Chapter 1207 Actions Are Always More Moving than Words

When she returned to the room, she saw Fu Yancheng still putting on his shoes.

The slippers were right at his feet, but he couldn't put them on. In the end, he put them on backwards and went to the bathroom to take a shower with her.

Sheng Mian handcuffed his wrists directly, and the other end of the handcuffs was handcuffed to the bed.

"You have a good rest, I'll come out after taking a shower."

Fu Yancheng sat back on the bed and saw the thing between his wrists. His eyes lit up for a moment.

"Mianmian, I like to play with this."

Sheng Mian: "."

Slutty thing.

She cursed in her heart and immediately took her clothes to take a shower.

Now she didn't have to worry about him getting hurt if he walked around the room drunk.

After taking a quick shower, she took a hair dryer to blow her hair.

Fu Yancheng sat at the head of the bed, staring at her without blinking.

Sheng Mian dried her hair and came over to uncuff him.

"Click."

The moment the handcuffs were uncuffed, he turned over and pressed her down, and hurriedly wanted to unbutton her.

But he was too drunk tonight and couldn't get rid of it.

Sheng Mian grabbed his hand and coaxed him twice, "Go to sleep, I'm so sleepy."

Fu Yancheng immediately became obedient, rolled off her, hugged him in his arms, and fell asleep in less than a minute.

He hadn't slept well recently, and suffered from insomnia most of the time. There was a blue spot on his eyelids.

Sheng Mian couldn't sleep, so she took her phone to observe the public opinion on the Internet. She was relieved when she was sure that the company was fine.

His shallow breathing came to her ears, and Xie Feng's words came to her mind again.

All he wants is your attitude.

Even if it's a lie, he is willing to believe it.

She turned sideways and carefully described the face in front of her with her eyes.

Fu Yancheng's eyelashes drooped, and the sharpness was much less after he fell asleep.

Sheng Mian looked at it, and her heart softened.

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The next morning, after she got up, she turned on the computer to deal with a few emails, and then asked the chef downstairs to prepare a warm soup for Fu Yancheng.

She went to the studio to paint and found that the paints had been prepared long ago.

From drawing paper, drawing board, to brushes, everything is available.

She even saw the painting of Fu Yancheng in the rose garden.

She had kept this painting in the rose garden and she almost forgot about it.

Now the painting is well framed and placed in the most conspicuous place in the studio.

She suddenly understood what Xie Feng said.

Fu Yancheng is always more moving than what he says.

When Fu Yancheng woke up, he only felt a headache, and his nose smelled the unique fragrance of Sheng Mian.

He turned his head and looked over, but there was no one around him.

His eyes flashed, he got up and went into the bathroom to wash.

But when he squeezed the toothpaste, he found a new toothbrush next to it.

He had seen it before, it was Sheng Mian's.

His hand paused, and his breathing became rapid instantly.

His mind was a little confused, and he couldn't remember what happened last night.

Did he go to Shan Xiao to steal Sheng Mian's toothbrush after getting drunk?

Coming out of the bathroom, he saw a computer and a cell phone on the table beside the bed.

It was Sheng Mian's cell phone.

His eyelashes trembled, he pushed open the door and went to his study first.

She wasn't there.

He went around the living room downstairs again, but still didn't see anyone.

Until he came to the studio and saw her painting in the morning light.

Her hair had grown a little longer, a little below her shoulders, with her hair loose and wearing home clothes.

The sunshine was so beautiful that he thought he was hallucinating.

The "hallucination" spoke at this time.

"Close the door."

"Oh."

He turned around and closed the door. Seeing his obedient hand, he wanted to chop it off.

After all, he was still angry.