Chapter 43

Uncle Zhou looked at Su Mi's figure upstairs with an ambiguous smile on his face.

"Shit, uncle Zhou, can you stop laughing like that! It's so scary!" Song Zhe saw it and rubbed his arm, shaking all over.

Zhou Bo looked blankly at Song Zhe, "what's wrong with my smile?"

"Just like the procuress standing at the gate of the ancient brothel! It's so scary!" Song Zhe rubbed his arm again.

Zhou Bo, "..."

Son of a bitch!

The young master always sleeps naked and has the habit of having spring dreams. This is the time when the young master wakes up every day.

The man just woke up from that dream, and then saw a living beauty. It's hard not to happen.

OK, there is a woman around the young master at last. Is it still far from his uncle Zhou to serve the young master?

Upstairs, Su Mi came to Fu Yichen's door with the bed sheet and quilt. She knocked on the door twice and listened attentively, but there was no sound inside.

Sumi turned the handle and the door was unlocked.

She was afraid that Fu Yichen had entered the bathroom. She didn't hear the knock on the door, so she turned the next handle, opened the door and went in.

"Fu Shao?"

She shouted again, but there was still no response.

Have you got up and really went to the bathroom?

She breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the bed. Unexpectedly, as soon as she reached the foot of the bed, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the quilt and grabbed her waist.

"Ah!" Su Mi exclaimed and fell upside down on the bed.

There is no doubt that Fu Yichen had that dream again. In the dream, the woman wearing a white skirt still couldn't see her eyebrows clearly, crying and struggling, but she hooked his mind.

As usual, he suddenly had a thrill, his body trembled and struggled out of his dream.

Before waking up, he saw the woman's eyes again.

It was a pair of watery and beautiful peach blossom eyes, with innocent and clear waves. The owner of the eyes also came to him slowly in a white skirt, just like the scene in a dream.

He immediately couldn't distinguish between dream and reality!

It's her!

Get her!

Take her!

This was Fu Yichen's only thought, so he stretched out his hand, grabbed Su MI and dragged her down on the bed.

"Who are you?! who the hell are you?! say!"

His voice roared hoarsely, suppressing his anger.

This woman, who is she, is pestering him now!

This time, he won't let her run away again, never!

Fu Yichen turned over and pressed the woman's body, fearing that she would suddenly disappear like in a dream. He stared at her for a moment and asked stubbornly.

Su Mi seemed to be brought into the stove in an instant. The man's hot body burned her, and she struggled with surprise.

"Fu Shao, it's me! I'm Su MI. I'm here to change your sheets. Let go... Huh!"

Fu Yichen kissed Su Mi fiercely. The same taste was more real and sweet than in his dream. It bewitched him and attracted him.

Su Mi trembled all over, and fear and palpitation attacked her.

Su Mi's eyes widened, saw Fu Yichen's cold and handsome face, and looked into his deep eyes like black fog.

Those eyes

The night five years ago reappeared in Sumi's mind. The psychologist said that because she was difficult to accept and blocked the memory of that night, she couldn't remember the outline of the man's face at all.

But at this moment, Su Mi even felt that it coincided with five years ago.

Could it be him?

No, no, it must not.

She will not think of the beast, the devil!

Such Fu Yichen is terrible!

Su Mi found the opportunity and exclaimed, "no! Fu Shao, please let me go!"

"Let me go? You tortured me for five years. Now let me let you go? Then, who will let me go?!"

His low roar sounded in Su Mi's ear, like torture and vent with endless pain and hatred.

His tight honey skin was covered with sweat. "Who are you? Say! Who are you?"

Fu Yichen lowered his head, lowered his voice and continued to press questions.

When he asked, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and there was a cruel cold light in it. It seemed that if Su Mi didn't answer, he would jump down and bite off her neck.

He kept pressing her hands. Su Mi felt that her wrists would be broken by him. She shook her head in fear. "I'm Su MI. We met yesterday, Mr. Fu!"

She didn't know what happened to Fu Yichen and why he asked her again and again who she was.

"Sumi? Look at me!"

Fu Yichen's voice of command, with unquestionable authority.

Su Mi unconsciously raised her eyes and stared at Fu Yichen. At the moment when his eyes were opposite, his cold and handsome face flashed a fierce color. At the same time, she didn't hesitate to occupy her.

……

"Young master, why haven't you come down at seven o'clock today? It's time to go downstairs at six o'clock on weekdays. Isn't something wrong?"

Downstairs, Song Zhe looked a little ambiguous and said to Zhou Bo.

Su Mi didn't come down after she went up. She went to the man's bedroom again.

Oh, no wonder Zhou Bo smiles like a procuress. Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy.

Zhou Bo also looked nervous and excited. In this hour, he had looked upstairs more than a thousand times.

No one knows better than Zhou Bo that Fu Yichen has not been close to women since five years ago. If there is no bath hope, it is not.

It's too strange and worrying that Zhou Bo doesn't let women come near.

Whether we can cure the young master's strange disease depends on today.

Uncle Zhou couldn't stay any longer. He looked upstairs and said, "yes, I'll go up and have a look."

"I'll go too! Together!" Song Zhe said, followed by Uncle Zhou, and they sneaked upstairs.

When they arrived at Fu Yichen's door, they agreed to stick their ears to the door panel and listen to the movement inside.

"HMM... no! Please... Please let me go."

Zhou Bo's old face immediately smiled into a chrysanthemum and nodded repeatedly, thinking that it was time to stew some tonic Soup for Su MI.

Well, after tossing for so long, I have to stew some kidney tonifying Soup for the young master.

Zhou Bo took two steps with his hands on his back. When he turned his head, he saw that Song Zhe was still sticking to the door panel. He was listening vigorously, and his saliva was almost flowing out.

As soon as Zhou Bo's face sank, he walked over and grabbed Song Zhe's back collar, dragged Song Zhe and pressed his voice, "can you stop laughing like that!"

"Why did I laugh?"

"Very obscene!"

Song Zhe, "..."

"Oh, easy, you'll be strangled!"

Song Zhe shouted. Uncle Zhou looked back at Song Zhe and said, "die! Keep your voice down. Don't disturb me, young master!"

"I said Old Man Zhou, Miss Su went in at more than five o'clock, and now it's more than seven o'clock. The war is still so fierce that she won't be damaged by the young master?" Song Zhe looked at the watch on his wrist and muttered.

Zhou Bo slapped Song Zhe on the head, "so, make more soup. Young master finally fell in love with a woman, but it can't break down once. Miss Su looks too weak."

Song Zhe, "..."

Is it really good to help the tyrant?