bestfiction Chapter 167 A Gentle Kiss on Her Flushed Cheeks
Chapter 167 A Gentle Kiss on Her Flushed Cheeks
Fu Chengli's voice was naturally magnetic, but because he was drunk, it had a lazy quality to it.
"I'm thirsty, get me some water."
An Ying: "........."
An Ying glanced at the wall clock.
It is 2 a.m. at this moment.
An Ying sighed silently.
Tonight, I had to go to the Fu residence again to outwit and outmaneuver Old Master Fu. I finally made it through, but when I got home, I still had to outwit and outmaneuver Fu Chengli and serve the drunken old man.
so tired.
She picked up the glass on the table, went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, walked back to the living room, and handed the glass to him.
Fu Chengli squinted his eyes and said, "Feed me."
An Ying: "...Cousin, you have a nosebleed, not a broken hand."
Fu Chengli: "It's strange, my hand hurts after I had a nosebleed."
An Ying: "........."
She took a deep breath: "Cousin, my hand hurts too. This glass of water is right above you right now. It's very likely that I'll lose my grip and spill it all over your face."
Fu Chengli curled his lips and smiled gently.
He propped himself up and sat up, took the water glass from An Ying's hand, and drank it all in one gulp.
After finishing his drink, Fu Chengli lay back down, waved his hand, and pointed to the lamp in the corner.
"Turn off the lights and go to sleep."
An Ying bit her lower lip.
It looks like he's really not planning to leave tonight.
An Ying hesitated: "Are you sure you want to sleep here?"
Fu Chengli opened his eyes, stared at An Ying, and said firmly, "I don't mind sleeping in the bedroom with you."
An Ying turned her head away: "I mind."
After saying that, she ran back to her bedroom.
With a click, it locked.
The sound of the bedroom door being locked came from the direction of the bedroom.
New message notification on your phone.
Fu Chengli unlocked his phone to check.
Li Xiuzhe sent three messages.
"Madam Qin suffered a minor bone fracture, which is not serious, and her condition is currently stable."
"However, Qin Jinchuan went to the hospital and his grandmother told him that the bottle of red wine had been replaced. It was a medicinal wine that the old lady had filled herself, and we had all drunk the wrong thing."
"Also, when do you plan to let the Qin family go? We've all grown up together, and Jin Chuan is younger than us. Shouldn't we consider our past relationship?"
Fu Chengli stared at his phone screen, pondered for a few seconds, and did not reply to any messages.
Many things from the past have been buried.
That car accident back then was not an accident at all; it was clearly deliberate.
Although the Qin family is not as glorious as it once was, it can still maintain a foothold in Beicheng. It is precisely because Fu Chengli considered their relationship that he did not completely wipe out the Qin family.
Unfortunately, no one understands.
Especially Qin Jinchuan, who was immature and caused trouble everywhere.
That year, after he was discharged from the hospital following a car accident, he negotiated with Old Master Fu while still wearing his hospital gown, without even having time to change his clothes.
Grandpa Fu looked much older overnight, and with a trembling voice, he patted his grandson's shoulder.
"Chengli, let's just drop this matter and stop investigating. As long as I, this old man, have a breath left, I'll guarantee you a stable position as CEO in the future, and I'll even give you half of the Fu family's assets."
Fu Chengli closed his eyes, and it seemed as if the roar of a vehicle explosion was coming back to him.
And then… Qin Ruofei, her hands stained with blood, clung to the car window, shouting angrily, “Fu Chengli! Why don’t you just die!”
boom--
The dented car body and the girl's figure both transformed into a raging fireball.
Everyone envies him for rising to a high position in a wealthy family at such a young age.
No one knows the enormous price he paid to get this position.
An Ying sat in her bedroom, staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
Her mind was filled with the image of Fu Chengli pinning her down on the sofa and asking her if she liked him.
She said she didn't like it, and Fu Chengli called her a little liar.
An Ying suddenly remembered that when Fu Chengli asked her that question, his hand was holding her wrist, and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
Only liars have such a erratic heartbeat.
What a shame.
An Ying pulled the blanket up to cover her burning face.
Fu Chengli is simply unpredictable; I can't figure out what he's planning.
He clearly knows everything.
Could it be...
Is he waiting for her to slowly fall in love with him?
Suddenly, in the darkness, the door lock clicked open.
An Ying: ? ? ?
My heart jumped into my throat: What kind of trouble is Fu Chengli up to now?
The tall man walked to the bedside.
He ripped the blanket off An Ying's face.
An Ying closed her eyes tightly and turned her back to him.
Feeling restless, what exactly is he trying to do?
The man slowly leaned down and gently kissed her flushed cheek.