Failed to run with the ball with his best friend! The prince of Beijing circle went crazy

Or she could pretend that she slept with Fu Heng, and then go back to sleep with that gigolo.

She got pregnant with a cowherd boy and tricked Fu Heng into saying she was pregnant with his child...

Thinking this way, it is not impossible.

But the question is, will the cowherd be sad?

Besides, Fu Heng is such a sensitive bastard that he might think she is cheating on him.

It would be even more troublesome if the truth were revealed!

or……

When Fu Heng was walking alone on the street one day, she would put him in a sack, knock him unconscious, and then go straight for him and force herself on him. This way it would be faster.

Shen Xingtong's mind is full of wild ideas now, and all she is thinking about is how to trick Grandpa Fu into giving her the red envelope, oh no, getting it.

So when she followed Fu Heng into the house, Fu Heng was looking at her, but she didn't notice it, and then she was caught off guard and bumped into Fu Heng's arms.

The man in front of her held her waist and pushed her body a few inches away from him.

He calmly took two steps back, putting some distance between them.

This subtle movement caught Shen Xingtong's eyes, making her want to roll her eyes.

Now that the heroine has appeared, should he observe the moral principles of a man?

Ha, bah!

She shouldn't have any illusions about the male protagonist.

"Mr. Fu." She lowered her head slightly, and a few strands of hair gently slid down her shoulders, half covering her beautiful and delicate little face, and naturally preventing Fu Heng from seeing the faint mockery that flashed in her eyes.

Her voice was still so soft and gentle.

Fu Heng didn't respond immediately. He looked at her with slightly raised eyebrows, waiting to see what she was going to do.

"I was careless just now. Since you're here, can we talk in detail about the design drawings of Yunhai Villa?"

"No," he refused bluntly, "I still have some work to do."

As if seeing the woman's beautiful eyes dim suddenly, Fu Heng also realized that his tone was a little cold and hard, so he softened his expression without making a sound.

"Wait until I finish my work."

Okay, he is busy, she knows!

This man was as cold as ever, even colder than a refrigerator.

Shen Xingtong could only go back to the bedroom to take a shower, and then take her tablet and small stool to sit outside the study and wait.

If I can't sleep with Fu Heng, then I must get this first big design order, at least to get a share of the profits.

She designed Yunhai Villa for Fu Heng, and the contract clearly stated that the design was worth 80 yuan, and she could get half of the share.

It is indeed small compared to 150 million, but no matter how small a mosquito leg is, it is still meat.

Time passed minute by minute, and Shen Xingtong was sitting on a small bench outside the door, waiting until he was drowsy.

When Fu Heng opened the study door, a limp body suddenly fell down, and he quickly supported her.

"Shen Xingtong?" He called her several times in a low voice, but there was no response.

Shen Xingtong was sleeping soundly, and the tablet she had been holding in her arms fell to the ground at some point.

Fu Heng guessed that they probably wouldn't be able to talk about her design drawings tonight.

The man felt amused and helpless, but he still bent down, picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. Of course, the tablet was left on the ground.

Although this woman looks very thin and light, she has all the necessary flesh. She is even hotter and more graceful than many actresses who specialize in marketing their bodies.

This is also why men don't like her to wear revealing clothes.

The man carefully placed Shen Xingtong on the bed. The woman who had just taken a shower had a sweet coconut scent on her body.

As soon as Shen Xingtong touched the bed, she curled up into a ball obediently.

He looks both obedient and pitiful.

After Fu Heng took a bath, he returned to the bed. As soon as he lay down, Shen Xingtong seemed to feel the heat source. She stuck to his arms like a little clingy spirit, and used her hands and feet to scratch at him, absorbing the heat from his body.

Fu Heng pulled her hand away several times, but the woman's hand seemed to be obsessed with it, and she would pull it back up again and again.

The man simply gave up.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Shen Xingtong, who had buried her little face in his arms, and stared at her for a long time.

The anger that she had felt during the day because she and Xiao Rui were too close had strangely disappeared at this moment.

……

Shen Xingtong has always been a restless sleeper. There is an extra-large doll in the corner of her bed.

Fu Heng never sleeps in this master bedroom, so Shen Xingtong likes to sleep with the long and big black cat doll in her arms.

At this time, the alarm clock in her ear annoyed her.

She hugged her "big black cat doll" and rubbed it habitually, then rubbed the "black cat's" face with her eyes closed.

"Baby, Mommy has to go to work today."

She murmured, and as a result, the tip of her nose rubbed against the tip of her nose???

It seemed as if a familiar breath sprayed on her face, a little hot.

Shen Xingtong opened her eyes and was caught off guard by a pair of overly deep black pupils, the emotions in those pupils faded a little.

It’s Fu Heng!

"Baby?" the man asked.

Maybe it was because he had just woken up, Fu Heng's voice was hoarse and charming, but the words he said were not so bewitching.

He snorted coldly: "How many men has Shen Xingtong called 'baby' when I'm not around?"

Shen Xingtong looked at him in confusion, and when she realized that her hands and feet were still clinging to him, she quickly let go.

She asked herself when her cat doll had evolved so that it could also warm the bed.

The reason for the relationship is that Fu Heng sleeps next to her!

I have to say, the heat source from this dog guy is perfect for warming the bed.

Shen Xingtong didn't think of answering his question, and he held her chin.

"Why don't you answer?"

"Ah? You mean 'baby'?" Shen Xingtong, still dazed and having just woken up, began to count on her fingers. "I've called quite a few people 'baby', Qingyue, the stray cat at our doorstep, and..."

She didn't finish her sentence. Did she call the gigolo "baby" last time?

Can't remember.

Anyway, I have lost all my memories, so there is no need to worry about it.

Fu Heng's icy expression didn't soften at all because of her words. He snorted, released her chin, and deliberately asked her, "Who is Brother Cowherd?"

The corner of Shen Xingtong's mouth twitched.

Did she talk in her sleep last night?

Oh my God, Fu Heng happened to hear it at this moment.

"Ahahahaha, I was so sleepy waiting for you last night that I read the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl many times. I felt so sorry for the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. Did you recite their names before going to sleep? Hahahaha."

She smiled carelessly.

Fu Heng glanced at her meaningfully, said nothing, got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

Shen Xingtong always felt that his back was becoming colder and harder.

Tsk, he starts emitting that extremely cold aura early in the morning, who is he trying to scare to death?

She was still nervous about Xie Jiao's appearance yesterday, so when Fu Heng came out, she deliberately blocked his way.

"Mr. Fu, when can we discuss this design in detail?"

Fu Heng glanced at her. She had already changed into formal work clothes, with her long curly hair neatly tied up. She looked like a workplace elite.

He told her lazily, "Your design isn't that bad, it just doesn't give my house a soul."

Shen Xingtong: ???

What the hell is the soul!

Just tell him he wants to live in a haunted house full of ghosts!!!