Love You To The Bones

"Shen Zichuan, what are you doing in my room? My sick and delicate sister lying in the hospital needs your company more than I do. How can she be willing to let you come back?"

Fang Xiaoran hooked her lips and smiled sarcastically.

She has a self-knowledge that Shen Zichuan returned to the villa before 8 p.m. and certainly didn't come to send warmth and care to her.

He thought so in his heart, but when he looked at the man with his cold eyes, Fang Xiaoran couldn't help feeling sad and disappointed from the bottom of her heart.

Standing in the middle of the guest room, Shen Zichuan heard the sound behind him. His thin lips hooked a smile like arc and turned to look at it.

Seeing the large and small bags and piles of women's skin care products and clothes in her hand, she didn't find the men's intimate clothes, so she concluded that she asked Xiao Huange to hand them over to Xiao Jingcheng. The center of her eyebrows jumped hard and narrowed her narrow eyes.

The action of squinting is very slow, just like the slow lens in the film, slowly covering the ferocity that suddenly appears in the depths of the bottom of the eyes.

"Back!"

The man's indifferent words made Fang Xiaoran's fingertips numb.

She forced herself to be calm, passed by him, put the packaging bag that made her fingers red on the sofa, looked back and raised a polite smile towards Shen Zichuan, "when everything is safe, you never take the initiative to come to me. Say, what's the matter with me?"

Shen Zichuan has never looked away from her face since she entered the door, and now she is.

He walked slowly to the door, closed the door of the guest room and put down the lock.

Then, he slowly turned his cold and tall body, and chaofang Xiaoran walked straight past, wrapped in cruelty and coldness, and forced her step by step.

Fang Xiaoran was forced to retreat step by step by the cold feeling that he could immerse in his bones, and there was no way to retreat until he retreated to the wall.

But she stubbornly straightened her back, pressed her body tightly against the cold wall, and calmly looked at the man who hated and hated her, but she was crazy and infatuated with her.

The soft and pale lips closed tightly, waiting for him to open his mouth and cruelly slow her heart.

Shen Zichuan slightly screwed up his long dark eyebrows and took a deep breath of smoke.

After smoking a cigarette, he gracefully threw it into the fruit suitcase, and then lifted his eyes. A pair of deep eyes became cold and aggressive.

He stared at Fang Xiaoran with such eyes. His big palm slowly squeezed her thin chin and used force, "if Yan Rong really died of rejection, are you very satisfied?"

"Of course I'm satisfied with the death of a woman who spends all day trying to rob my husband."

Fang Xiaoran was so hurt that she didn't dare to breathe hard, but her white face smiled, and then said, "Shen Zichuan, did you come to me so soon because my dear sister is dying?"

"Yan Rong is dead. Can you still live well until now?"

The man with soft orange light on his back, wrapped in a black shirt and black trousers, trembled slightly because of the sneer on his lips, and his whole body was cold and compassionate.

"Good people don't live long, bad people leave thousands of years. Shen Zichuan, you can take a hundred hearts. My acting sister doesn't die so easily!"

"Yan Rong is your sister. The Fang family has never treated you badly. Are you so cruel?"

Shen Zichuan looked at Fang Xiaoran, and a cynical expression appeared on her face. She only felt that when the woman who had been crazy for him changed, she became indifferent to everything, and became lifeless and energetic.

He has done so many outrageous things, but he still has an innocent face. Sometimes, he really wants to dig out the woman's heart and see what color it is.

Fang Xiaoran endured the stinging pain from her mandible and smiled bitterly, "yes, I am such a cruel woman. If you can't accept it, you can divorce me immediately and marry a kind woman you can accept! I've given you a chance for four years. You didn't cherish it!

Shen Zichuan, I tell you, even if you are willing to let go, I will never divorce! As for the reason why I insist, I have told you, so I won't repeat it.

I still say, "if you want to marry Fang Yanrong as you wish, unless I die or you lose your spouse!"

It is said that she would rather die than divorce him. Although it was for fighting spirit and for diaphragmatic response to Fang Yanrong and himself, Shen Zichuan's anger dissipated inexplicably.

As soon as the anger dissipated, the man whose body had been vegetarian for many days and didn't eat meat, his dark vision couldn't help sticking to Fang Xiaoran's pink and white neck, and the snow-white round radian exposed by her open neckline

Discontent and hostility all dissipated. Only with the man's instinctive impulse, he covered her softness with one hand. As soon as he bowed his head, he could not refuse to kiss Xiaoran's bright red lips above!

"Oh!"

Fang Xiaoran gasped in pain, and his face showed obvious panic. "Shen Zichuan, don't mess around."

"Mess! Fang Xiaoran, I should have messed with you long ago!"

Shen Zichuan's body stood like a tall and straight pine, pressed against her, and forcefully squeezed her chin like she lost her reason, forcing her to open two slightly bloodless lips. Suddenly, she remembered that she had a cold and a high fever. Her weak body must not be able to withstand his next strong entry!

With a low curse, he bit her snow-white neck fiercely.

Fang Xiaoran groaned in pain. She thought Shen Zichuan would not let her go this time, but her body suddenly lost its center of gravity and fell on the soft bed.

Just when she was stunned, the man's slender and straight body was pressed next to her, and his soft waist was firmly bound by a powerful arm.

"Sleep with me!"

Shen Zichuan breathed low, but his indifferent tone contained a strong voice that could not be rejected.

Fang Xiaoran couldn't move, but had to succumb to the man's accumulated prestige. Her eyes stared at his handsome and perfect side face for a moment, upset.

At the same time, Fang Yanrong's ward suddenly broke into many aggressive strangers, and even many tabloid journalists carrying long guns and short guns.

"Miss Fang Er, are you having an affair with your brother-in-law behind your sister's back?"

"Thanks to you, you are still a high-class celebrity. You are shameless to collude with your brother-in-law. You are a scum among women and a fighter among scum!"

"Yes, I have no shame at all. What a shame! If I had a sister like you, I would have dragged her out and killed her with a stick."

Fang Yanrong was so angry that she trembled and screamed sharply, "slander, all slander! Which newspaper reporters are you? Who pays you to slander me? Get out, get out!"

A reporter sneered, "Oh, tell us to get out. I think Miss Fang is guilty! There are thousands of beautiful women in Tongcheng. Why don't you say you hook up with your brother-in-law without talking about others? I see, flies don't bite seamless eggs. If you don't do these dirty things, you won't be caught on the scene and posted online."

"That is, a shameless woman like this should die early and be reborn early, so as not to pollute the air and the atmosphere!"

Fang Yan was a little angry and shouted, "go away, you all go away!"

The noisy noise attracted a large number of onlookers. Soon, most people turned their disgusting eyes on Fang Yanrong, talked and pointed.

I don't know who took the lead in smashing the half eaten steamed stuffed bun on Fang Yanrong's face. Soon, it seemed to touch a bad nerve of everyone. They threw the newspaper, soup and half eaten apples on Fang Yanrong!

Not long after, Fang Yanrong was full of all kinds of bad smell, fell to the ground in embarrassment, and her eyes were red and pathetic.

I don't know how long it took for reporters and melon eaters to get psychological satisfaction before they turned around and left the ward.

Fang Yanrong put out her hand to wipe off the unpleasant stains on her face, raised her head and smiled with Yin pity.