bestfiction Chapter 237 Let’s get married
Chapter 237 Let’s get married
The black Rolls-Royce sped into the underground parking garage of the residential complex.
After the car came to a complete stop, An Ying opened the car door to get out.
Fu Chengli had already walked around the car body, reached An Ying's car door, and with a large hand, scooped her up.
He held her steadily in his arms like a princess.
An Ying never expected that Fu Chengli would come and hug her.
She exclaimed.
"what--"
Fu Chengli carried the person into the elevator without turning his head.
Chen Xi felt he couldn't bear to watch.
This is truly incredible.
Having followed Fu Chengli for so many years, Chen Xi felt for the first time that his boss was truly in love this time.
He turned to the driver and said, "Never mind, we can move the luggage later."
The driver asked in surprise, "Huh?"
Chen Xi lit a cigarette and calmly said, "President Fu must have other things to attend to. Let's not disturb him by moving our luggage around."
Although the driver didn't understand, he still said "oh," assuming that listening to Secretary Chen was definitely the right thing to do.
In the elevator, An Ying lifted her leg, trying to get off Fu Chengli.
An Ying blushed and said, "I...I can walk, put me down."
Fu Chengli hugged her even tighter: "But I don't want you to walk."
An Ying glared at him: "Why?"
Fu Chengli said quietly, "To save you some energy."
An Ying was bewildered: "Why should I conserve my energy? My legs aren't crippled!"
why?
As soon as she entered, Fu Chengli showed her the reason through his actions.
After so long, An Ying returned to Fu Chengli's penthouse duplex.
The house is still the same house.
Their relationship had already progressed rapidly.
Fu Chengli unlocked the door and finally let go of An Ying's hand.
As soon as An Ying's feet touched the ground, before she could even stand up straight, Fu Chengli slammed her against the wall in the entryway.
Fu Chengli leaned close to her ear and whispered Yingying's name.
The shouts sent shivers down An Ying's spine.
An Ying tried to push him away.
"Alright, Secretary Chen and the driver still need to bring the luggage up, stop fooling around..."
Fu Chengli kissed An Ying's lips: "They won't come up."
An Ying tried to hide, but found there was nowhere to escape.
This is his house, where can she hide?
An Ying naturally wrapped her arms around his neck and slowly responded to his kiss.
An Ying couldn't help but recall that the day before she went to Yecheng, she had drunk too much and was carried back by Fu Chengli in the same way.
Then the two had their first time.
After experiencing a thrilling and tumultuous journey in Yecheng.
It's the same place.
He had endured for so long, and An Ying knew she couldn't avoid it today, so she could only take advantage of a moment to catch her breath and push against his firm chest.
"Go, go wash up..."
Fu Chengli gave a muffled "hmm," then hooked her knees up and lifted her up again.
Hold them face-to-face in your arms like you're holding a baby.
An Ying buried her face in his shoulder.
My face felt like it was burning up.
Fu Chengli lowered his head and rubbed his cheek against hers.
"Does Yingying like being in the bathroom?"
An Ying's face turned even redder.
That's not what she meant at all!
He was clearly deliberately misinterpreting it.
An Ying said urgently, "I... I didn't mean that..."
Before she could explain, Fu Chengli interrupted with a smile: "Wherever Yingying says, that's where it is. I'll wash it for you."
An Ying was so angry she wanted to roll her eyes.
With his domineering tone, where was there any room for her to refute or refuse?
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When An Ying woke up in bed, she found that the person next to her was empty.
She raised her elbow to prop herself up and leaned against the headboard.
He was clearly still gentle in the bathroom.
He was afraid of touching her wound, so he took great care of her.
Once he got to the bedroom and onto the bed, he went mad.
If she hadn't been crying and begging for mercy, saying she wasn't feeling well and that if he had continued to torment her, she would have gone to the hospital; he wouldn't have let her off the hook at all.
An Ying rubbed her aching back.
Fu Chengli pushed open the door and entered.
A bath towel was loosely tied around her waist.
He lay down next to An Ying, slipped under the covers, and pulled her into his arms.
"Have you slept?"
An Ying rubbed her sleepy eyes: "Hmm, your high-end mattress is very comfortable."
Fu Chengli smiled and said, "Shall we do it again?"
An Ying was so angry she wanted to punch someone.
The two hugged quietly for a while.
Fu Chengli bit An Ying's ear.
He kept whispering sweet nothings to her.
He repeatedly praised her for how well she had performed.
An Ying blushed deeply upon hearing this.
Fu Chengli pulled her fair arm out from under the covers and held her slender fingers in his palm.
He lowered his eyes and looked repeatedly at the ring on An Ying's hand.
"Yingying".
An Ying looked up at him and asked, "Hmm?"
"Let's get married."
An Ying: "............."
Fu Chengli said confidently, "Let's go get the marriage certificate. We'll go get it as soon as the Civil Affairs Bureau opens."