Fu Chenyu stood up shakingly, and he pulled the man's collar, "What do you mean, you said!"

The man pulled his hand away, threw it on the bed, raised his chin, "This woman came to me yesterday and said that her fiancé wanted to have another woman, and hoped that I would teach her fiancé a lesson."

The man picked up the suit jacket on the ground and patted it, "If you don't believe it, you can go to the hotel lobby for surveillance. She has looked for me before. Seeing that you may not want to have a next time with me, then I'll leave first." After that, he raised his foot and left casually.

Fu Chenyu's eyes were full of scarlet. He stood up and pounced on An Yirou, and grabbed her neck hard, "Bitch, you dare to treat me like this. You deserve to die! Is this your revenge on me?"

An Yirou was almost suffocated by pinching. Her face turned red and her eyes widened. The whites of her eyes were filled with red bloodshot, and saliva flowed down the corners of her open mouth.

Her fingernails were clenched into the man's arm, and blood marks appeared, and Fu Chenyu didn't feel the pain.

Just as An Yirou rolled her eyes, Fu Chenyu returned rationally and threw the person on the coffee table, which split into pieces in an instant.

An Yirou's body was cut from the dense wounds by the broken glass, and her blood was dripping from her.

Fu Chenyu looked at the purple on her thighs and understood that An Yirou had stolen food on her back.

His eyes were full of disgust, and his stomach rolled, "You're so fucking dirty!"

An Yirou wriggled her body and got up from the glass fragments. She gasped, "I'm dirty? How good are you?"

She stood in front of him shakingly and sneered, "I didn't expect you to be played by a man! Hahahaha..."

Fu Chenyu grabbed her neck again, "Say it again, I will kill you!"

"You will have to pay your life if you kill me!" An Yirou glared at him, "If you want to break up with me, I will let the whole world know that you have been played with by a man!"

"Bitch! I'll plot against me! I want you to die than die!" Fu Chenyu said gritting his teeth.

An Yirou knew that no matter how she explained, it would be useless, because she had indeed found that man and would see it as long as she retrieved the surveillance camera.

Now Fu Shiyan will not let her go, she can only lock her up with Fu Chenyu. After all, Fu Shiyan will let her go for the sake of his nephew.

An Yirou laughed, "You can't get rid of me in your life! I'm going to marry you at the end of the month! It's not an engagement!"

......

The morning sun shines in through the bright floor-to-ceiling windows.

An Yan turned over and frowned.

Suddenly thinking about what happened last night, she suddenly opened her eyes.

The man walked out of the bathroom with only a bath towel. His clearly textured chest had scratches, and the perfect mermaid line was deeply hidden in the bath towel.

An Yan quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The cushion sank, the man sat beside her, pinching the girl's pretty nose with his fingertips.

An Yanxin sighed that this old man actually teased her like this.

Just when she reached her physiological limit, she suddenly opened her eyes, reached out to grab the man's finger, raised her head to bite, like a little leopard grinding her teeth.

The touch of the wet Religion came, and Fu Shiyan's eyes became deeper, and his voice was hoarse, "Last night, he looked like a little cat, but now he looks like a little wild cat."

An Yan relaxed her mouth and pulled the thin blanket across her face, revealing only two wet eyes.

Fu Shiyan laughed softly, hooked the blanket on her face with her fingertips, "Pick it off."

An Yan shook her head, and her voice was a little hoarse as soon as she opened her mouth, "I don't want it."

"don't want?"

"don't want."

Fu Shiyan nodded, and a bad smile hung on the corner of her lips.

An Yan felt a cold on her body and the blanket was pulled aside by the man.

Her white and greasy body was exposed to the air, and An Yan's face was flushed. She quickly reached out to pull the blanket to try to block it.

Fu Shiyan turned over and turned over her, looking at her from a high point, "Sorry, huh?"

An Yan tilted her head, she was indeed a little embarrassed.

"Why are you embarrassed to not see that day? You even took the initiative to lay materials for yourself."

An Yan pursed her lips, "Isn't it really happened that day?"

Fu Shiyan picked her little face with her fingertips, "Last night... she screamed so nicely."

He looked at the bright red mouth and his breathing became heavier again.

He bowed and kissed him, An Yan avoided, "Well... I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"I don't mind."

"I mind." An Yan raised her hand to block the man's lips, "Uncle, do you still remember what you said last night?"

Fu Shiyan's eyes were joking, "I don't remember, what did I say?"

An Yan stared at him sadly and snorted, "I will not admit it if I lift my pants! Go down!"

Fu Shiyan suddenly laughed softly, as nice as the sound of a cello, "I'm not wearing pants yet."

An Yan whispered, "Rogue!"

Fu Shiyan pecked her little mouth carefully, "I'm only gangster at you."

"What's our relationship now?"

"Three words."

An Yan's eyes were bright, "Girlfriend!"

"Little Lover."

The smile on An Yan's face froze, and she felt a little sad. She bit her lip.

Fu Shiyan heard a prank laugh, "I'm teasing you, girlfriend, I promise you, I will be responsible for you."

"Uncle is so bad!" An Yan was angry and refused to look at him, "I'm going to wash up."

Fu Shiyan Qing, still maintains this posture.

An Yan glared at him angrily, "I said... um..."

"I want to exercise my boyfriend's rights." Fu Shiyan kissed her and tossed and turned.

An Yan once again fell into the domineering and strong man...

An hour later, Fu Shiyan took the person out, patiently wiped her hair and blew it dry, which was particularly considerate.

An Yan hurried in the blanket and knelt on the bed, watching the man slowly put on his shirt.

She looked down at the torn dress on the ground, and pulled the corners of her mouth, "Uncle, can you help me get the clothes?"

Fu Shiyan leaned over and supported her arms on both sides of her body, "I think it's good to wear nothing."

An Yan felt that the old man was talking a lot, which was a bit beyond her expectations, "You were quite gentle before."

"Have you heard of Sven's scum? If a man gets bad, you will be shocked." He kissed her lips, "I'll get you clothes."

Listening to the sound of closing the door, An Yan covered her mouth and laughed. Thanks to An Yirou's big green tea, she wouldn't know when she would be able to capture Fu Shiyan and become her girlfriend.

She jumped out of the bed, her legs were weak and she fell to the ground. She grinded her teeth, got up to the sofa, and took out her cell phone from her handbag.

Su Yue called her more than ten times and sent a message asking her if she had found Fu Shiyan.

She called back, "Yueyue."

"Did it? My voice is hoarse! So intense!"

An Yan continued, "Please lower your voice, the incident happened very suddenly."

Then she told Su Yue what happened last night.

Su Yue was instantly furious, "Can An Yirou still not have any face? She actually wants to get involved in your man?"

At this time, the door opened.

Fu Shiyan happened to hear this vaguely, and An Yan quickly hung up the phone.

The man walked in, his fingertips raised her chin, "Now your man is here to serve you."
Chapter completed!