Prosperous marriage of Mrs. oversized

Chapter 70 072 : Believe it or not, I'll kiss you again?

Frightened by Fu Yanchen's eyes and momentum, the Coke man who was about to get up and kick back just now licked his lips, but now he didn't even dare to fart.

Fuck, the look in this man's eyes... so fucking scary.

After lifting Meng Qian from the ground, he straightened her messy hair, and gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingers.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

Shocked by his sudden gentleness, Meng Qianmu stared at him blankly, blinked, and said nothing.

Suddenly a gust of cool wind blew, Fu Yanchen asked again: "Is it cold?"

Although it's May now, the temperature difference between morning and evening is large in Ningjing, and if you don't wear less clothes at night, you will catch cold.

Just when a gust of cool wind hit her, Meng Qian woke up instantly.

"It's not cold, thank you." She finally spoke, but her tone was very flat.

After that, she turned around and wanted to leave, but Fu Yanchen grabbed her wrist again.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

She said, "...it has nothing to do with you."

As he spoke, he wanted to break free from Fu Yanchen's hold on his hand, but it was in vain. "You let me go."

But he spit out two words lightly. "do not move."

"Fu Yanchen, what on earth are you going to do?" Her tone was obviously a little impatient, and she made a bigger movement to break free.

Agitated by her actions, Fu Yanchen stared at Meng Qian and threw out a few words. "Believe it or not, I'll kiss you again?"

Suddenly...Meng Qian's movements stopped just like that, and she stared at him in amazement with her black and clear eyes.

Immediately, her face turned red, and her surprised eyes turned into annoyance.

How could he say such a thing?
What a rogue!

But after all, she still didn't dare to struggle anymore, and let Fu Yanchen take her hand, and walked towards the open-air parking lot of Yuhua Mansion.

She was like a child, reluctantly being led by him.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

Without saying a word, he directly pulled her to the front of the car and opened the co-pilot's door. "boarding."

Meng Qian's stubborn temper came up again: "No."

Who knows where he's taking himself.

"Not sure?" He stared at her and asked lightly.

She said, "No."

After Fu Yanchen stared at her for a while, he hugged her up.

Meng Qian turned pale with shock, and struggled in his arms: "Fu Yanchen, what are you doing? Let me down."

Fu Yanchen ignored her, directly stuffed her into the car, and locked the door.

And Meng Qian, who was forced into the car, was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stared at him.

How could this man be so overbearing?she thought angrily.

Ignoring her emotions, Fu Yanchen walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door and sat down.

After getting in the car, he didn't start the engine, but kept staring at Meng Qian.

"Why are you staring at me?" There was already some resentment, but being stared at by him like this made Meng Qian even more irritable, and her tone was naturally bad.

Fu Yanchen didn't speak, but slowly approached Meng Qian.

Seeing him getting closer and closer, and the two of them were almost touching each other, Meng Qian's heart beat unreasonably fast.

"You... What are you going to do?" She blinked her eyes and straightened her body, pressing her body tightly against the back of the chair, asking nervously.

Seeing her nervous look, Fu Yanchen seemed to smile slightly, and asked back, "What do you think?"

There was a trace of interest in the corner of his mouth, which was not as cold as before.

However, Meng Qian did not relax because of this, but became more disturbed.

Smelling the cool breath on his body, his whole body stiffened like an iceberg puppet, and he almost forgot to breathe.

Swallowing, she stammered, "Fu Yanchen, you...don't mess around."

"If I want to mess around, what can you do to me?"

He asked calmly, but Meng Qian stared at him very vigilantly. "...You, you must not mess around, or I will definitely call the police."

Hearing this, Fu Yanchen sneered. "Sorry, I'm not interested in what you look like now."

Shut up, and pulled the seat belt over her head.

After helping her fasten the seat belt, Fu Yanchen sat back in his seat and started the engine.

The car slowly drove out of the parking lot and merged into the night.

Meng Qian sat in the car sullenly and didn't speak, her expression... faintly discerned a trace of embarrassment.

Just now, I thought he was going to do something wrong to me, but I didn't expect that he was just helping her to fasten her seat belt.

The more she thought about what happened just now, the more humiliated Meng Qian felt.

Involuntarily, she recalled the scene that happened last time in Yunzhou when Shen Yunheng forced her into the car.

I don't know why, but whenever I meet this Fu Yanchen, I will make a fool of myself.

Thinking dully, Fu Yanchen stopped the car on a roadside not far away.

"Sit in the car obediently, I'll be right back."

After saying this, he opened the door and got out of the car, leaving Meng Qian sitting in the car with a confused face.

About ten minutes later, Fu Yanchen came back with a few bags.

As soon as he got in the car, he stuffed these shopping bags into Meng Qian's arms.

Meng Qian was full of doubts. "What are these?"

"medicine."

"Why do you buy so much medicine?"

"have opinions?"

Meng Qian: "..."

After a while, he said, "All of them are medicines for promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis and reducing swelling. You choose one and use it yourself."

Hearing this, Meng Qian's brain seemed to pause for another second.

She stared blankly at Fu Yanchen's impeccable side face, for a moment... she couldn't tell what was in her heart.

Never thought that one day, the third young master of the Fu family, the most honored in Ningjing, would buy medicine for him...

Turning his face leisurely, Fu Yanchen met Meng Qian's gaze on him.

And the moment their eyes met, Meng Qian's heart beat violently a few times, and her breathing quickened a little.

His eyes are still deep and far away, but the light in them is faint, not as cold as before, it seems... there is a touch of softness in them.

Her thick and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and she quickly turned away from him.

Seeing this, Fu Yanchen's sexy lips hooked slightly invisibly.

"Where do you live?" he asked.

After her mind went blank for a moment, she replied, "...The Famous Emerald Residence on Yunqing Road, Chenghua District."

After that, the car slowly drove towards Yunqing Road, Chenghua District.

Along the way, neither of them spoke again.

Fu Yanchen concentrated on driving the car, while Meng Qian was still in a state of confusion.

She turned her face sideways, staring fixedly at Fu Yanchen, very confused.

What happened to this man today?

I vented my anger on myself before, just now I bought medicine for myself, and now I have to send myself home...

Is he out of his mind?

Or did you take the wrong medicine?

This is not the Fu Yanchen she knew at all.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Yanchen asked lightly, "Have you seen enough?"

Meng Qian looked away in embarrassment, really wanting to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

　I just want to ask you, is this chapter sweet?

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　　"You are just like my aunt, you always come here on time every month." She looked at the man in front of her with dark eyes, and a mocking smile rose from the corner of her mouth.

　　The man didn't mind the sarcasm in her words, "It means that only I care about you."

　　The woman sneered, "Thank you for your concern, little uncle."

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　　Rogue is not a man's patent.

　　When she kissed him for the first time, she said: "The lips are too tight, not soft enough, not relaxed enough, uncomfortable."

　　When she slept with him for the first time, she said: "When the body is empty, it needs something to fill it. It's like an itchy back. Scratching it by yourself is always not enough. You have to borrow someone else's hand to scratch it. However, your It’s not strong enough, so it doesn’t relieve the itching.”

　　Until one day, the man said: "It's not that I'm not relaxed enough, it's that I'm too relaxed, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold back!"

　　Facts have proved that she really can't stand it.

　　


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