After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

Fu Yuheng originally wanted to ask Mrs. Meng or other maids in the mansion to change her clothes.

But when I thought about the fact that it was already twelve o'clock, it was so late and the servants must have gone to bed long ago.

It wouldn't be a good idea to wake them up now.

Even though they were working for him, they also had their own rest time, and he was not an unkind person.

Fu Yuheng stood beside the bed, thought about it, and decided to change her clothes himself.

Fu Yuheng went to the cloakroom, got a set of his clean casual clothes, and walked to the bed.

Put the clean clothes in your hands aside first.

Fu Yuheng stood beside the bed, leaned over and began to unbutton the girl's shirt.

Wen Zhihe had no strength in her body, her eyelids were too heavy to open, and she only vaguely felt that someone was doing something to her.

When Fu Yuheng just unbuttoned the top two buttons, nothing happened.

The third button and then the fourth button were slowly unbuttoned in his hands, revealing the girl's fair and translucent skin, and the white lace underwear inside was gradually revealed.

Two soft balls as white as snow, shyly hidden under white underwear, with charming curves, captivating the heart.

Although Wen Zhihe has lost some weight, she has not lost any weight in the wrong places. She still has a well-proportioned, graceful and exquisite figure.

This half-covered figure is even more attractive.

A wave of heat hit Fu Yuheng's cheeks, and even his ears turned red.

Fu Yuheng's eyes were dark, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down unconsciously. The originally calm lake surface was now rippling with spring water. He was stiff all over and was a little at a loss.

Looking at the sick girl lying on the bed, he collected his thoughts, quickly changed the wet clothes on Wen Zhihe, and wiped her clean with a dry towel. Every time he wiped a place, his hands shook unconsciously.

Especially when wiping the private parts, Fu Yuheng's whole face seemed to be buried in a stove, so hot that it could be used to bake steamed buns.

After some trouble, Wen Zhihe was finally dressed in clean and fresh clothes.

Then he changed the bedding to a clean and comfortable one and covered her with the quilt. The temperature in the bedroom had already been adjusted to a suitable temperature by Fu Yuheng.

After doing all this, Fu Yuheng felt his head was dizzy, his throat was dry and sore, and his limbs were sore.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead. It was very hot and he had a fever too.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his palm on her forehead. Why was it still hot even after taking antipyretics?

Wen Zhihe has been in poor health since childhood. In addition, he was caught in a heavy rain tonight and was frightened, so he has been having a high fever again and again.

She had a fever and felt uncomfortable, and Fu Yuheng also had a fever and felt uncomfortable with her.

Fu Yuheng has been in good health since childhood and has hardly ever been sick since he was a child.

He poured himself a glass of water, took some antipyretics, and sat by the bed to take care of Wen Zhihe.

Her temperature was 38 degrees before, and now when Fu Yuheng measured it again, it had risen again to 39 degrees. She felt dizzy, couldn't open her eyes, and her cheeks were red.

That night, Fu Yuheng stayed by her bed, applying a cold towel to her forehead every few minutes, and wiping her palms and legs with the towel to cool her down physically.

Wen Zhihe had a high fever and his lips were cracked.

Fu Yuheng fed her some warm water and asked her to drink it.

He didn't sleep until after three in the morning, and stayed by her side to check on her situation at any time.

His eyelids were drooping and he was very sleepy. Fu Yuheng patted his face with his hands to wake himself up.

He wiped her over and over again until five in the morning, when Wen Zhihe's fever finally subsided.

Fu Yuheng didn't breathe a sigh of relief until Wen Zhihe's fever subsided.

After taking care of her all night, Fu Yuheng was already physically and mentally exhausted.

He was a germaphobe to begin with, and the way he treated Wen Zhihe was obviously different, perhaps even he himself did not realize it.

He was not unhappy. On the contrary, he felt more distressed for the girl in front of him.

Only when he saw that Wen Zhihe's fever had subsided did he feel relieved. He packed up the towel and basin, turned off the bedroom light, leaving the bedside lamp on, picked up his suit jacket on the sofa, and left the bedroom.

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A man with a long face and a goat beard, with a black cloth stuffed in his mouth, was forced to kneel on the ground by two men in black.

He stared in horror at the man in black in front of him, who was hitting him in the face with a very sharp dagger.

"You dare to touch our Jiu Ye's woman, you are really tired of living!"

The man holding the dagger was named Long Yang. He pinched the driver's chin with one hand and stared at him fiercely.

Master Jiu?

Who is Jiu Ye?

He didn't know and didn't recognize any Ninth Master.

The driver was a desperado in his thirties.

A day ago, someone called him anonymously and asked him to kill someone, promising to give him one million after the killing.

He had retired from the business and hadn't done it for a long time.

But as the people over there kept giving him more money and many benefits that were hard for him to refuse, the driver took the business without hesitation despite such a great temptation.

He disguised himself as a taxi driver, intending to take the person to the wilderness and deal with him without anyone noticing, and he could easily get millions.

In this way, he won't have to worry about his next life, and then he can find two women and have a few children. Good days will beckon him.

But after all his planning, he didn't expect that not only would the woman run away, but he would also be sprayed with pepper spray in the face, kicked in the vitals, and shot.

Now I'm kidnapped by this group of people and taken to this damn place.

The driver thought that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death any longer.

He had to find a way to escape from here.

The driver's eyes rolled around, as if he had thought of a brilliant idea.

But before he could open his mouth.

Long Yang held the dagger in his hand and cut a gash on his face.

The driver's forehead was bulging with pain, his eyeballs were almost popping out, and a painful groan came from his throat.

Blood gushed out from the bloody mouth, and the scene was very bloody.

"Don't waste your energy. Now that you're here, you can't escape from here. It's just a dream."

Long Yang had already seen through his little thoughts.

This knife was just an appetizer, and it was also a reminder for him not to have any inappropriate thoughts.

Jiu Ye had said that he should treat them well, so as Jiu Ye's right-hand man, he would of course follow Jiu Ye's orders.

Long Yang always pays attention to symmetry in his work.

Make a cut on the left side of your face, and of course, make a cut on the right side as well, so that it will look good.

Then Long Yang picked up the blood-stained dagger and cut a gash on the driver's right cheek.

The driver once again suffered the erosion of pain.

Bright red blood flowed down the driver's face, dripping onto the cold floor.

The driver kept whimpering, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing this, Long Yang reached out and pulled the black rag out of the driver's mouth.

"You, you can't, you can't do this to me..."

The driver was able to take a breath, but before he could finish his words, Long Yang, who was standing next to him, stepped hard on the place where his left leg was shot. "If you offend Master Jiu, don't even think about getting out of here!"

The driver's face was distorted with pain, and a scream echoed throughout the Mingfeng Hall.