Shen Nian returned to Ye Shuihan.
The moment Fu Hanye saw Shen Nian's figure, his tense nerves relaxed slightly. He didn't bother to talk to her and took Wang Chao to the study.
There were not too many guests, but they were enough to make Ye Shuihan Mansion noisy.
While eating, Shen Nian accidentally met Bai Lan's face several times. Bai Lan was smiling, but the disgust at the end of his eyes was more obvious than before.
Many things came between her and the Fu family, creating a gap that she and Fu Hanye could not cross.
Naturally, the guests didn't know what happened between Shen Nian and the Fu family. During the conversation and laughter, in order to please Bai Lan, the wealthy ladies still praised Shen Nian from time to time.
Bai Lan listened silently, but smiled and said nothing.
On the terrace connected to the living room, Shen Nian squatted there, silently praying for the old lady. She hoped that the old lady would be happy and healthy in heaven. She felt someone blocked the light and shadow above her head, and she felt the breath of a stranger, but she did not move.
Still closing his eyes, the charming man's voice fell, "The skirt is dirty."
Shen Nian opened her eyelids, her hazy eyes were moist, with moisture lingering at the bottom of her eyes. She lowered her eyes and saw the man with good bones and veins, who was picking up the hem of her skirt that had fallen to the ground. Carefully clean the dirt on it.
The ashes of the paper burned for the old lady were stained on her skirt.
The fingers were slender and powerful, quite beautiful. When Shen Nian's eyes fell on the black mole on the man's wrist, her body suddenly stopped. She suddenly stood up and saw the man's face that came into her field of vision. Although the outline was beautiful, it could not be said that it was beautiful. She came softly, and the man looked at her blankly, as if he had forgotten everything.
After Shen Nian saw the man's face clearly, he took a step back in shock.
She laughed at herself, wondering how she could mistake Si Yanhong for Song. It was just that they both had a mole on their wrists, and there were too many people with moles on their bodies.
Shen Nian felt that he was thinking too much.
Fu Yalan's voice still rings in my ears, "However, I still hope you stay away from him."
Shen Nian ignored him and turned to enter the living room. Her arm was grabbed by someone, but she did not move. The man's deep voice reached her ears, "I heard that your dad was sent in. Do you need my help?"
Shen Nian wanted to find someone to help, but not to mention that Si Yanhong was a doctor and couldn't help. Even if he could help, she wouldn't necessarily ask him.
"Thank you, no need."
Si Yanhong hesitated for a moment due to Shen Nian Leng's intimidating attitude, but finally let go.
Si Yanhong watched the woman's lonely figure enter the living room. The warmth left on his fingertips made him confused and lost. How can I help you?
After the guests dispersed, Ye Shuihan, who had been noisy all day, calmed down.
Si Yanhong drove away with Fu Yalan.
Fu Hanye's cold and charming figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Before Si Hongyan got into the car, he looked back and his reluctance was written all over his face. Si Yanhong's car could no longer be seen, so Fu Hanye's eyes averted. When he came back, he snorted and walked out of the study. While pulling off the tie around his neck, he asked the servant next to him, "Where's the madam?"
Servant, "In the bedroom."
When he opened the door, he saw Shen Nian sitting in front of the dressing mirror applying skin care products. She was wearing a bathrobe, and her snow-white neck was exposed. The red traces on it had faded, which added a hint of ambiguity in Fu Hanye's eyes.
The two people's eyes met in the mirror. No one said a word. Fu Hanye walked over and threw his tie on the sofa. As he sat down, he took the cigarette box and shook out a cigarette from the box. With the cigarette in his mouth, he suddenly realized something. He took the cigarette off, held it between his fingertips and played with it. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking about.
After Shen Nian took care of the skin, she slowly leaned over and gently placed her fingers on the man's shoulders, sliding down a little. Finally, her whole hands fell down. The man tilted his head, closed his eyes, and sighed softly, with a look of enjoyment on his face. .
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the hands on his shoulders, with their neatly manicured nails showing a light pink color, just like hers, which could bring him the ultimate joy.
The cigarette fell from his hand.
He held her hand with one hand and held her waist with the other. With a slight movement, her body was turned over and fell onto the big bed. He did not cover her immediately like last night, but lowered his head. Watching her quietly, the light fell into her black eyes, reflecting the alluring luster. The bathrobe spread out, and the exposed skin was white with pink, which looked very attractive.
His breath surged and his Adam's apple rolled, "Want to save your dad?"
Shen Nian's pink lips twitched slightly. She did not answer, but proved it with practical actions.
She came up and kissed his lips gently, breathing softly and lightly into Fu Hanye's ears to stimulate his senses. He grabbed her waist, lifted her up, and let her sit on the bed. Then, he stood up and stood in the middle, staring at her blushing face with his fiery eyes, looking at each other with confusion everywhere.
Shen Nian's initiative made him particularly enjoy it, and even a comfortable sound escaped from his throat.
While serving people, Shen Nian's experience was better than ever before. Fu Hanye's superb skills made her completely addicted.
A continuous and dense kiss followed the snow-white skin, all the way up, with a source of fire wherever it passed. The four lips were attracted to each other like a magnet, and the moist breath blended tightly.
Just as he was about to get ready to strike, the man's narrow eyes touched the dots of red stains on the white snow, and all his movements stopped abruptly.
She was pregnant, and it was so intense last night.
He was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it.
His rough fingertips gently stroked her round belly, and he took a deep breath. His confused eyes gradually became clear. Fu Hanye took a step back, stood one step away, and quietly examined the body in front of him. .
When the clarity in his eyes slowly turned into confusion again, he turned around and entered the bathroom.
Shen Nian held the bed with his hands. When his consciousness was chaotic, his father's pale face and his panicked shouts came to his mind from time to time.
"Nian Nian, save me."
She must save her father.
Shen Nian's bare feet landed on the ground with the toes, the cool floor tiles pressed against his skin, and a cool swooshing feeling came up from the soles of his feet.
Ignoring the coldness, she bit her lip and opened the bathroom door without hesitation.
Hearing the knock on the door, the man turned around. When his scarlet eyes met Shen Nian's moist eyes, his thin lips curved into a smile. He stretched out his big hand and she was picked up and pressed against the cold wall tiles. He pinched her. He raised her face slightly with his chin, and then started to kiss her. It was a shallow kiss at first, then slowly, from shallow to deep, his breathing became more and more chaotic.
When Pipi could hardly breathe, he pressed her head...
Many things become easier to accept as long as they happen for the first time, and the second time will soon follow.
Maybe she was too eager to save her father, and she worked very hard. She wanted to work hard to serve him well. As long as she was happy, her father could come out. At least, that's what Shen Nian thought for the time being.
