Fu Yuan'er looked at the residential building in front of him, and was speechless for a long time...

This is the community where Yan Yan lives.

Cheng Zitong said that Yan Yan was in a house on the third floor of one of the buildings.

The curtain was pulled a corner, the telescope was ready, and the house where Yan Yan lived could be seen from this window.

Fu Yuan'er leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, she saw Yan Yan.

Yan Yan sat in front of the French window with her knees in her arms, thinking blankly.

She's okay! Fu Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief, the biggest stone in her heart fell to the ground.

But shortly afterwards, Panasonic's breath was immediately lifted again, and a man walked up to Yan Yan, who turned out to be...Cheng Yiming!

"Cheng Yiming found her!" She said joyfully.

"Keep watching, the good show is behind." Cheng Zitong Liangliang's voice came.

She bit her lip suspiciously and continued to look through the binoculars.

I saw that Cheng Yiming was not in a hurry to take Yan Yan away, but instead sat down without a hassle and said something to Yan Yan.

The two talked for more than ten minutes, and Cheng Yiming got up to leave.

After two steps, he turned and squatted down again, holding up Yan Yan's face, and pressing his hard lips...

Fu Yuan'er hurriedly covered her eyes, this is not to be seen.

She waited for a few minutes, thinking it should be almost the end, then took off her hands covering her eyes and looked at it again... Damn!

She hurriedly closed the curtains.

At the same time, she wondered why Cheng Yiming did the same to Yan Yan without pulling the curtains...

"See what?" Cheng Zitong chuckled lightly.

Fu Yuan'er didn't speak, her flushed cheeks said everything.

"Cheng Yiming is considered to have been planted this time." There was schadenfreude in his voice...

She raised her head to look at him. He was lying halfway on the sofa, her sun protection jacket **** on his arm was particularly conspicuous.

"Your wound!" She almost forgot, and quickly called the assistant, "Koizumi, Koizumi..."

"Koizumi is going to buy supper," he said.

She noticed that there was a chest of drawers by the wall, and she walked forward and opened the drawer to find it. Generally, a small daily pill box is prepared at home, and this home is no exception.

She found iodophor and gauze.

"Disinfect your wound." She handed these things to Cheng Zitong.

Cheng Zitong didn't answer: "How can I disinfect myself?"

She was surprised, "I often disinfect myself."

"So you are a reporter, I am not."

Fu Yuan'er:...

"Then I will call a nurse."

"Aren't you afraid that Cheng Yiming knows we are here? He belongs to the community."

"Then what about your wound?"

"Whoever hurts is responsible."

Well, Fu Yuaner accepts this statement.

Just disinfecting his wound, she didn't believe that a flower could be wiped out.

She unbuttoned the sun protection clothes, but listened to him with a patience, and at the same time she felt resistance in her hand.

It is the cloth of the sun protection clothing, which has been glued to the flesh and blood... It must have been the flesh from his wound just now.

"Sorry." Her heart also hurt.

She picked up the cotton wool and soaked it with alcohol, and moistened the wound little by little, so that the tight cloth could come off a little better... However, his forehead gradually exuded fine sweat.

This method does not seem to be much better than the abrupt tearing.

"I'm sorry..." She couldn't hide her feelings, seeing him hurt, her heart hurts too.

"This pain is nothing." He disapproved, but his tone was so gentle.

Just like before

When he was talking in her ear.

She only felt that her throat stabbed so badly that she couldn't help her tears rolling down, hot and cold tears dripping on his arm.

"Yuaner..." He whispered her name, her voice with irresistible magic.

She lifted her face and saw his eyes, which contained the tenderness she was most familiar with...

His lips fell, and her tears and heartache were all taken away by his kiss.

The cotton wool slipped from her hand, followed by the alcohol bottle... She was pressed into the soft sofa.

The familiar breath invaded all her breathing, her thoughts stopped, and the memory of her body was quickly awakened, and she approached him uncontrollably...

"Cheng Zitong, your wound..." Sanity suddenly recovered, when she was fully occupied.

Then she was immediately pulled into the endless sea by him, with raging waves inside...

The smell of sweat gradually diffused in the air, and a low groan...until the man's contented sigh sounded.

Although his body was satisfied, he still didn't let her go, his eyes lingered on her sweaty and blushing pretty face.

Under the light, this face has a different kind of shyness and scenery, but looking at it like this, he started clamoring somewhere...but he didn't make any more movements.

He didn't dare to push too hard just now, he felt that she was a little uncomfortable.

"Yuan'er, what's wrong with you?" His question came to Fu Yuan'er's ears.

Fu Yuan'er opened her eyes slowly, and her sanity slowly returned to her mind. Only then did she soberly realize what she had just done...

She was ashamed, struggling to sit up, but was deliberately suppressed by him.

"The thing is done, and it's too late to regret." His thin lips flicked a trace of sarcasm.

"You..." She looked at him angrily, but the word "temptation" couldn't be said anyway.

She still hadn't forgotten how she was immersed in it just now.

"You better forget everything that happened just now," she said to him viciously, "I don't want to be a junior."

"Whose mistress?" He raised an eyebrow.

"your."

"Oh, you want to be my junior. With your appearance, I can think about it." He deliberately looked at her up and down with a smirk.

"you…!"

He is always so rude!

But now he is so rude in front of other women...

Thinking of this, Fu Yuan'er felt inexplicably irritable, and pushed him away.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Koizumi's voice came from outside: "Cheng, I'm back."

Fu Yuan'er was taken aback for a moment, and quickly grabbed her clothes and ran into the bathroom.

"In five minutes, come in." Cheng Zi replied slowly.

Fu Yuan'er:...

Why didn't he simply tell Koizumi what they did here!

She slammed the bathroom door and took several breaths before she slowed her excessive heartbeat.

"Mr. Cheng," she heard Koizumi talking outside, "Cheng Yiming replaced the security guards in the community with her own. It is best not to go out for you and your wife in these two days."

Why does he call her "Mrs.", she must correct him later.

"Cheng, your arm..." Koizumi said in surprise.

Fu Yuan'er was taken aback, yes, she forgot to clean up the wound for him.

"It's okay." Cheng Zitong replied quietly.

"Don't go out and sleep in the guest room," he continued.

Fu Yuan'er breathed a sigh of relief, not alone with him, things like that just now shouldn't happen again.

Hey, no, is she going to be here with him

Stay here for two days!

Fu Yuan'er got dressed and went out, only to see him sitting on the sofa, wearing only a pair of pants...

He really didn't mind letting Koizumi know what happened just now.

"No washing?" He stood up and asked.

Fu Yuan'er didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and walked to the window, subconsciously trying to open the curtains.

Suddenly remembering why I pulled the curtains down just now, I quickly put my hands down again.

"I want to see Yan Yan." She turned to look at Cheng Zitong.

Cheng Zi said nothing.

Koizumi walked out of the guest room and said, "Mrs...."

"I'm not your wife." Fu Yuaner interrupted him.

Koizumi was stunned, and then said: "...Cheng Yiming sent a lot of people to guard the community. It may not be easy to see Miss Yan."

"Why did he put Yan Yan here and not let people see her?" she asked.

"He knew that Murong Jue would be disadvantageous to Yan Yan, so he acted first," Cheng Zitong explained to her: "But this matter cannot be known, and he has to act in front of Murong Jue."

Fu Yuan'er understood why he didn't panic when she first saw Cheng Yiming on the yacht.

"He left us to look around, but he was actually acting for Murong Jue."

In other words, Murong Jue doesn't know where Yan Yan is now.

"Then I want to see Yan Yan even more," Fu Yuaner bit her lip. "I want to hear her personally say whether she is willing to accept Cheng Yiming's arrangement."

"If she says she doesn't want to?" Cheng Zi asked the same.

"Then I will take her out of here."

Koizumi looked at Cheng Zitong embarrassedly.

Cheng Zitong thought a little, and told Koizumi: "You go to arrange, don't ask for too fast, the key is to be safe."

Koizumi nodded and left the house.

"Wait for him to make arrangements," Cheng Zitong shrugged, "You can take a shower first, you just sweated a lot..."

"Shut up!" Fu Yuan'er glared at him angrily, turned and walked into the bedroom, and locked the door.

She lay down on the bed, very ashamed and wanting to cry without tears.

What did she do just now...

"Knock!" Suddenly, a knock on the door woke her up.

She found herself asleep in a daze.

Opening the door, Koizumi stood at the door anxiously, "Madam, please take care of Mr. Cheng, and I will buy anti-fever medicine."

"What's the matter with him?" She woke up instantly and looked at the sofa.

He was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and a wet towel on his forehead.

"Cheng has a fever," Koizumi said.

She walked quickly to him and gently pulled away the gauze on his arm. As expected, the wound turned white.

Disinfection was too late and the wound became inflamed.

She couldn't help but blamed herself a little, "It's all because I didn't see clearly and hurt him."

Koizumi also sighed, "Usually it is difficult for others to get close to Mr. Cheng. That is to say, Mrs. Cheng will not evade the stones you hit."

Fu Yuan'er:...

"Go and go back, I'll look at him."

Koizumi nodded and walked away quickly.

Fu Yuan'er sat down beside Cheng Zi and reached out to take the towel on his forehead, wanting to change him a piece.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

"Yuaner..." He opened his eyes in a daze, his voice hoarse.

He could see who she was, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Stop talking, close your eyes and rest." She exhorted.

"Yuan'er, it's better not to see Yan Yan, wait for two days to talk..." He looked worried, "Cheng Yiming is crazy sometimes..."