Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

In the guesthouse room, Shen Fang pinned Mu Zhou down, holding one of her ankles.

The long skirt slid down to her thighs, revealing her delicate skin.

Shen Fang's eyes burned, and his throat bobbed involuntarily.

His eyes darkened as he looked again at the small foot held in his large hand.

He rubbed his fingertips together and said slowly in a leisurely tone:

"Tell me, how should I punish you?"

Mu Zhou opened her mouth to shout, but Shen Fang quickly covered her mouth with his other hand.

"Well……"

Mu Zhou struggled, and her knitted cardigan slipped off her shoulders, revealing a shoulder with only a thin strap.

The addition of a bra strap to her fair shoulders made her even more eye-catching than if she had none at all.

Shen Fang originally didn't intend to do anything, he just wanted to scare her.

But at this moment, Mu Zhou was so alluring that he could hardly suppress the restless desire in his heart.

Mu Zhou was still struggling, and Shen Fang, aroused by the friction, couldn't help but threaten him in a vicious tone:

"Stop making a scene, or I really will..."

Before he could finish speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Shen Fang's expression changed, and he suddenly turned gloomy.

He quickly grabbed a blanket from the side and wrapped it around Mu Zhou.

He was about to unleash his pent-up anger, but froze when he saw who it was.

"Uncle..."

His voice trembled slightly, and he was visibly tense.

Fu Hanyan glanced at him only once before his gaze fell on the wooden bed behind him.

Shen instinctively tried to block, but when she met Fu Hanyan's cold and fierce gaze, she froze, not daring to move.

Fu Hanyan bent his forearm, hanging his suit jacket over his arm, and put his other hand in his suit pocket.

His aloof and distant demeanor makes it almost unimaginable that he had just violently kicked open the door.

At this moment, the veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and he clenched his fists tightly.

His face looked extremely pale.

Not far away, Mu Zhou on the bed had already sat up. She turned her back to tidy herself up and put her outer robe back on.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her head down, her expression unreadable.

Fu Hanyan's breathing almost stopped.

He mechanically took out his phone, dialed a number, and then hung up.

Soon, footsteps sounded outside the door, and several bodyguards entered and walked towards Shen Fang.

Shen Fang immediately understood and hurriedly explained:

"Uncle, you've misunderstood. I didn't do anything wrong. She and I are...we're dating, we were just playing around."

In Shen Fang's eyes, Fu Hanyan was a very strict person.

When Shen Fang's father passed away, it was thanks to his uncle's help that the elders of the Shen family were kept in check before his brother grew up, thus preventing the power of the Shen family from falling into other hands.

Fu Hanyan had high expectations for Shen Fang, and he used to have high expectations for him as well.

But perhaps realizing he was hopeless and incapable of any help, and since they didn't need him to inherit the family business anyway, they simply stopped caring about him.

However, when he sees him doing something that he can't stand, Fu Hanyan will still step in to teach him a lesson.

So, in Shen Fang's view, what happened today was just Fu Hanyan passing by by chance and mistakenly thinking that he was doing something bad.

That's why I wanted to teach him a lesson.

He wanted to say a few more words in his defense, but Mu Zhou suddenly stood up.

After walking up to Shen Fang, she swung her arm and slapped him hard across the face.

"You're talking nonsense! Who's dating you!"

Mu Zhou was furious and embarrassed, his cheeks turning red.

He was clearly furious.

Shen Fang, whose arm was already restrained by the bodyguard, took the slap hard.

His ears were ringing, and he almost laughed out of anger:

"Mu Zhou, you..."

Fu Hanyan frowned and waved his hand. The bodyguards immediately understood and helped him away.

Shen Fang was still explaining, unwilling to give up:

"Uncle, you've really misunderstood me..."

After all the bystanders left, the door was closed again.

Fu Hanyan walked tensely to Mu Zhou's side, took her hand, and gently massaged it:

"Does it hurt?"

He could see clearly that Mu Zhou had used almost all his strength in that move, and his palm quickly turned red.

Such a distressed tone made Mu Zhou's eyes instantly redden.

She stared at Fu Hanyan and said softly:

"Are you Shen Fang's uncle?"

Fu Hanyan paused, then nodded silently.

Seeing that she didn't speak and withdrew her hand, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Zhou, his voice hoarse:

"I apologize to you on his behalf."

Mu Zhou's eyelashes trembled, a strange sense of grievance welling up inside her, and a thin mist instantly filled her eyes.

"So, you're here to shut him up? You're in cahoots with him."

Fu Hanyan froze, for the first time he was somewhat eager to defend himself:

"No, I'm not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mu Zhou suddenly threw herself into his arms:

"I knew you weren't that kind of person."

Her voice was muffled and trembling, but her hands held him tightly.

Fu Hanyan's breathing seemed to be suppressed.

He stood stiffly, and the jacket draped over his forearm fell to the ground.

After his throat bobbed, a struggle flashed in his eyes.

Then, Mu Zhou tilted her head slightly, her nose brushing against his neck as if by accident, and whispered in a coquettish voice:

"It's so kind of you."

The warm breath brushed past, like a feather teasing Fu Hanyan's rationality.

He couldn't control himself; his hands trembled slightly before he finally placed them on Mu Zhou's shoulders.

It was as if something had crossed the line and started to act recklessly.

Fu Hanyan's eyes were deep and dark as he let the dark flames spread to his limbs and bones.

His large hand slowly moved down, finally touching her slender waist.

He gently pulled the person into his arms.

My heart is finally filled.

Fu Hanyan pressed his chin against her hair and whispered:

"I'm late."

He thought he shouldn't hesitate.

So what if Shen Fang likes her?

She likes herself.

And he had already developed feelings for her.

He swallowed hard, gripped her waist with his large hand, and bent down slightly to get closer to her.

His palms grew increasingly hot, the heat penetrating Mu Zhou's skin through the thin fabric.

She couldn't help but tremble, only then realizing how ambiguous their actions had been.

Mu Zhou struggled slightly, and Fu Hanyan released her hand without giving her any burden.

Mu Zhou bit her lip, leaving a tooth mark on her red lips instantly.

She raised her eyelids shyly, her eyes still misty with tears, looking both alluring and charming.

It's so captivating to watch; you just want to see her cry even more pitifully.

Fu Hanyan's dark eyes were deep and piercing; he narrowed them slightly to conceal the danger within.

He struggled to suppress his rapid breathing and spoke slowly:

"Want to go out for a walk?"

His calm and languid tone was almost indistinguishable from his usual one.

Mu Zhou also felt that the atmosphere in the guesthouse room was far too ambiguous.

So he readily agreed.

On the other side, Pei Yuqing finally hung up the phone and rushed to the silver jewelry store.

But the silver jewelry shop was now completely empty.

He stood inside, his tall figure shrouded in an aura of loneliness.

The boss looked at him, unsure whether he should speak or not.

The film crew that finally caught up also captured all of these scenes.