Chapter 1282 I know, you are not Fu Yancheng

"Fu Yancheng, I'm hungry."

She groped for the stairs beside her, wanting to go down.

But Fu Yancheng came closer and hugged her sideways.

"I'll carry you down so you don't fall."

"good."

She nodded and was hugged by him obediently. She smelled the reassuring cold fragrance on him again.

When she sat downstairs in the living room, she raised her hand and touched the table.

Soon a prepared light dinner was brought to her.

Fu Yancheng held the spoon and said, "I'll feed you."

"good."

She smiled, opened her mouth and ate.

After eating, Fu Yancheng helped her upstairs to rest.

"Fu Yancheng, didn't you say it's daytime now? Can I go sit on the sofa for a while?"

She doesn't want to sleep yet.

"Mianmian, you need to rest more so that your eyes can recover faster."

"All right."

She said nothing else and was helped to the room. After sitting on the bed, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I can't sleep alone, can you sleep with me?"

"Come right away, I still have work matters to deal with."

"Oh, then go and do your work."

Sheng Mian let go of his waist and heard his footsteps slowly leaving.

She frowned and took a deep breath to smell the smell in the room. The smell of incense was everywhere.

She slowly squatted down, touched the floor with her fingertips, and froze.

She designed the things in Yujingyuan, and she kept every detail in mind, especially the flooring in Yujingyuan.

It was a wooden floor that she went to Youxian County to find in person. That wooden floor was so rare that it was sold out every year.

She went to Youxian County several times for these wooden floors.

The room she is staying in now is very similar to Yujingyuan.

Especially the comfort of the bed, as well as the details of the door and dining table, are exactly the same as Yujingyuan.

Because the materials of these brands are international brands, it is easy to find the same ones, but wooden floors are difficult to find.

This is not Yujingyuan, but someone built her a house similar to Yujingyuan.

The man just now was not Fu Yancheng, but someone pretended to be Fu Yancheng.

The cold fragrance on his body was exactly the same as that of Fu Yancheng, but it had a more artificial smell.

Sheng Mian was so panicked for a moment that her face changed, but she groped around for everything in the room.

I found that the layout of this room was exactly the same as that in Yujingyuan, and even the material of the curtains was the same.

If she hadn't discovered the clues on the floor, there would be no way of knowing the truth.

Her palms were sweaty, but she had no choice but to lie down on the bed and pretend she didn't notice.

After waking up after a long sleep, there was still no one in her room.

Disgusted with the feeling of not being able to see anything, she groped her way into the bathroom.

All the furnishings in the bathroom are exactly the same as those in Yujingyuan. So who is this man who locked her up?

Is it Mr. K, or someone else?

Her palms were shaking slightly, but she had to calm down!

After washing, she took a deep breath and groped her way downstairs.

There was a sound from the kitchen, and she heard Fu Yancheng's voice. He seemed to be asking the chef how to cut vegetables.

She groped her way to the kitchen door and heard him ask.

"Mianmian, why don't you sleep more?"

It's so much like Fu Yancheng, even the tone of the pause is exactly the same.

Sheng Mian was very anxious, but she still pretended to be calm.

"Are you cooking by yourself? Can I come over and help you? Just teach me."

"good."

He held her hand and walked slowly to the kitchen. He washed her hands before putting the knife in her hand.

The corners of his mouth curved, taking this as the interest between the two of them.

Sheng Mian asked, "What are you cooking now?"

"To make dumplings, the broth is stewed in the pot. You can eat fried dumplings or boiled dumplings."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Mian took the knife in his hand, turned around, and stabbed him straight into the shoulder.

If she could see it, the knife would have penetrated his heart.

The servant who was still standing in the kitchen was startled and screamed.

"Mr. Fu!"

Sheng Mian grabbed the knife extremely coldly and frowned.

"I know you are not Fu Yancheng."

Fu Yancheng took the knife out of her hand, took the wet tissue next to it and wiped the blood on her palm, and then asked the bodyguard to take her to sit on the sofa.

When Qin Bohuai rushed over, he heard Sheng Mian asking, "Who are you? This is not Yujingyuan."

Fu Yancheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He took off his home clothes and leaned on the sofa next to him.

Qi Shen was anxious at the side, "Doctor Qin, does this need stitches?"

Qin Bohuai nodded and began to suture the wound skillfully.

Sheng Mian finally realized something was wrong. Her mind was in a mess, so she yelled first.

"Qi Shen?"

"Miss Sheng, I'm here."

Sheng Mian couldn't see the face, but felt that the voice was exactly the same as Qi Shen. Was this group of people good at imitating, or was she wrong?

But she was definitely sure that the floor she touched was different from that of Yujingyuan.

She groped and slowly squatted down, and touched the floor with her fingertips again.

She was startled, how could this happen?

The floor I touched now was exactly the same as Yujingyuan.

So is the man she just injured really Fu Yancheng?