Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

When she woke up the next day, Fu Duoli found herself sleeping on the ground.

There was another man with a negative face glaring at her viciously.

Being stared at by this stare, he suddenly lost sleepiness.

Fu Duoli stood up and frowned, "Jiang Chengcheng, why did you carry me underground to sleep?"

A good bed does not sleep on the floor, what kind of habit is this?

Jiang Mucheng: "..."

Well, a wicked person will report first.

Is this female hooligan dead asleep?

Still deliberately pretending not to know anything, thinking that he could forgive her.

The expression on the man's face became slightly distorted with anger.

He tried hard to push Fu Duoli away, but in the next second, he found that the woman on his body was not moving at all.

Jiang Mucheng: Is this woman made of iron?

After realizing it, Fu Duoli got off the man.

He couldn't help but thumped his painful head, and in the next second, a lot of memories from last night flooded in.

I don't know if it's because Lu Wanyou's alcoholism is too strong.

She only remembered that she had sex with Jiang Mucheng after she finished the video with Lu Zhu.

They seemed to be chatting in bed.

As for what they talked about, he suddenly realized that he couldn't remember clearly.

In a blur, it seemed that she had lowered her head and kissed him.

Then Jiang Mucheng was thrown under the bed by himself.

Then, she seemed to fall asleep.

She has always slept well, so Fu Duoli didn't move at all that night.

He pinned Jiang Mucheng under him firmly to the ground.

In the end, she fell asleep with Jiang Mucheng, and Jiang Mucheng fell asleep on the ground.

Probably the result is like this, she probably didn't do too much. .

Fu Duoli comforted herself over and over again in her heart, this was just a drunken mistake, it was nothing.

If Jiang Mucheng insisted on this matter, he would appear a little petty.

Looking up, he saw the man on the ground who was still struggling to get up.

Fu Duoli knelt on the ground and moved forward.

He stretched out his hand very friendly and said, "Shall I give you a hand?"

Jiang Mucheng almost reflexively took a step back.

A pair of boiled red eyes stared closely at the woman in front of him, as if he was afraid that he would rush over in the next second.

"Stay away from me!"

This vicious, cruel and violent woman.

If I give her another smiling face, he, he will be a monk for the rest of his life.

"You're welcome, I'll help you."

The kind-hearted Fu Duoli didn't take Jiang Mucheng's warning to heart.

Thinking about my "hot hands destroying flowers" last night, I was indeed a little too gentle.

"What happened to your neck?"

As soon as Fu Duoli approached, he naturally saw the red mark on Jiang Mucheng's neck.

After one night, two fingerprints were a little purple.

Fu Duoli immediately sympathized: "You were bitten by a mosquito again?"

The two slept all night, and I was still on top of him, and I didn't feel that there were mosquitoes in the room.

The blame lies in Jiang Mucheng's mosquito physique, the mosquitoes love to chase him wherever he goes.

How can a big man have such a hypocritical skin?

Hey, Fu Duoli sympathized with him very much.

Facing Fu Duoli's concern, it is obvious that the man's complexion is even more ugly.

His gloomy and handsome face was like a donkey about to be pulled, dragging it to death.

Facing the innocent and concerned eyes of the woman, the man sneered, and gritted his teeth and said, "You did this!"

It was this damn woman who locked his throat.

Still pressed him to the ground.

It didn't matter if he wasn't allowed to go to bed, but he was suppressed all night, and he was almost suffocated to death.

He now has good reason to be skeptical.

This woman Fu Duoli wanted to murder her husband.

"I?"

"how is this possible?"

"How could I do something so inferior to a beast!"

Fu Duoli's eyes widened, and she couldn't believe it.But the picture of him kissing Jiang Mucheng naturally appeared in his mind.

Are you so wild.

On Jiang Mucheng's neck, there was a hickey left by himself?

Such a large piece, how hard she had to peck it out.

It was really embarrassing.

Facing the man's condemning gaze, Fu Duoli was instantly embarrassed to deny it.

Softly said: "I don't know that after I drank too much, I was so unscrupulous and wronged you. I will take responsibility."

Fu Duoli said affirmatively, "What compensation do you want?"

The woman had an excellent attitude, and suddenly approached her.

Jiang Mucheng was a little unexpected, staring at the woman in a daze and asked, "Compensation?"

How can she make up for killing people?

Seeing this, Fu Duoli crouched and moved forward.

He stretched out his hand and pulled off his collar, holding his head up to reveal his white, tender and slender neck.

Da Fang said: "Why don't you get me a few too, and we'll be even."

Jiang Mucheng: Fu Duoli wanted to... Let me strangle her to death!

so horrible.

The woman leaned forward again, urging.

"Hurry up, work harder, don't feel sorry for me because I'm a woman, I'm not afraid."

At worst, if others saw it, they would just laugh at her.

Anyway, they are already a serious couple.

A hickey is nothing.

Seeing the woman approaching him more and more, Jiang Mucheng's face that was still angry suddenly became weird, and as the woman approached, he quickly backed away.

He said vigilantly, "You, don't come here."

This woman was too arrogant, knowing that he couldn't do it, and forced himself to strangle her to death.

A good move is to retreat.

He was really embarrassed to make a move.

Looking at the woman's slender and white neck, it became slender because of the woman's raised head.

The clear collarbone also draws a beautiful and sexy arc.

The man pursed his dry lips, slowly shifted his eyes to the side, and muttered softly: "Don't think that I can forgive you if you are like this."

Fu Duoli: I even planned to let him kiss me, but I still don't forgive you.

This man is too petty.

"Jiang Chengcheng, don't be unreasonable!"

Sure enough, the woman's patience seemed to be only a little bit.

Seeing the man's unforgiveness again and again, my little thoughts of coaxing him suddenly disappeared.

Angrily, he got up from the ground: "You can sit on the ground if you like."

After speaking, he felt uneasy, gritted his teeth, turned over and stepped on it with a Taishan leg.

Jiang Mucheng never thought that Fu Duoli, a woman, would really become angry from embarrassment.

He grunted in pain.

In the next second, he hugged the trampled thigh tightly.

His leg... is about to break.

"Fu Duoli, you...you tigress."

The man gritted his teeth, gnashing his teeth because of the dull pain.

He figured it out that Fu Duoli, a woman, has no femininity at all.

"One more word."

Fu Duoli made a gesture to step on the other thigh.

The man on the ground didn't care about the pain, he hurriedly got up from the ground, and plunged into the bed behind him.

Staring at the woman vigilantly, he said, "Don't go too far, although good men don't fight women, but... I will get angry."

Is he less angry?

Fu Duoli glanced at him, and said angrily: "Go to sleep, if you talk again, your tongue will be cut off."

He didn't want to help him up with his own good intentions, and he had to be beaten to get up.

Man, that's how bad it is.

Sure enough, the woman's threat worked. The man on the bed moved his body and hugged the quilt tightly in his arms.

Seeing Fu Duoli enter the bathroom, he was slightly relieved.

Lying on the soft bed, the soreness on my body from last night was washed away a lot.

Jiang Mucheng turned over and his eyes fell on the empty bed.

Pursing her thin lips, she muttered in a low voice: "If you tell someone to go to bed, you can't be gentle."

Not only did he not sleep well last night, he was almost pinched to death by her throat-locking fingers.

He was so shocked that he lay on the ground all night without daring to move, not to mention he couldn't sleep well, he could be woken up by the woman on his body as soon as he closed his eyes.

The nerves were tense all night, so Jiang Mucheng fell asleep very quickly.

A slight sound came from the bathroom. When Fu Duoli came out wrapped in a bath towel, he saw that the man on the bed was already soundly asleep.

A light butterfly shadow fell from the long eyelashes.

When the man was asleep, he obviously became more obedient, and he was not as awkward as when he was awake.

Fu Duoli stepped forward, carefully tightened the curtains, and covered the person on the bed with a quilt.

Only then did he change his clothes and exit the room lightly.

Came to Lu Wanyou's door opposite, knocked lightly twice, the door was opened, fortunately only Lu Wanyou was in the room.

Seeing her probing gaze, Lu Wanyou said, "Shen Yi doesn't live here."

After all, the identities of the two of them are not suitable for walking too sticky.

Shen Yi only stayed here for a few hours at night before returning to her dormitory.

Hearing that there are no men here, Fu Duoli finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She now has a headache when she thinks of those men, it's just too annoying.

"Come here by yourself, cousin-in-law..."

"He is sleeping."

Fu Duoli quickly replied without thinking.

Lu Wanyou raised her eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help saying, "Sleeping? At this time?"

Although he didn't get along with Jiang Mucheng very much, Jiang Mucheng never had a problem with staying in bed since he was a child.

And after thinking about it carefully, it seems that Jiang Mucheng was the most diligent among them except Fu Duoli.

He even said he was sleeping.

Could it be last night...

Lu Wanyou sized up Fu Duoli, and let go of the doubts in her heart.

……

When Jiang Mucheng woke up, it was already noon.

There was a slight sound in the room, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Fu Duoli bringing out the hot food.

Seeing the man waking up on the bed, he smiled and waved gently.

"You're awake, it's time for lunch."

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Mucheng looked at the woman who was walking towards him, and he didn't recover for a moment.

His eyes wandered over the dining table and Fu Duoli's body, and finally when the woman approached.

Can't help but ask: "Did you do these?"

There are two neat sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table. There are as many as three or four dishes, some meat and some vegetables, which can be regarded as very... exquisite.

"Of course!"

Fu Duoli nodded affirmatively, and met the man's suspicious gaze.

He said with a straight face: "Of course not, I just put them on a plate again, what are you thinking about?"

Don't ask her to cook for him.

Even for herself...she can't do it either.

There was an expression on Jiang Mucheng's face that he really did.

He shouldn't have too many illusions about Fu Duoli, a woman.

After getting out of bed and washing up briefly, Jiang Mucheng sat at the dining table.

Although the meal in front of him was not made by Fu Duoli, it still made him a little panicky and unreal.

This woman...can do housework now.

"Try it and see how it tastes."

Fu Duoli picked up a piece of pickled fish that she liked, and put it into Jiang Mucheng's bowl.

I have to say that if I can share my favorite food with him, I should be able to show my sincerity.

Jiang Mucheng looked at the fish on the plate in front of him.

After carefully looking at it, he asked, "There won't be any assassins who want to kill me, right?"

Fu Duoli immediately gave him a supercilious look.

"Am I like that?"

Jiang Mucheng's expression was strange, and he muttered in a low voice: "You are not, if you want to kill someone, you will definitely do it yourself."

His words are not loud, but they can be poured into Fu Duoli's ears word by word.

The woman suddenly lowered her face, and stared at him dissatisfied.

"Who do you take me for? Besides, are you a three-year-old child? Are there any fish bones that you can't eat by yourself, and you have to pick them out for you to eat?"

As the woman said, she really pretended to come over and criticize him.

Jiang Mucheng hurriedly stopped him.

He already believed that there were no fish bones in it, and he was worried that she would sneak one in for him later.

The man picked up the fish and put it in his mouth dignifiedly, his movements were elegant and clean, showing a well-bred manner.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Fu Duoli asked again.

Jiang Mucheng looked up involuntarily: "Didn't you taste it yourself?"

"Taste it, but what I think is good may not be good for you."

This is very reasonable.

Jiang Mucheng pursed his lips in satisfaction, but still said with distaste on his face: "The food made in the cafeteria still tastes the same. Is there anything delicious?"

The man asserted himself firmly.

He is not a man she can coax well with a bite of fish.

In terms of reserve, he has always done a good job.

Fu Duoli was obviously very dissatisfied with this response, and put down the chopsticks in his hand: "Didn't you find anything wrong with eating?"

Jiang Mucheng: Did you really drug him?

The man's face darkened in an instant, with a gloomy and depressed feeling, thinking about how he could quickly spit out the fish he ate.

"I caught Jiang Mucheng's fish with my own hands, so you don't think it tastes delicious and the fish is smooth and tender."

Finally, the woman who couldn't bear it no longer wanted to bear it anymore.

She shouldn't have listened to Lu Wanyou and acted.

This man is nothing but wood.

He can eat a fart.

Looking at the distraught woman opposite, the man was obviously stunned.

He looked at the woman opposite him unexpectedly, and his eyes fell on her hand.

Only then did I realize that the woman had a cartoon Band-Aid on her index finger.

The man pursed his lips, and said in a hoarse voice unconsciously: "How did you do it with your hands?"

Although Fu Duoli liked to dance knives and sticks since she was a child, she seldom got injured.

His hands were carefully protected.

Hearing the man's words, he said angrily, "It's hard to catch fish."

Who knew that the fishbone was so hard, the first time she cleaned the fish, she was stuck by the fishbone.

Although the wound was no longer visible, Lu Wanyou insisted on sticking it on her.

Thinking about it now, it's just ironic, this man doesn't understand anything at all.

He tore off the band-aid in his hand and threw it into the trash can next to him angrily.

The man on the opposite side suddenly said: "It's different after eating it, but I don't like fish, Fu Duoli, don't do it in the future."