After I died, Master Fu let Bai Yueguang be buried with me

When Fu Tingkun returned to bed again, it was almost dawn.

Jiang Yuyan has been sleeping soundly.

It was as if I had never woken up.

Fu Tingkun lifted the quilt and lay down beside her.

He wrapped his arms around her lithe waist and pulled her into his embrace.

Jiang Yuyan moved slightly.

Half asleep and half awake, she turned over and put her pretty face on his chest.

Finally, I changed to a comfortable position and continued to sleep.

Fu Tingkun gazed at the woman in his arms with extremely gentle eyes.

The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised into an arc.

Everything is under his control.

She was destined to belong only to him.

……

When Fu Tingkun woke up, it was almost noon.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Yuyan sitting on the windowsill of the bedroom.

She was wearing only one of his shirts.

His back was pressed against the wall on one side of the windowsill.

The slender white legs were pressed against the wall on the other side.

There was an ashtray next to it.

She had a half-smoked cigarette in her hand.

Although it is noon, it is a rainy day today.

The dim light from outside shone in, casting a charming silhouette on her entire body.

The scene was indescribably beautiful and seductive.

Like a silhouette in an old movie.

Fu Tingkun couldn't help but stare at her, fascinated for a long time.

This woman always brings him surprises.

He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't get enough of her, and naturally couldn't get enough of her...

Jiang Yuyan, immersed in her own thoughts, obviously did not notice that Fu Tingkun had woken up and was staring at her.

Or maybe she just doesn't care.

She was thinking about her own things.

He leaned on the windowsill with one hand and brought the cigarette to his lips with the other.

Take a puff and blow out a smoke ring.

Movements are slow and slow.

It's not like Fu Tingkun hasn't seen women smoking before.

But when Jiang Yuyan smokes, she is definitely the most feminine and charming.

At the same time, this side of her was something he had never seen before.

When they were married, Jiang Yuyan had been acting with him in order to please him.

She always plays the role of "good girl" in front of him.

Pretend to be a lady, elegant and virtuous.

Naturally, I never smoked in front of him.

How could a well-behaved and sensible daughter of a wealthy family smoke?

Until she took him to "Wenchang Street" and made him recognize her former self.

He gradually understood all about her.

Unexpectedly, he not only did not despise her past.

Instead, he became more and more fascinated by her.

Even Fu Tingkun himself did not expect that he would make an exception for Jiang Yuyan.

He had always thought that the woman he liked should be a lady from a wealthy family or a beautiful girl from an ordinary family.

In short, she is definitely the white lotus type like Lu Qianqian.

Unexpectedly, this was not what he really wanted.

Sometimes people don't know everything about themselves.

In fact, what he really likes is the black rose like Jiang Yuyan.

Although it has thorns, he just prefers it.

To what extent is the preference?

He made exceptions for her again and again, disrupting his own plans.

"Are you awake so early?" Fu Tingkun got out of bed and walked towards her.

He thought Jiang Yuyan would sleep for a while longer before waking up.

Or maybe after experiencing such a nightmare yesterday, she might be devastated and dare not wake up to face reality.

But Jiang Yuyan obviously exceeded his expectations.

The panic she felt last night was long gone, replaced by unusual calmness.

She is indeed not an ordinary woman.

Fu Tingkun secretly praised him in his heart.

"Did I wake you up?"

Jiang Yuyan pinched the cigarette in the ashtray and turned around to ask.

"It's okay, why don't you sleep?" Fu Tingkun asked with concern.

"I can't sleep..." Jiang Yuyan smiled faintly.

The whole person moved to the edge of the windowsill, with a pair of straight long legs hanging down.

Fu Tingkun was afraid that she would fall, so he hurried over to protect her.

He bent down and squatted in front of her, pretending to hug her.

Jiang Yuyan seemed to sneer.

When Fu Tingkun looked up at her, her legs were wrapped around his waist again.

His lips touched again.

She naturally knew what kind of herself Fu Tingkun liked.

She also knew what she could do to make this man lose his mind.

As expected, Fu Tingkun couldn't resist her temptation and hugged and kissed her again...

He found that Jiang Yuyan was like a poppy stained with poison.

Although it is too beautiful, it is addictive.

He is now trapped in her trap and cannot get out.

Fu Tingkun quickly pushed her back onto the bed and continued kissing her.

Jiang Yuyan also cooperated very well.

It was as if she had experienced extreme fear and was desperately trying to absorb warmth from him.

If she wanted it, he would give it to her.

But suddenly a cry of pain was heard.

Fu Tingkun realized that he had accidentally touched her injured area.

Jiang Yuyan's brows were tightly furrowed, her expression forbearing.

There was a hint of apology in Fu Tingkun's eyes: "Does it still hurt?"

In fact, he called a private doctor last night and sent her ointment for all the injuries on her body.

Of course, it was Fu Tingkun who applied it for her personally.

Jiang Yuyan rested for a night, and the ointment seeped into her skin, and it was no longer as painful.

When she woke up just now, she only felt a cool feeling.

But just now Fu Tingkun accidentally touched it, and the wound was torn open again, which made it hurt a little.

"Much better." She replied with a pursed lip.

Fu Tingkun didn't dare to touch her easily again.

"Do you want to do it again?"

He asked gently, seeking her opinion.

Jiang Yuyan: "Let me go, I need to go to the bathroom."

Fu Tingkun suddenly let go of her.

Jiang Yuyan got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Seeing myself in the mirror, I still looked pale and haggard.

Although the swelling in my cheeks has subsided a lot.

Fu Tingkun also applied ointment on her cheek last night.

Apparently his ointment was working well.

The wounds on her body either became less swollen or less inflamed.

Anyway, it doesn’t hurt as much as last night.

But my heart is even more tired.

Jiang Yuyan simply washed up and came out of the bathroom.

I saw Fu Tingkun already dressed in a suit and tie.

Seeing her coming out, he called to her softly, "I have to rush to the company. You stay here and rest!"

Jiang Yuyan responded indifferently.

Even if she didn't want to stay, she had no choice at this moment.

She was completely powerless to do anything now.

It would be better for her to conserve her energy and wait until she has gathered enough strength before doing what she wants to do.

Fu Tingkun came over again, kissed her, and then turned and left.

As soon as he left, Jiang Yuyan restrained her expression and her eyes suddenly turned cold.

She returned to the bathroom, took a piece of paper, and wiped the place on her forehead where Fu Tingkun had kissed her.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

Before Fu Tingkun left, he specifically asked his servants to bring her food.

Jiang Yuyan was hungry, so she asked the man to bring the meal in and she enjoyed it directly in her room.

After eating, she stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while and smoked a cigarette.

Jiang Yuyan hasn't smoked for many years.

Unless something really upsets her...

This is clearly the case right now.