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Then, the woman was shocked. This isn't right … Why did she believe him when he said so? Aren't you being too unprincipled!

"But I clearly saw the two of you hugging each other so intimately …"

Fu Siming made a silent gesture, then whispered into her ear, "You and I will be even more intimate."

Qiao Anxiao's entire body trembled … It had to be said that this fellow's voice was really too loud. Even though she was silently chanting the Heart Cleansing Curse in her heart, she was still unable to calm down.

Fu Siming lightly kissed her forehead, and then her cheeks and lips, moving down bit by bit. Wherever he went, it was as if a fire had been ignited on her body.

That's not right … Joanna tried to get up, but she couldn't move at all. She nervously stammered, "Fu Siming, this..." This is the study room! "

"So what?" Fu Siming raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. "What did you say last night? You said I was scum?"

Qiao Anxiao could feel a dangerous aura surrounding her. She quickly smiled and said, "No …" "No, you remembered wrong!"

"Is that so?" Fu Siming countered with a question. His hands didn't have the slightest intention of letting go of this little woman.

Qiao Anjiao nodded as if he was mashing garlic and repeatedly said, "Yes, yes! It's true! "

However, it was of no use. In the next second, Fu Siming's lips covered her beauty.

Johann's eyes widened, and his tensed body slowly relaxed under the gentle kiss of Fu Siming.

She already understood what Fu Siming was trying to do. The temperature of his entire body began to rise, but she still felt that there was something … Inappropriate.

"We... Can you go back to your room? " Joanna grabbed the man's arm nervously and looked at him piteously.

"It's fine, relax." Fu Siming no longer had the mood to change locations. This sort of mood would come once it came. There was no reason for him to hold back.

He kissed Joanna, stripped off her clothes, ran his fingertips over her skin.

Qiao Anzhi could not help but shiver. He had never tried to be in another place before. He was afraid and nervous, as well as a little expectant. When one's emotions were mixed, all the senses would be magnified and one would become sensitive. He started to feel it.

Sensing her strangeness, he smiled contentedly.

"Ugh …" Joanna couldn't help but make a sound, then shyly closed her eyes and didn't dare look at him.

"Don't hold back."

"You …" Qiao Anxiao was embarrassed and angry at the same time. It was fine as long as he knew about this kind of thing, but why did he have to say it out loud!

It was as if Fu Siming had done it on purpose. As he moved, Qiao Anxiao found it difficult to stop himself from hugging him …

After the warmth passed, Qiao Anxian looked embarrassedly at the mess on the floor. The documents on the desk were all over the floor and his clothes were all over the place.

He held her, his chin on the top of her head, his voice hoarse. "Don't ever get jealous again, you hear me? I'd rather you argued with me. "

Qiao Anyun silently cursed. Who would dare to quarrel with someone as tyrannical as him …

However, his heart felt warm. So it was just a misunderstanding last night. To Lu Yao, he had treated her like a …

He helped her dress, carried her back to her room, put her on the bed, and lay down beside her.

"Just lie down a little longer and we'll have lunch."

Hearing that it was lunch time, Joanna's stomach let out a "gulp".

Fortunately, Fu Siming wasn't so bored as to use this matter to tease her.

"Have you ever thought about what you want for your birthday?" Fu Siming suddenly asked.

Qiao Anyan was stunned and asked back, "Are you prepared to give me a present?"

"Answer my question."

"I've never thought about it …" I don't even know when my birthday is. "

She looked at Fu Siming and asked, "Do you know?"

Fu Siming shook his head. "Let's take a look at your ID card."

He found his ID card. It was dated October 14.

"So that's not the case …" Qiao Anxiao scratched his head awkwardly.

"Not what?"

"I always remember one day in my mind, September 1st. I thought it might be my birthday... " Qiao Anxiao smiled and said, "I don't know when I'll be able to regain my memories …"

Fu Siming's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but become nervous.

Sept. 1. This really isn't the birthday of the old Joanna, but maybe... What if it was from this Qiao Yifan in front of him?

"Sigh …" I really want to quickly recover my memories. " Qiao Anxiao sighed and said, "You even forgot your own birthday. Am I still me?"

"You really want to recover your memories?"

When he asked this question, he lowered his voice a little.

"Yeah." Joanna nodded heavily.

"Why?" Perhaps the three words were too straightforward, but then Fu Siming curled his lips and continued, "The past is a bad memory, why are you still thinking about it?"

Bad memories. The woman pursed her lips. To her, this was bad memories.

"No matter what happened in the past, that was something that I experienced before. Even if I don't remember it, it doesn't mean that it didn't happen. I don't want to be someone with no past. "

Fu Siming's expression gradually turned somewhat cold. Qiao Anjiao sensed that something was off with him, and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong? Don't you want me to recover my memories?"

"Nope." Fu Siming denied it flatly. After that, he didn't say anything else, and the room once again fell into silence.

Qiao Anxiao looked at the man who was just inches away from him and pursed his lips. He felt that the sudden silence was too much of a deathly stillness. Thus, he found nothing to say and asked, "Then when is your birthday?"

"I don't remember."

Qiao Yifan thought that he was joking. "You didn't lose your memory, how could you not remember?"

"It's not like it's important. Why do you need to remember?"

"Who said that the birthday wasn't important anymore?" "Birthday is not only the day you are born in this world, it is also the day of your mother's suffering. How can you say that it is not important?"

"I've never had a birthday." The man replied coldly.

Qiao Anxiao was somewhat surprised, but it was only a moment before he smiled at him. "From now on, I will pass the time for you!"

"You haven't answered me yet. What gift do you want?"

September or October, there was not much time left.

"Me …" Qiao Anxiao thought about it and replied seriously, "I don't seem to have anything I particularly want. "But if you really want to give it to me, why not …"

She had a sudden thought about what it was like to sing.

"How about what?"

"You don't need to prepare this in advance. I'll look for you on my birthday."

Seeing her mischievous smile, he darkened his eyes. Seeing her secretive look, he knew that something bad was going to happen.

After lunch, he said he was going to the company and had some business to attend to.

"Coming back for dinner?" Qiao Anyan asked subconsciously.

But to Fu Siming, this sounded like a wife looking forward to her husband's return home.

"Yes." "Yes," he said, and went out the door.

In the evening, he returned before seven. The servant made the dishes and brought them to the table.

Actually, Qiao Anyun had always felt that the dining table was too inconvenient. There were two long tables, one on each side and one on the other. He didn't even fear that he would be too quiet and be unable to hear what was being said.

Even though they were so far away, the dishes were their own. How could the two of them communicate?

So she suggested her own ideas to him.

When he heard this, he frowned slightly.

Qiao Anyun thought he was unhappy and quickly said, "Actually, I'm just saying it casually. If you don't want to, then forget it, don't worry about me."

"Butler." "Go to Furniture City tomorrow and order a smaller table back," he said.

"Eh?" Qiao Anxiao was surprised. "I was just joking. Don't waste your money!"

"Go prepare." Fu Siming didn't pay attention to what she said and said to the butler, "Do the best."

"Alright." The butler responded and then left.

"Actually, you don't have to …"

"I think for a bit, there's usually only the two of us eating dinner at home, so there's really no need."

Even though Fu Ming had said this, Qiao Anxiao still felt his heart warm. At the very least, accepting her opinion could be considered not bad.

At night, Joanna slept in his room... No, it had become a common room for husband and wife. She was his wife and he was his husband.

However, in this sleep, the woman was unable to sleep soundly.

Joanna was having nightmares, terrible nightmares that frightened her so much that she screamed and woke up with a start. Sweat had soaked her nightgown and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

"What's wrong?" When he heard her voice, he turned on the light and saw that she was still in shock.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

Joanna gasped and nodded.

"Just now …" I dreamt that I was in a car accident. " Suddenly, she looked at him with some nervousness and took hold of his arm. "Do you think this is a sign?"

"Don't let your imagination run wild, this is just a dream."

He gently pulled her into his embrace, frowning.

"Other than the accident, what else did you dream?"

Qiao Anxiao thought about it, then shook his head and said, "I can't remember."

Hearing this, Fu Siming let out a sigh of relief. He coaxed, "It's fine. Don't even think about it if you can't remember. It's just an ordinary nightmare."

The woman shook her head, trying to recall her dream. However, waves of pain assaulted her head — —

"My head hurts so much …"

"I'll take you to the hospital."

As he spoke, Fu Siming was about to get up and put on his clothes.

Johann pulled his hand and shook his head. "No need. It will be fine in a moment. You... "Give me a hug …"

Fu Siming was stunned. He immediately sat back down and hugged her.

"Alright, go to sleep."

In his warm embrace, the woman quickly fell into a peaceful sleep and did not dream for the rest of the night.

As for Fu Siming, he could no longer sleep …

He did not want this "Qiao Anzhi" to recover his memories at all, because …

What if she wanted to leave him after she recovered her memories and found her true identity?

She was his woman, and he would not let her go so easily. Since he had already become "Qiao Anjiao", he would not want to change this level of identity for the rest of his life.

He did not sleep through the night until daybreak.

The next morning, when Johann got up, he was surprised to find that Fosmin had not left yet.

Usually when she got up, he was already gone.

"You still haven't left?"

Fu Siming calmly replied, "I'll wait for you."

"Wait for me? "We're not going the same way …"

That person said indifferently, "I want to take the road, so I can take the road."

Well, it was his usual style.

The two finished their breakfast and went out together.

It was a good feeling for Joanna to feel that she and Fosmin were now like an ordinary couple.

When she got into the car, she couldn't help but laugh.

Fu Siming looked at her and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Don't you think that's good?" "Like an ordinary couple working together."

After a moment of silence, Fu Siming replied, "We were husband and wife in the first place, there's no need for us to be like each other."

Qiao Anyun was suddenly at a loss for words and then ridiculed, "Not interesting …"

This man could talk the whole world to death. If it wasn't for her, he probably would have been alone.

And what Fu Siming said next left her at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.

"As for being ordinary, you are quite ordinary. I am not ordinary. "

How could he be more narcissistic?

He asked Wu to take her to the company first, and when they reached the building below, Joanna said, "Then I'll go up first."

"Wait." The man took her arm.

"What's wrong?" Joanna turned around and saw that the man's lips were on hers, catching her off guard.

He pushed him away with a blush and said in embarrassment: "This is downstairs in the company, you …"

"Farewell, why? Just a moment ago, you said that I have no interest, but now, you're not used to it? "

"I... I won't tell you! " With that, the woman covered her face and ran into the company.

With a smile, Fu Siming returned to the group headquarters.

When the driver saw the smile on Fu Siming's face through the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but be astonished. The usually stern Director Fu was actually … Was he possessed?