminded: "Don't you need to take a shower? Have you not sweated all day?"

Why is he so sloppy.

Going to bed without taking a shower. Sure enough, others said that men are stinky, and the description is too correct.

Jiang Mucheng's outstretched foot suddenly turned around.

"Who doesn't take a shower, I'll get the clothes."

As he said that, he turned around mechanically and opened the closet, took a piece of clothing from it, and went into the bathroom.

Fu Duoli watched him walking with the same hands and feet, straight and stiff.

He couldn't help but sighed, shook his head and said, "When did you become so stupid."

Sure enough, people can't just look at their childhood.

Fu Duoli was dragged back to the bed, and after a while, she felt that she was in a daze and was about to fall asleep.

I don't know if she is dreaming, but she seems to hear a slight sound in her ear.

Practicing martial arts since she was a child has made her a little more vigilant than ordinary people.

When she felt something approaching her, Fu Duoli could no longer care about dreams and reality.

Turning over in an instant, she sat up on the bed, her eyes staring brightly.

His gaze fell on the frightened figure beside the bed.

Jiang Mucheng only covered himself with a black towel, and his whole body was naked.

The hand that had just reached out to the wardrobe stopped just like that.

The eyes of the two people collided unexpectedly.

Fu Duoli looked down, and saw the man's naked upper body dripping water under the bright crystal lamp.

With the lively and fragrant muscle texture, Fu Duoli's only drowsiness disappeared immediately.

Why... why did he run around the house naked?

Jiang Mucheng was also stunned, he stayed in the bathroom for a long time, just waiting for Fu Duoli to fall asleep.

Unexpectedly, before he got his clothes, the woman suddenly sat up on the bed.

All the courage to run naked that he had accumulated so hard was completely frightened away.

Before the woman on the bed could react, Jiang Mucheng yelled angrily.

"Fu Duoli, you rascal, you actually peeked at me taking a shower."

Amidst the man's roar, Fu Duoli seemed to suddenly recover.

She thought that Jiang Mucheng was going to jump onto the bed to fight with herself, but when she saw the man pounced on him, she subconsciously stretched her legs.

Jiang Mucheng barely grabbed the quilt on the bed, and was kicked up by a snow-white jade foot.

Before he could wrap himself up to resist, the jade foot had already covered his face.

next second.

A thud.

The man and the quilt were nailed to the head of the bed by the woman.

Jiang Mucheng only felt that the bridge of his straight nose went numb for an instant, and then there was a faint warm current, which seemed to flow slowly down his nose bit by bit.

It soon reached his mouth, a fishy sweetness.

And the back of the woman's instep was still in front of his eyes, and the snow-white skin and round toes were reflected in his eye sockets.

The man grabbed the quilt on his chest with both hands, looking ravaged, weak and unable to restrain himself, he fell down on the bed, his whole brain was kicked by Fu Duoli's kick.

"Fu, Duo, Li, I will fight with you."

His majestic dignity was kicked away by this woman.

He cannot forgive, he cannot accept.

He shouldn't marry this woman who loves him so much that she wants to peek at him in the shower! ! !