Evil husband is too dominant

People have said so. She hasn't moved yet. It's like doubting other people's character. Again, Su Mi really can't get sick. Now is the key time for Zhou Qingyang's treatment. She can't hold back.

She bit her lip, glanced at Fu Yichen, held the towel and wiped her body again.

Su Mi always felt that the smell was all over her, and the towel seemed to carry an electric current, which made her body feel inexplicably soft and hot after wiping.

After wiping the water drops on her body, Sumi shrank in the corner like a cooked shrimp.

Fu Yichen didn't know when to open his eyes. Looking at the pink girl, he wanted to jump up and bite to see if the taste was as fresh as shrimp.

Silver Charm quickly passed a sharp turn. Su Mi bumped into the door. Fu Yichen quietly raised his arm and supported it on the back of the car chair on Su Mi's side. He was ready for Su Mi to be bounced into his arms.

Who knows, Su MI was alert this time. As soon as her body tilted, she quickly grabbed the handle on the roof.

Silver Charm turned the corner. She grabbed the handle and avoided the inclination of her body.

Su Mi breathed a sigh of relief, but Fu Yichen's eyes sank, kicked the driver's seat and said, "didn't you eat? Drive so slowly!"

Song Ze, "..."

He held his strength and stepped heavily on the accelerator. Yinmei flew forward at a speed of at least 200. Su Mi gritted her teeth and grabbed the handle, and her body shook left and right.

She tugged and struggled to keep from bumping into Fu Yichen's arms. Fu Yichen hooked up his lips and leisurely appreciated Su Mi's sweating appearance.

Silver charm made another sharp turn. Su MI was already at the end of a powerful crossbow, and her hand was out of strength.

"Ah! Help!" she screamed and hit the other door.

She closed her eyes and was ready to be hit. A powerful arm tied her slender waist. When Su Mi recovered, she found that her arms were wide open and holding Fu Yichen close to her.

Her petite body was sitting on his chest in an incomparably fitting posture, and her head was resting on the place where his heart pounded.

Fu Yichen's hand was also pressing on her back waist. Su Mi struggled. Fu Yichen said in an unhappy voice: "don't move! I'm not used to raising tumblers in the car! You shake my head!"

Su MI, "..."

She really couldn't understand how Fu Yichen could sit as steady as Mount Tai at such a fast speed.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Fu."

Sumi felt that she had really hindered others, and she was ashamed.

Song Zhe turned his eyes. The president just wanted to hold someone else's girl. As for finding such unreliable reasons?

Silver charm is still galloping on the mountain road. Su MI is held by Fu Yichen, but she is no longer crooked. Her ears listen to Fu Yichen's low heartbeat, and her ears are hot.

Some peace of mind, and some uneasy.

Seeing the girl lying in front of her, Fu Yichen gently hooked the lower lip corner.

Su Mi's cheeks are red and inexplicably protected.

She felt that she must have thought too much. How could a man like Fu Yichen have that feeling of protection and pity for her?

He is clearly a hard hearted man.

However, she felt the atmosphere was good at the moment. She bit her lip flap and finally asked again: "Mr. Fu, i... can you help my friend?"