The Whole Internet is Waiting For Master Fu To Fall In Love

A smile appeared in Fu Juncheng's eyes. Seeing that she had calmed down, he couldn't help but want to hug her again.

"Be honest." Gu Qingning knocked off his hand, warned him, picked up his clothes and walked towards the bathroom.

When she takes a step, Fu Juncheng follows.

Gu Qingning laughed angrily, stopped, turned to look at him, with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, "Why, do you want to wash with me?"

Fu Juncheng's eyes lit up, "Can you?"

It seems that she still underestimated how thick-skinned he was, an inexplicable smile slipped across Gu Qingning's eyes.

"Can."

As long as he can bear it later.

A little surprised by her words, Fu Juncheng didn't want to think too much, and followed her into the bathroom.

The door closed, Gu Qingning grabbed the hem of the clothes, and lifted it up leisurely, a white and thin waist broke into his sight.

Fu Juncheng narrowed his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.

He knew what it means to ask for guilt, and he felt like his whole body was on fire.

Gu Qingning originally wanted to tease him, but he didn't expect that man to suddenly attack her, grab her hand, and press her against the wall.

The warm yellow light fell between his eyebrows and eyes, and those dark eyes were soaked in a strange color, which seemed restrained and longing.

His voice was unbelievably hoarse, "Ningning..."

"No." As if guessing what he was going to say next, Gu Qingning refused cruelly, raising her hand to cover her captivating black eyes.

"Unless your injury heals."

If she beat him, she would definitely not do it, so she could only give him a memory.

Her palms were cold, and with her eyes covered, Fu Juncheng couldn't see anything.

He has been holding it back for a month, and now that he is back, and let him just chat with her under the quilt every night, isn't that killing him.

He tried to get her to let him go, and whispered, "This injury doesn't matter, and you are in front of me all day, I..."

Gu Qingning said, "I can go back to the dormitory."

Fu Juncheng sighed in his heart, and his lowered voice sounded a little aggrieved, "No, I can't sleep because you're not here. A bad rest will affect the healing of the wound."

"It turns out that you also know that poor rest will affect wound healing. Why didn't you realize this before?" Gu Qingning raised her eyebrows, and pressed the hand that was resting on her waist.

"Don't try to take the opportunity to play hooligans."

Pretending not to hear her warning, Fu Juncheng pulled down his hand covering his eyes, lowered his head to cover her lips, and kissed her vigorously.

Don't care about him, let's continue with a kiss first.

The night was getting cooler, and it was drizzling outside the window.

Gu Qingning was lying on the bed with the quilt rolled up, her long silver-gray hair returned to its original black color, her eyes were closed, her body was panting, and she didn't want to move at all.

She was really too used to Fu Juncheng.

"Do you want some water?"

The edge of the bed sank, and the man's deep voice slipped past her ears.

Gu Qingning didn't open her eyes, and kicked over depending on the source of the sound.

Fu Juncheng smiled dumbly, grabbed her ankle, and began to massage her.

The strength is neither light nor heavy, and the technique is skilled.

Gu Qingning frowned, tilted her head and looked at him, her voice was extremely hoarse, "Come here."

Fu Juncheng let go of his hand, leaned over and approached, with a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, "Continue?"

Continuing with his size, Gu Qingning reached out and pinched his arm, then pulled at the hem of his clothes to make sure that the wound was not bleeding, and then she was relieved.

"I knew that my family, Ningning, loved me the most." Fu Juncheng rubbed the tip of her nose, exuding a pleasant breath all over her body.

Gu Qingning sneered, reached out and grabbed Fu Juncheng's collar, "Yes, it's true that my heart hurts, and it's true that I want to beat you up."

"I'll beat you up." Fu Juncheng said soft words without limit, with tenderness in his eyes, "As long as you don't ignore me."

Gu Qingning lost his temper immediately, put his white hand on his head, and inserted his fingers into his short hair, "If you dare to hide things like this from me in the future, I will ignore you."

Fu Juncheng smiled, "What about other things?"

"Nothing else," she said.

Fu Juncheng said, "Okay, then you can't hide anything from me."

Gu Qingning nodded, suddenly remembered something, she couldn't help teasing him, "Then let me tell you something."

Fu Juncheng was startled, "Huh?"

"It's not a big deal, but there is a boy in the school who wants my contact information. Qiaoqiao said that her senior probably wants to confess his love to me." Gu Qingning said slowly.

Fu Junchengjun's face darkened, "What's that person's name?"

Damn, if you dare to covet his wife, you must not let him go.

Gu Qingning suppressed a smile, "Why, do you still want to meet and chat with him?"

Fu Juncheng sneered, and said ruthlessly, "What the hell, I won't beat him up, he will be thankful."

He asked urgently, "Tell me quickly, what is his name, and which department is he from?"

"Okay, don't worry about it, I don't know what his name is." Gu Qingning couldn't help but smile, "Qiaoqiao already told him that I have a boyfriend, but I didn't give him the contact information."

Fu Juncheng's face turned warmer when he heard the words, but he was still worried, "Then what if he still doesn't give up?"

"Then I'll tell him that I'm married, okay?" Although Gu Qingning liked to see him jealous, she was also afraid that his old vinegar would drown her.

Fu Juncheng pecked her lips lightly, with a satisfied smile on his face, "Barely okay."

After saying that, he threw off the quilt and lay down next to her, stretched out his long arms, and pulled her into his arms.

Gu Qingning raised her hand against his chest, keeping a distance from him, afraid of touching his wound.

"Use the pillow in the middle as a boundary, and sleep on one side." She reached out to pick up a pillow and put it between the two of them.

Fu Juncheng frowned, staring at the pillow in the middle with a bitter expression on his face, "We didn't sleep like this last night..."

"Last night was last night, and tonight is tonight, so that I won't accidentally touch your wound while I'm asleep." Gu Qingning moved to the side, her tone firm.

"If your wound opens again, it's not a joke."

Fu Juncheng's eyes were full of helplessness, "Can't we discuss it again?"

"It's not negotiable." After speaking, Gu Qingning turned her body sideways, sleeping with her back to him.

"Turn off the lights."

Fu Juncheng looked at the back of her head, a gloomy light gliding deep in the bottom of his eyes.

He reached out to turn off the light, and the room fell into darkness for an instant.

In the middle of the night, Fu Juncheng opened his eyes, reached out and grabbed the pillow in the middle, and threw it away without looking at it.

In the next second, the person next to him got into his arms unconsciously, and grabbed his clothes habitually with one hand.

Fu Juncheng looked down at the person in his arms, and bent his lips silently, which was brought up by herself.

He put his arms around her waist and closed his eyes contentedly.

...

the next day.

Yu Wenfan rushed to the hospital as soon as he got off the plane, and didn't even bother to eat lunch.

"master."

The bodyguards guarding the door saw him and shouted respectfully.

Yu Wenfan pushed open the door and walked in. Mike stayed outside. He glanced at the bodyguards and said, "You are not needed here, you retreat first."