Quick Wear: The villain is a heartthrob, and the boss can't stand it

Chapter 162 Cannon Fodder Cold Black Moonlight (27)

"You just can't hold it back?"

The lingering peach blossom fragrance in the small space was much sweeter, and was faintly mixed with a... stinky dog ​​smell.

The smell hit Fu Nanchen's nose.

This smell, even though his vision was blinded, he could still imagine what had happened before.

Fu Nanchen swallowed the unfinished words in his mouth and didn't continue.

Now live streaming, Sui Yu loves face the most.

Fu Nanchen sneered. Even at this time, he was still wondering what she was afraid of.

The tall figure stood firmly in front of Sui Yu.

Because they were very close, Sui Yu had to look up and almost bend her neck to a vertical angle, as if only then could she see the man's face clearly.

Although her eyes were blindfolded, Sui Yu could still feel the breath flowing. Fu Nanchen in front of her seemed very angry.

The rapidly rising and falling arc of the chest was too conspicuous. In the enclosed space where only the two of them were, the low, heavy breathing seemed to echo in their ears.

It makes people itch.

Fu Nanchen's knuckles made a noise because he pressed too hard, but he didn't say anything else except the ridicule just now.

Since Sui Yu couldn't see the man, she could only infer the man's reaction from these fragmentary touches and guesses.

Her lips, which were stained with color, were slightly pursed, and then loosened a little as if she couldn't bear the pain. She groped to stand up with her hands, and as expected, she touched the man standing in front of her.

The trousers that fit his legs were covered by the soft palm, and it seemed that he could touch his skin through the thin fabric.

Sui Yu curled her fingertips and tried to withdraw her hand in fear, but the man accurately grabbed her wrist in mid-air.

"If you want to fall to your death, don't do it in front of me."

As he spoke, he exerted force on his hands, grasped Sui Yu's waist with one hand, and lifted her up easily, saying in a cold voice, "Stand still."

[Why are you so fierce?! Suisui is frightened and trembling.]

[What's wrong with Mr. Fu? He seems to hate Sui Sui, yet he helps her in every way.]

[I actually have the illusion that Mr. Fu is jealous...]

[No, Mr. Fu can't be so childish! ]

[Wow, wow, wow, this pair actually works! Why do they feel like random parts? I can pick any two and they'll fit together perfectly?]

Fu Nanchen's covered eyebrows swept sharply in the direction of the camera. Even though his eyes could not be seen, the barrage of comments suddenly froze.

Fu Nanchen withdrew his gaze and waited for Sui Yu to stand properly. Then he withdrew his large hand from Sui Yu's lower back and said, "Ask if you have any questions."

It seemed as if he was in a hurry to go out or rush to something.

Sui Yu's eyelashes trembled, and the light in her eyes was completely covered by the ribbon.

"Do you have any medicine on you?" The tentative soft voice almost made Fu Nanchen surrender.

Three years ago, whenever Sui Yu wanted to make a request, she would end up begging him softly and gently on the big bed.

In the end, he smashed them to pieces, and the words couldn't even form a sentence...

Sui Yu was right when she said that he was ruthless.

Breathing rapidly, Fu Nanchen closed his eyes, but still couldn't help it, so he reached out and pulled off the ribbon covering his eyes.

The barrier, which had been a little loose, was consolidated again.

Fu Nanchen could hardly control his jealousy, and stared at Sui Yu's swollen lips with red eyes.

The crimson red spread across her face, and one could easily tell what had just happened at a glance.

Whoever is here, it's not him.

Fu Nanchen clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he struggled to move his gaze away from Sui Yu. He replied coldly, "No," and said nothing more.

He was really afraid...that what he would say would be a mocking expression of extreme jealousy.

"But I'm in so much pain."

Sui Yu reached out her hand tremblingly, wanting to touch her lips.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she had just been lying on the ground. The light pink fingertips were covered with a layer of dust, making the jade-white fingertips look much duller.

Fu Nanchen's heart was pounding. When Sui Yu's fingertips were about to touch her lips, he couldn't help himself and reached out to grab her slender wrist.

"Sui Yu, have you really been kissed silly? Have you forgotten that you have mysophobia?"

What would happen if she really reacted and her dusty hand touched her own face and lips?

Thinking of the scene of a girl with tears in her eyes that couldn't be stopped, Fu Nanchen felt so heartbroken that he twitched.

With a gloomy face, he pulled the hem of his long tuxedo and wiped Sui Yu's dusty palms. Fu Nanchen's expression was so ugly that the audience in the live broadcast room even thought he was going to murder someone.

"Anything else you want to ask? If not, I'll leave."

After wiping his hands, Fu Nanchen leaned over and whispered in Sui Yu's ear in a calm voice, "If it hurts, doesn't the Marshal have medicine? Take this little injury and go to him to ask for medicine."

The words that only the two of them could hear made Sui Yu's heart tremble, and she drooped her eyelashes and remained silent.

Even through a layer of ribbon, Fu Nanchen could imagine how many tears were in the girl's eyes as she lowered her brows and gradually filled them.

The silk was soaked with tears, and then fell straight down like pearls from a broken string.

It's so pitiful.

The knuckles in his hand were pressed with a crisp sound, and Fu Nanchen turned around and walked out without stopping.

After only three or two steps, Sui Yu felt a slight distortion in the space, and the man seemed to have disappeared.

[Is this man... such a scoundrel?]

[Is this still the Mr. Fu I know? ]

[The person above, have you forgotten how cunning businessmen are? This is the richest man in the universe!]

The criticized protagonist just stood there, carefully watching every subtle change in Sui Yu's expression.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he watched the girl's body suddenly fall down and become shaky after she realized he was gone.

He subconsciously reached out to hug her, but he forced himself to suppress the instinct and pull his hands back.

The tears that flowed like broken strings not only did not stop, but instead became more and more violent.

She seemed to be restrained in front of him, but when she was out of his sight, she cried miserably and fragilely.

Fu Nanchen's heart felt like it was being stabbed by a sharp knife, which then spun around several times, turning the intact heart into a bloody mess.

"Nanchen..." she whispered softly, tears streaming down her swollen red lips, her eyebrows and eyes were covered by a ribbon, and she looked like peach petals wilted by rain.

Unable to bear the burden, he was about to collapse.

Fu Nanchen's suppressed heartbeat gradually relaxed, "thump-thump," one after another, completely breaking down the valve of his rationality.

He admitted defeat.

Fu Nanchen leaned over and put his arm around Sui Yu's waist. Feeling her slight struggle, he slowly said, "Sui Sui...you win."

You won, and he, Fu Nanchen, couldn't beat you, so he was willing to admit defeat.

No matter who she likes, let it be like this.

Don't let him know, don't let him notice.

He just... stayed blind.