After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Shen Yanhe suddenly opened her eyes, raised her upper body and looked at him: "Who?"

Fu Yanhe turned his head and turned her upside down, with a gentle voice: "Hold on tight."

He carried her on his back and continued to walk forward, with a calm voice: "My father, Fu Weizhi."

"There is also the second uncle who severed ties with the Fu family a long time ago, and ventured into the entertainment circle by himself."

"But I haven't met my second uncle. It is said that after he severed ties with the Fu family, he changed his name and surname. I'll help you investigate after I go back."

Shen Yanhe hugged Fu Yanhe's neck and rubbed against his neck like a kitten: "Thank you, you are the best."

"Hi, did you doubt me just now?" Fu Yanhe chuckled.

Shen Yanhe chuckled, and rubbed against him again: "I'm sorry."

Fu Yanhe smiled softly, and continued to walk forward with her on his back.

When he arrived at the hotel, Fu Yanhe put Shen Yanhe on the sofa, only to find that she had already fallen asleep lying on her back.

He leaned forward and smelled the smell of alcohol and tobacco from her at the bar, sighed helplessly, reached out and gently pinched her cheek: "Little dirty cat, get up and take a bath first."

Before going out, she was still a fair and clean little girl. When she came back from dealing with the matter, she smelled of tobacco and alcohol all over her body, and her clothes were stained with a lot of dust and blood.

Sleeping so dirty would make her sleep uncomfortable.

Shen Yanhe raised his eyelids with difficulty, then put them down heavily, muttering: "I don't want to move, you wash it for me."

Fu Yanhe's brows moved slightly, and he answered unhurriedly: "Okay."

He took off his coat, turned around and went into the bathroom to put the water away first.

Only then did she reach out and take off the dirty clothes on Shen Yanhe's body bit by bit.

Fu Yanhe bent down to pick her up, took her into the bathroom, and put her in the bathtub filled with warm water.

The woman in the bathtub has slender and fair legs, a slim and exquisite body, and her delicate and soft white face is a little blushed by the temperature of the water, exuding a charming and soft temperament all over her body.

Fu Yanhe's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes became darker and darker.

He wetted the bath ball, squeezed shower gel on it, helped Shen Yanhe up a bit, took the foaming bath ball in his hand, and gently wiped her body.

The skin under the palm is as soft as satin, which is addictive.

Fu Yanhe's body temperature rose more and more, and the big palm that fell on Shen Yanhe's waist was even hotter, and his breathing became a bit heavy.

He closed his eyes, suppressed the turbulent bath fire in his body, and quickly cleaned Shen Yanhe clean.

While helping her wipe her face, just as she took the towel away, she found that Shen Yanhe opened her eyes at some point.

There was a glimmer of light in her eyes, and she raised her eyebrows slightly at him, her slightly wet fingertips gently stroked his wet chest, her eyes were like silk, and her breath was like blue: "Do you want it?"

She wasn't actually asleep, she woke up when Fu Yanhe put her into the bathtub.

It's just that she was too lazy to move, and wanted to see what Fu Yanhe could do.

She originally thought that Fu Yanhe would lose control of herself, but she didn't expect him to help her wash her body cleanly.

Shen Yanhe couldn't bear it anymore.

Fu Yanhe's eyes were extremely deep, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You didn't sleep?"

"Fell asleep and woke up again." Shen Yanhe sat in the bathtub and hooked his hands at him: "Come and try?"

His self-control in front of her was already poor, and now she was not naked, which was a fatal temptation for him.

Fu Yanhe's breathing was a little heavy, he was a little wet, and his long, bony fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

The man looked down at her, and smiled slowly: "You provoked me, wait a minute, don't beg for mercy."

Even if he begged for mercy, he would not let her go.

……

The water in the bathtub had been changed and overflowed countless times, and the whole floor was wet.

When the clouds and rain stopped, Shen Yanhe was already hanging on Fu Yanhe wearily.

Fu Yanhe washed her and himself with warm water again, then wrapped her in a towel with a full face, carried her out of the bathroom, and put her on the bed.

As soon as she touched the bed, Shen Yanhe rolled over to the side, hugging the thin quilt and fell into a deep sleep.

Her cheeks were pink, the end of her eyes was still a little crimson, her long and curved eyelashes drooped slightly, her lips were ruddy and a little swollen, but she slept soundly.

Fu Yanhe pulled back the quilt and lay beside her, kissed her lips lightly: "Good night, my wife."

A night without dreams.

Shen Yanhe opened her eyes, and sat on the bed with the thin quilt in her arms, staring blankly.

Fu Yanhe pushed open the door and walked in, rubbed her raised hair, bent down and kissed her forehead: "I'm ready for breakfast, get up and eat."

Shen Yanhe hummed softly, rubbed her eyes and got out of bed barefoot, stepping on the cold floor.

Fu Yanhe sighed softly, caught up with her, stretched out his hand to grab her waist, lifted her up, and put her back on the bed.

Shen Yanhe: "?"

He took her slippers from under the bed and put them beside the bed: "Put on your shoes."

Shen Yanhe blinked, her chaotic head cleared up a little, hummed, put on her shoes obediently, and went to wash quickly.

After the two had breakfast together, they set off for Lu's house.

At that time, the Lu family.

"Get out! You all get out! Don't touch me!" A six-year-old boy with a delicate appearance, his eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to Lu Yubai's was flushed, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared and smashed everything around him. The place fell to the ground.

"Get out!!"

Fan Yajing and a few nannies were on the verge of a formidable enemy.

Fan Yajing tried her best to comfort him gently: "Lu Jing, calm down first, you won't feel so uncomfortable after taking the medicine, okay?"

The little boy Lu Jing glared at her viciously, and threw the cup in her direction: "I'll let you go! Can't you understand human language?"

The cup fell to the ground, and the fragments splashed everywhere. A small fragment flew past Fan Yajing's ankle, causing her to scream in fright.

The bodyguards lying in ambush outside loaded the tranquilizer gun and fired a shot at Lu Jing who was roaring manically.

The anesthesia gun was pinned precisely on Lu Jing's thigh. Lu Jing rolled his eyes and fell limply on the ground.

The nanny at the door breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly stepped forward to hug Lu Jing and put him on the bed.

A nanny said to Fan Yajing: "Miss Fan, your ankle is scratched, you should go down and get some medicine first."

Fan Yajing clenched her hands down to her sides into fists, glanced at Lu Jing who was unconscious from anesthesia, turned around and went downstairs.

Lu Yubai, who was sitting on the sofa, saw her come down, stood up, and asked in a low voice, "How is Jing'er?"

Fan Yajing was the doctor he hired to treat Lu Jing in the early years, and her initial treatment was indeed very effective for Lu Jing.

But lately it's slowly not working.

Every time after her treatment, Lu Jing will be even more irritable the next time he gets sick.

"Mr. Lu, don't worry, Lu Jing has calmed down." Fan Yajing looked at Lu Yubai softly, and said with a smile, "I have arranged for a nanny to take medicine for Lu Jing."

"It's just that his symptoms are more serious this time. I suspect that he has some mental complications." Fan Yajing sighed hesitantly: "After all, I am not a doctor in this field. If possible, I will I suggest that Mr. Lu find an expert in that field to take a look."