Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

In the end, Jiang Que did indeed leave.

The only difference is the way they roll.

He even dragged Fu Xun along to roll around everywhere.

However, instead of staying on the rooftop open-air balcony of the company that Jiang Que had been longing for, he ended up staying at Fu Xun's villa, which he rarely visited.

The villa is well-maintained by a butler. Fu Xun doesn't come here often, but his visits are irregular. The villa is kept very clean by the butler.

The steward was a trusted confidant trained by Fu Xun's mother when she married into the family. He had watched Fu Xun grow up since he was a child and followed Fu Xun after Fu Xun's mother died.

Fu Xun suddenly returned in the middle of the night. The butler thought he had fallen ill again and was about to panic when he saw a man following Fu Xun outside the door.

The man, noticing the butler's probing gaze, raised his hand in greeting, a lollipop dangling from his mouth that seemed out of place with his imposing demeanor.

Upon hearing this greeting, the butler inexplicably took two steps back, then frowned deeply.

A very fierce person.

Like a desperate criminal who has taken hundreds of lives, a bloodthirsty scoundrel.

Why would President Fu bring someone like this to the villa?

Could it be that……

He's planning to do something to his father?

The butler stood at the door, lost in thought, when Fu Xun entered and simply said, "My friend."

Then, he took his 'friend' upstairs with him, coldly and without looking back.

The butler stood there, his heart pounding, his aged but sharp eyes fixed on their retreating figures as they went upstairs, suspecting they were discussing how to kill that biological father.

If so...

The butler took a deep breath, and after confirming that no one was following him, he closed the door and pretended not to have seen anything.

That person should have died long ago.

The two, suspected of wanting to kill their scumbag father, went upstairs and spent a long time taking a bath in Fu Xun's huge bathroom.

After showering, we went back to bed and lay down together, each contentedly pulling up the covers and going to sleep in our own separate places.

Once Fu Xun's breathing had calmed down, the night was peaceful.

The man sleeping beside him suddenly opened his eyes, his calm and stern aura like that of a king who controls the night.

The man got up and dressed. Before leaving, he stood by the bed, his piercing eyes staring through the darkness at Fu Xun, who was sleeping on the bed.

After a few seconds, she lowered her head and placed a kiss on the lips and forehead of the man who was lying down and sleeping peacefully.

With calloused fingers from years of handling guns, she touched the man's face and softly said, "President Fu, your husband is going to avenge you. Get some rest, goodnight."

After speaking, he zipped up his black windbreaker to the top, covering half of his face and revealing his ferocious eyes and faint scars at the corners of his eyes that were not very clear.

He grabbed a baseball cap from the table, covering his distinctive buzz cut, and moved with practiced ease in the darkness. He opened the window and nimbly flipped out.

As soon as the man left, Fu Xun, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes. His cold and complicated eyes stared at the open window. He could only see that it was pitch black outside, but a lot of moonlight from the night had sneaked in and blew into his face with the cold mist, bringing a slight chill.

Fu Xun pursed her lips, which had been stolen from her by the man, stared at the window, and suddenly smiled.

the man.

Congratulations.

You've successfully caught my attention.

You absolutely must come back.

Otherwise, I'll smash your legs.

...

When Jiang Que returned, the sky was already beginning to lighten. He climbed in through the window and saw that Fu Xun was still asleep, but he had turned his back to the window, probably because he was cold from the wind blowing in from outside.

Jiang Que changed his clothes, took off his baseball cap and threw it on the table, took a shower in the bathroom, and then returned to his original sleeping spot.

The blanket, warmed by Fu Xun, was pressed close to Jiang Que from behind. He reached out and pulled the warm Fu Xun into his embrace, his cool lips kissing the back of Fu Xun's neck.

It smells good.

Really want.

But he had already taken it quite a few times today, and Fu Xun was asleep again. Jiang Que didn't wake him up, but just hugged Fu Xun tightly through his pants a few times, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I'll ask for it tomorrow.

Go to his rooftop garden, that's enough.

Fu Xun woke up when Jiang Que climbed in through the window. Knowing that Jiang Que had returned, he had been unable to sleep soundly. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. In Jiang Que's warm embrace, seeing that he had no other intentions, he relaxed and slowed his breathing.