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Chapter 391 He stole the rose

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    ¡° But Xia Yuwan was very sure that he was not Zhang Fang, because Zhang Fang¡¯s body smelled of perfume and the second young master¡¯s body smelled of elegant sandalwood fragrance.

    ? This kind of incense should be reserved for mature men who have a relatively calm personality and are calm when things happen.

    "Second Young Master Fu gives off a clean, well-behaved and honest impression I never imagined that he would end up with those human demons.

    Fu Juelun realized that he was a little rude and smiled apologetically.

    "Ms. Xia, I'm sorry I didn't know you were busy! I want to talk to my eldest brother about the company."

    ¡°I have just taken office and I still don¡¯t understand many things, so I would like to borrow some documents.¡±

    Although she knew he was lying, Xia Yuwan could not expose his lies openly, so she gritted her teeth and gave a fake chuckle.

    "He was so tired that he fell asleep. Second Young Master, please wait until he wakes up."

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    Fu Juelun glanced at her, turned around and left like a gentleman, his voice still gentle, "This ok, thank you Miss Xia."

    At the end, he thoughtfully reminded the two of them that it was time to start dinner and remember to come down and eat together.

    Xia Yuwan looked at his elegantly leaving figure, the smile on her face gradually disappeared and turned into solemn thoughts.

    He slammed the door shut and returned to the house.

    She was almost exhausted. After coming out of the dusk with one breath, she just stuffed a piece of bread indiscriminately and mustered up her energy to treat Fu Jueshen's wounds.

    When she had just "exchanged moves" with Fu Juelun, she was really almost unsteady on her feet.

    As soon as her head hit the pillow, Xia Yuwan fell into a deep sleep.

    As for Fu Jueshen, she fed him two doses of glucose, but he couldn¡¯t die for the time being.

    "After tonight, I will probably wake up tomorrow."

    At seven o'clock in the evening, when Grandpa Fu saw that the two of them had not yet come downstairs, the smile on his face became even more profound, and he hurriedly asked someone to stew a pot of wolfberry and black-bone chicken soup.

    Hearing this, everyone at the table felt embarrassed, especially Fu Tiantian, who was the only girl. She lowered her head and mentally cursed, "Shameless."

    Fu Juelun looked at the closed door several times and ate absentmindedly.

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    Outside the window is a deep twilight, with thousands of uneven stars scattered on the dark blue curtain. The starlight is diluted by the city lights and dimly hidden in the clouds.

    A crescent moon is like a hook.

    When Fu Jueshen woke up, he first saw the moon on half of the window. When he moved his eyes upward, there was also a moon hanging in the sky.

    The silver moonlight illuminated the small figure. She was huddled on the sofa with her hands and feet curled up, and her long, black hair fell to her shoulders and fell to the ground.

    The white little face is more pure and charming than the moonlight. The long and thick eyelashes cast tired dark shadows under the eyes, and the bright cherry red lips are slightly open.

    He stared at her under the moonlight for a long time, as beautiful as an elf coming out of the forest, making people afraid to approach her.

    Suddenly, she turned over and continued to sleep, facing the window.

    Fu Jueshen watched her reach out and hug her shoulders tightly, and found that she fell asleep wearing only a thin cheongsam. The window was not closed, and the wind from outside blew in through the gap. It was strange that it was not cold.

    When he lowered his head, he saw that his shoulders were wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, and a transparent leather tube was inserted into his arm, with a hanging bottle hanging from it.

    You don¡¯t need to think about it to know that she did it. Fu Jueshen showed a rare smile like a fool.

    He suddenly pulled out the infusion tube in his hand, lifted up the quilt and got out of bed barefoot, kneeling on one knee next to the sofa and looking at her peaceful sleeping face.

    When he saw her blood-congealed feet, Fu Jueshen felt unspeakably distressed.

    She is so stupid.

    Even though I was still injured, I helped him take care of his wounds first.

    After looking around, he saw that the medicine box was still placed in the corner in front of the bed. Fu Jueshen endured the pain in his shoulder, got up and took the medicine box over.

    When his big hands held her slender feet, they felt as cold as ice sculptures, and the several long scratches on them seemed to be branded on the apex of his heart.

    Fu Jueshen carefully used hydrogen peroxide on his face to sterilize it. The liquid would cause some burning pain when applied. He wiped it while staring at her.Look at the little face.

    Seeing Xia Yuwan frowning in discomfort, the man lowered his noble head without hesitation and blew on her wound gently.

    "Hoo~"

    It¡¯s only when you put a band-aid on it that it¡¯s complete.

    After doing all this, Fu Jueshen stood up, picked her up and gently placed her on the side where he had just been lying.

    The warm quilt made her squeak comfortably, she licked her red lips, put her hands together on both sides of her cheeks, and continued to sleep cutely.

    Fu Jueshen was amused by her child-like sleeping posture, and his thin lips raised into a silent smile.

    The bed sank into a corner, and his tall and majestic body also lay on it.

    Because his back was injured, he just lay on his stomach and turned his neck to look at the back of Xia Yuwan's head. Under her long dark hair, a section of snow-white skin like gelatin was exposed.

    Seeing that he was slightly moved, he raised his big hand towards her slender waist.

    When he was just a few centimeters away from hugging her, Xia Yuwan suddenly turned over, her delicate and beautiful face so close at hand.

    The dry lips were covered with skin, like a shameless rose.

    There is a profound beauty of incompleteness and regret.

    Fu Jueshen suddenly wanted to make this flower bloom with vitality again.

    So he lowered his head and held the delicate rose petals, grinding them gently with his teeth.

    Xia Yuwan, who suddenly felt difficulty breathing in her sleep, thought it was a fly and waved her hand to block it.

    The next moment, Rou Yi was held by another big hand and pressed against his chest. Fu Jueshen was as calm as a thief stealing flowers, enjoying the fun.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? are almost thirty years old, but this is the first time I have tasted the taste of secret love.

    Very sweet.

    After the kiss, he looked at the delicate flower that had been moisturized by him with satisfaction. It was now in full bloom as it should be.

    It¡¯s a pity that he stole the rose.

    It can only be possessed briefly at midnight.

    ¡°You have to return her after daybreak.

    Thinking of this, Fu Jueshen finally stopped hesitating, grabbed her slender waist with his big hands and pulled her into his arms.

    He thoughtfully pulled the quilt for her, and after twisting the corner of the quilt, he hugged her contentedly and fell asleep together.

    The next day, the sky will break.

    Fu Jueshen was awakened by a burst of hunger. He chose the former between bread and tenderness. Only a good body can not be afraid of the thorns of the rose.

    Unexpectedly, as soon as he came downstairs, he met Fu Juelun, who had just returned from morning exercise.

    The man was wearing a black sweatshirt, his limbs were slender and thin, and he was walking in his direction with a white towel hanging around his neck to wipe sweat.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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