Chapter 119 Don’t you have a mouth?

Yan Luoman heard Jiang Fanghua's voice and saw the anxious figure in front of the villa next door.

Fu Sinian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, put the phone to Yan Luoman's ear, and motioned her to speak.

"Jiang Fanghua, it's me."

Her voice was trembling.

But Jiang Fanghua was so happy that he ignored it, "Manman, are you okay? I haven't heard from you for more than a week. Are you being controlled by Fu Sinian?"

Fu Sinian's fingertips slid into his waist.

is a threat.

Yan Luoman was shocked. In fact, he didn't need to threaten her at all. Since she had read the message and knew that he had kidnapped Jiang Fanghua and Fu Yuanhong, she had already given up.

But Yan Luoman was very sensitive. She panted slightly and said, "We are..."

Her eyes were instantly filled with tears. She covered the microphone and begged Fu Sinian: "Give me some dignity."

But the voice was indifferent.

Fu Sinian paused slightly.

She took the opportunity when he paused and picked up the phone again, "Sorry, we are on our honeymoon and we don't look at our phones. You don't have to worry about me. Fu Sinian treats me very well."

"Really? Manman, I later realized that I was reckless. That day, Fu Sinian..."

Fu Sinian snatched the phone, took out his finger, and smiled faintly: "Since you know you are reckless, why don't you change?"

His voice was chilling.

He avoided the incident at Jiang Fanghua's club, but couldn't avoid the old man's birthday party.

Yan Luoman trembled slightly in his arms.

He restrained his arrogance and said, "Jiang Fanghua, if you harass my wife again, it won't be you who will call the police."

Fu Sinian hung up the phone and dragged Yan Luoman towards the bed.

He threw her on the bed, and at this moment she was like a puppet, looking at Fu Sinian quietly.

Yan Luoman didn't know what he was thinking. He couldn't muster any energy at all. It seemed like no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless. He felt a little desperate.

Seeing the dullness in her eyes, Fu Sinian restrained his temper and stopped punishing her.

He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

She didn't respond again.

He pressed his body against her as a warning.

She looked at Fu Sinian's perfect handsome face quietly, her voice as calm as dead water: "Fu Sinian, can I still go back?"

She must be crazy to irritate him at this time.

But she really wanted an answer that could give her hope, otherwise she would go crazy.

Fu Sinian looked at her quietly, unable to get angry, because she seemed to be giving up on him at this moment.

His eyes gradually turned red.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and she curled her lips lightly: "What are you afraid of?"

He didn't answer.

"Do you love me very much? Are you afraid that I will run away? Or do I have some other value? Jiang Fanghua and I are just schoolmates. What do you think he can do for me? Or are you interested in my family's real estate, which is only worth a few million?"

She doesn't understand.

If Fu Sinian was after money, he would not have let her go so easily today. The fire today not only cost eight hundred thousand yuan, but also caused the house to depreciate in value. But he didn't say a word.

She even narcissistically believed that he lifted her skirt just to see if she was hurt.

But if he loved her, why did he love her in such a perverted way?

Fu Sinian opened his mouth slightly, but finally closed it.

Yan Luoman closed his eyes in disappointment.

Fu Sinian got off her and left the fourth floor.

He took a bottle of foreign wine to the third floor, which had not been cleaned yet, and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He flipped through the address book on his mobile phone, and the screen froze on the page with the name "Ling Xiancheng".

His fingers were trembling slightly, and he ultimately did not dial the number.

I have long forgotten what my high-spirited self was like.

Perhaps he has already been Fu Sinian.

I don’t know how long it took, but only one-fifth of Fu Sinian’s bottle of pure foreign liquor was left.

He looked at the dark night sky quietly, like a sad middle school boy.

He chuckled, thinking that he was really going backwards as he grew older.

Cautious footsteps were heard behind her, and she walked towards him on the water.

He had a smile on his face. He really didn't know how she prepared herself mentally. She should have a new round of plans now!

Yan Luoman didn't see him drive away, so she went to the first floor to look for him but he wasn't there, so she went to the second and third floors to look for him.

There were still some ropes on the second floor that had not been tidied away. It seemed that this villa was really used by him to imprison people.

Previously it was in the building next door, but because Jiang Fanghua was rescued, they moved to a darker place.

As she looked at the lonely figure, she felt not secretly happy but distressed.

She knew she was seriously ill, but she didn't expect it to be so terminal.

She walked closer to him, leaned over silently and hugged his neck from behind, "Aren't we going on a trip tomorrow? Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Her voice was soft.

Fu Sinian turned his head and kissed the arm she placed on his shoulder.

She was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "How much do you love me?"

She asked, pressing on his shoulders to reach for the bottle of wine in his right hand.

He also laughed, "I don't know."

She tilted her head back and, like him, helped him finish the rest of the wine from the bottle.

It was because she had never drunk pure foreign liquor before, and she couldn't help twitching all over. It was a physical reaction that she couldn't adapt to.

Fu Sinian had no choice but to stand up, pick her up and go upstairs.

Gave her a few glasses of water.

She scratched her throat, but was afraid of feeling nauseous, so she didn't vomit in the end.

She looked up at him, her eyes red, the aftereffect of not vomiting.

"I'm done drinking, can I go to sleep now?"

Fu Sinian seemed to be drunk, his eyes were a little blurry at the moment, but seeing her eyes shining, he smiled faintly: "Would you like to take a shower together?"

Yan Luoman was stunned, "Just washing?"

His smile widened, "If you want it, I'll give it to you. If you don't want it, just wash it."

Her face turned slightly red. At this moment, Fu Sinian seemed a little drunk. His smile was warm at this moment. It was definitely the Fu Sinian she liked.

She swallowed and said, "I don't want to."

Fu Sinian's eyes were full of doting: "Okay."

Yan Luoman looked at him blankly, as if she couldn't believe that the doting was for her.

He walked towards her and picked her up.

Yan Luoman leaned on his shoulder, placed her palm on his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat, but forgot that he was sensitive there.

Fu Sinian carried her into the bathroom.

When she came out, Yan Luoman looked like a drunk woman whose body was picked up by someone. She collapsed in his arms, her face flushed as usual these days.

I don't know who took the initiative.

Or maybe someone accidentally started the fire, but in the end she became the victim.

She curled up in his arms. The alcohol was taking its toll on her. She murmured, "Fu Sinian, don't you have a mouth?"

Fu Sinian's lips fell on the top of her head without saying anything.

Perhaps because they both drank, it was the deepest night they slept in all those nights.

The next morning, there were sounds of vehicles coming and going downstairs.

Yan Luoman was woken up.

Fu Sinian was still asleep. She glanced at the dazzling sunlight and was about to shake him, but stopped and kissed him awake.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he held the back of her head with his eyes closed and deepened the kiss.

And do something that happens naturally.

She refused: "It's time to get up. When is the flight?"

Fu Sinian did not force it, "Anytime."