Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Fu Chiyan's Adam's apple rolled, seemingly calm, he just raised his eyebrows and looked at her solemnly.

Although those upturned, affectionate and deep eyes carried a hint of wariness and danger, they still almost sucked Jiang Qing into the vortex.

"Every word I said before is true. You are not a loser, Fu Chiyan."

Fu Chiyan was attracted to Jiang Qing, and Jiang Qing's defenses were also conquered, so he was not a loser.

Because they were very close, Jiang Qing could see his pupils tremble.

The side of her cheek with clear lines was slightly deformed due to the movement of her teeth, and there was a flowing light in her scarlet eyes, but Jiang Qing's words seemed to make her bleed.

"Fu Chiyan, you..."

Jiang Qing's words were cut off in her throat, and Fu Chiyan grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard.

Nothing else matters at this moment.

The smile on Fu Chiyan's lips widened. He was indeed Fu Jizhong's biological son, otherwise how could he fall in love with this face like Fu Jizhong did.

Jiang Qing did not resist and obediently allowed Fu Chiyan to perform somewhat violent actions.

Fu Chiyan put one hand on the mahogany desk and twisted his big palm, and the fine Rongbaozhai rice paper with half of the poem written on it was crumpled into wrinkles, leaving lines that looked like scars.

Jiang Qing didn't know where to put her hands, and could only weakly grab the buttons of Fu Chiyan's army green jacket.

"Jiang Qing..."

Fu Chiyan's voice was low and hoarse, like an unconscious murmur, and then he picked up Jiang Qing and turned him behind him.

Her jet-black hair fell on the expensive silk sheets. Jiang Qing fell asleep here every night, and Fu Chiyan also lay there once. The floral scent on her body had already permeated the entire mattress unknowingly.

She didn't have this smell six years ago. Even when the young girl wanted to show friendliness in front of Fu Jizhong and hugged little Fu Chiyan in her arms, she never smelled it.

Maybe Fu Chiyan forgot.

Jiang Qing looked extremely awkward, her slender fingertips tightly grasping the bed sheet beneath her, her eyes still as ignorant and clear as ever.

Fu Chiyan held Jiang Qing's injured wrist, afraid that she would scratch or move around.

The other hand unbuttoned the cheongsam one by one, as if performing some kind of ritual, reverently opening the addictive Pandora's box.

The hot kiss fell on her skin, and Jiang Qing trembled uncontrollably.

"How do you like to do it the best? Hmm?"

Fu Chiyan raised his head and stared at Jiang Qing's flushed face halfway through the kiss. Her eyes were blurry and unfocused, and her red lips were slightly open to breathe in oxygen.

"I…"

Jiang Qing wanted to answer his question, but Fu Chiyan was so jealous that he didn't want to listen.

No matter what Fu Jizhong does, he will erase all the marks Fu Jizhong left in Jiang Qing's heart and body.

Jiang Qing can only be his.

Because of the movement, Jiang Qing made a sound like the whimpering of a little animal, and Fu Chiyan's ears felt hot from hearing it.

Jiang Qing's tears rolled down from the corners of her scarlet eyes like pearls, and the fingertips of her free hand scratched Fu Chiyan's back, leaving bloody marks.

"You..." Fu Chiyan's eyes widened slightly, shock clearly revealed on his face, "He didn't..."

In just a moment, he leaned down again in surprise and hugged Jiang Qing tightly, kissing the scar on her scabbed palm.

Jiang Qing fell into a whirlpool.

After making love last night, the curtains in Jiang Qing's room were not drawn. The morning sunlight shone through the glass window, illuminating Fu Chiyan's sculpture-like profile, while the other half of his face and Jiang Qing were hidden in the shadows.

He frowned, then opened his eyes, and embraced Jiang Qing who was still sleeping. His brows frowned again when he touched her skin.

With their foreheads touching, Jiang Qing moaned softly. Fu Chiyan sighed, sat up, tucked the quilt for Jiang Qing, quickly put on his clothes, and went out.

Jiang Qing has a fever.

He was a little too much last night. He didn't know that Jiang Qing was a virgin and he only found a little blood under the silk sheets halfway through the ridiculousness.

Yue Ze was waiting for Fu Chiyan in the living room downstairs. Commander Fu got up half an hour later today.

"Commander Fu."

Fu Chiyan nodded slightly towards Yue Ze, and anyone could see that he was in a good mood.

The upright bodies showed full contentment, with none of the mania and depression from the previous period.

Fu Chiyan beckoned the housekeeper and said, "Call a doctor. Jiang Qing has a fever."

Yue Ze's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably.

Very good, he knew why his boss, Commander Fu, was like this.

After receiving the order, the housekeeper immediately turned around and left to find a doctor.

"Let Fu Wenbin take people to the city gate to be on duty today, so that he won't be idle in the military every day."

"Yes, Commander Fu."

Afterwards, Yue Ze talked about some work arrangements before leaving Fu’s house with Fu Chiyan.

Before leaving, Fu Chiyan glanced at the window upstairs of the Fu Residence, a Western-style building. That was not Jiang Qing's room, but he still looked up distractedly.

Jiang Qing is his.

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When Jiang Qing woke up dazed, she found herself hooked up to an IV drip. She vaguely remembered that Fu Chiyan carried her to take a shower in the early morning, and then she fell asleep.

The physical strength of a soldier should not be underestimated, even for a soldier like Fu Chiyan who changed his career late.

In fact, Fu Jizhong was quite strict in his discipline and training when he was a child. Even when he went abroad to study, he never neglected exercising. Therefore, Fu Chiyan's physique and physical fitness were maintained at an extremely explosive level.

Jiang Qing sat up on the bed, supporting herself with her elbows. Her long hair hung down and her face looked pale and fragile due to her illness.

A servant brought in some porridge and said, "Miss Jiang, you are awake."

The servant first looked at the IV bottle to confirm that it would take some time to finish the drip, then he carefully picked up the porridge and fed it to Jiang Qing.

Mr. Fu asked a doctor to come to his home to treat Jiang Qing, which was both horrifying and suspicious.

At that time, Jiang Qing's palm was covered in blood, and the wound has not healed yet. Fu Chiyan would always ridicule him every time he saw him. But now, when Jiang Qing has a fever, he mobilizes a large number of people to call a doctor.

Jiang Qing's cool hand touched the servant's hand holding the spoon, and the servant looked at her in surprise. Jiang Qing just smiled and said, "I can do it myself, just help me hold it."

She only lost one hand.

The servant suddenly caught a glimpse of a color from Jiang Qing's collar down that did not belong to her fair skin.

It was a large area of ​​red and purple, and the shock in my heart was probably no less than hearing that foreign invaders had broken into the city.

It seems that not only will Miss Jiang not be kicked out of the Fu family, but her status will be even higher than before.

The servant forced himself to calm his heart which was beating wildly due to shock, and concentrated on serving the white porcelain bowl to Jiang Qing.

At the same time in the military prison.

The sound of Fu Chiyan's military boots heels echoing in the empty dungeon was disturbing.

Mu Qiu heard the key turning to open the iron railing and he opened his eyes.

The prison guard bent over and smiled flatteringly at Yue Ze who was standing behind him. Yue Ze just nodded and whispered, "Take him to the interrogation room."

Mu Qiu's hands and feet were handcuffed with shackles that seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. Every step he took was very difficult. Finally, when he sat on the tiger chair, his eyes were still calm.

Fu Chiyan sat on the wooden chair that the prison guards had brought specially for him, facing Mu Qiu at a distance.

"Mr. Mu, a man of insight is a wise man. Tell me why you appeared at the city gate."

Yue Ze spoke from the side, and what he meant was the same as what Fu Chiyan meant.

Perhaps because he hadn't eaten or drunk water all day, Mu Qiu's throat was dry and his answer was hoarse and difficult to hear.

Fu Chiyan was in a good mood today. He raised his chin and ordered someone to bring a bowl of water to Mu Qiu. The prison guard lifted his chin roughly and poured a mouthful of water into him.

He coughed repeatedly because of choking, but his throat felt much better after being moistened by the water.

"I'll take Miss Jiang out of town."

"where to?"

"Anywhere is fine, that's what Miss Jiang said."

Yue Ze turned to look at Fu Chiyan, only to see that he looked a little unhappy, and was obviously very dissatisfied with the answer.

"If Miss Jiang wants to leave, why is there no luggage in your car?"

"...This is not something we should consider. We at Shengyulou are only responsible for preparing a car for Miss Jiang."

“Just to prepare the car?”

Yue Ze stopped his action of speaking, and Fu Chiyan asked with a nonchalant smile.

"I wonder how Mr. Mu's relationship with his fellow senior brother Yang Chunhao is? If your voice is ruined, you opera singers probably won't be able to sing anymore, right?"

Mu Qiu raised his head suddenly, and his pupils, which had been calm until now, finally shrank.

Fu Chiyan threatened him with Yang Chunhao.