Chapter 126

Fu Siming fed him spoon by spoon. Halfway through the meal, Joan ran choked and coughed.

"Slow down."

He patted her on the back to make her comfortable.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she met her, she shrank back, immediately became alert and stared at him.

There was something about that. As long as he dared to do something else to her, she would rush at him and bite him.

"What do you think I will do?" Fu Siming looked at her with a smile.

Qiao Anran went to the beginning and didn't want to see his playful eyes, which made her feel that she was one of his playthings. She had been kept in the dark by him. Now she has recovered her memory, but she is still controlled by him and can't be free.

He scooped another spoonful of porridge, blew it on his lips, then stretched it out in front of her and said, "eat more, you haven't eaten in two days."

"No more." She didn't look at him either, and said faintly.

Now as soon as she saw the man in front of her, she felt very uncomfortable. Where did she still have an appetite to eat?

Fu Siming narrowed his eyes slightly: "you'd better be obedient."

The man's expression and tone are somewhat threatening.

Joan ran suddenly raised her head, glared at him fiercely, grabbed the atherosclerotic bowl from his hand and poured it into her mouth.

After drinking it all, she put the bowl on the table and made a "bang".

"Are you satisfied?"

"Temporarily satisfied."

Fu Siming cleaned up the bowl and left with a tray.

"Fu Siming! What you promised me... "

He had just opened the door with a lag. The cold arc is still thinking of Gu Nancheng!

He slammed the door and left.

Today, Anjie sent a lot of documents, which have been piled on his desk.

Fu Siming rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. He hasn't slept well for several days.

I can't concentrate on reading documents in my study.

He didn't understand what had happened to him. Why do you feel like you don't know what to do with Joan when you face her?

……

At dinner time, the servant came upstairs to knock on the door and asked Joan to go downstairs for dinner.

"I don't want to."

She lay in bed with an unhappy look.

Going downstairs for dinner means that she has to face Fu Siming again.

She thought it was good to stay in the room. At least she didn't have to see him all the time. She wasn't so upset.

There was a moment of silence outside. After a moment, the servant's voice came from outside the door again——

"Madam, sir, please go down."

As soon as she heard what Fu Siming meant, she was even more upset. She raised her voice and said, "I said I don't eat!"

"Sir, if you don't go down, you won't get what you want."

The servant conveyed Fu Siming's words to her. Qiao Anran was angry, but she couldn't face the man. Reluctantly, she opened the door.

Downstairs, I saw Fu Siming sitting at the table.

Hearing footsteps, he raised his head, looked at Qiao Anran calmly and said, "sit down and eat."

"What are you going to do?"

Mingming forced her to eat so much three hours ago. Where can she eat now?

Fu Siming must have been intentional, but even if she was dissatisfied and unwilling, it was useless. He wouldn't care at all.

He looked at her with a smile and said, "I just invited you to dinner with me. Is there anything wrong with that? Mrs. Fu. "

Mrs. Fu? Joan ran frowned unhappily. She has already said that she is ye Huanyan, not Qiao Anran, so Mrs. Fu's identity doesn't belong to her at all!

"Is that interesting? I don't accept Mrs. Fu's identity, and it doesn't belong to me. Your wife, Qiao Anran, is the dead man! "

"I never took that man as my wife. Only you deserve it."

Joan ran sneered. What should she say at this time? Or... What does Fu Siming want her to say?

Only she deserves it... If you change the situation, it is really an exciting love word.

But for her, these are just based on his lies, deceptive love, and how sincere can they be?

"I don't want to hear that again." Joan ran looked at him coldly and said.

The servant pulled out the chair for her. She reluctantly sat opposite the man, but she didn't move her chopsticks. She just looked at him quietly.

Fu Siming took a dish with chopsticks and fed it to her mouth. Seeing that she didn't eat, he frowned and said, "why not? Is it not to your taste? "

Joan ran was silent.

He knew the reason and asked. She didn't understand what he wanted to do and didn't want to respond. Unexpectedly, this has become an excuse for Fu Siming to attack innocent people.

"It seems that the food is really not delicious, housekeeper. Let the cook leave tomorrow."

Joan ran stared at him. What happened between her and him, why should others be involved?

"The wife had no appetite all day, so she changed it until she was satisfied."

The housekeeper stood aside, wondering whether to go or not. The family cook has worked in the Fu family for almost three years and has never made any mistakes. This

It seems that Mr. and Mrs. really quarreled.

"Fu Siming, come to me for something. Don't take it out on innocent people!" Joan ran angrily.

He did so just because she made him unhappy, so he would punish her in this way and threaten her with the fate of others.

He just smiled faintly, as if nothing had happened, and said, "have a good meal."

The tone, calm and somewhat intimate, was like a husband coaxing an angry wife.

But all this is false.

"I eat and let him stay."

"It depends on your performance."

Qiao Anran picked up his chopsticks and put a lot of dishes in his bowl.

Then, like a soulless puppet, he will only mechanically repeat eating the food into his mouth, chewing and swallowing.

Fu Siming thought he would like to see her obedient, but

Is this masochistic eating really what he wants to see?

"Joan ran, that's enough."

She didn't even lift her head and continued to eat the food in the bowl. One mouthful was not completely swallowed, but another mouthful choked his tears, but he still didn't stop.

"I've said enough!"

Fu Siming scolded angrily, and then said to the servant, "take away all the food!"

Then he went upstairs.

Joan ran put down the dishes and chopsticks and ran after them.

"Can he stay?"

It's time. What she cares about is someone else's business!

Fu Siming turned to the housekeeper and said, "there's no need to find someone."

The cook looked at Qiao Anran gratefully and said, "thank you, madam, thank you!"

Joan ran waved her hand and endured the nausea in her stomach. When she returned to the room, she immediately rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

She didn't have much appetite. In addition, the last time she ate was only three hours. She simply forced herself to eat.

After vomiting, she felt much more comfortable. The whole person had no strength. She dragged her tired body to bed and didn't want to move any more.

Although she was tired, her sleep was very light. So when Fu Siming opened the door and entered the room, she woke up.

He had tried to tread lightly, but he woke her up.

"What are you doing here?"

Joan ran looked at him warily. Even at night, her eyes still looked like cat's eyes, bright in the dark.

He felt for the switch on the wall and turned on the light.

"This is my room. I'll come and sleep, of course."

As soon as Joan ran heard this, she immediately left.

"Where are you going?"

Fu Siming took her by the arm and took her into his arms.

She didn't want to be too close to him anymore. She broke away from him and said faintly, "you said, this is your room. Since you're going to sleep, I'll go somewhere else. "

"Elsewhere?" Fu Siming asked, "go find Gu Nancheng?"

He didn't say anything. As soon as she heard the name Gu Nancheng, her reaction was a little fierce.

"Didn't you say that as long as I get well, I will see brother Nancheng?"

Brother Nancheng? Fu Siming sneered in his heart and shouted really affectionately.

"I promised you to see him, so what?"

"When will you keep your promise?" Qiao Anran asked.

"Does this have anything to do with sleeping in the same bed with you at night?" He looked at the woman in front of him discontentedly. How many times has she mentioned Gu Nancheng since she woke up?

Gu Nancheng is so important in her heart?

Joan ran stared at him. "Of course it does! Fu Siming, you should find out that I am ye Huanyan, not Qiao Anran, and ye Huanyan is not your wife. Why do you sleep in the same bed with you? "

Fu Siming darkened his eyes and didn't speak.

"You get out of the way, I want to go back to my previous room!"

Then she got out of bed.

He stopped her from leaving. She struggled so hard that he bullied her and pressed her hands and feet so that she couldn't move.

He lowered his head slowly, leaned over to her ear and said in a low dumb voice, "if I don't let you go, you can't go."

Joan ran stared at him with hatred and didn't say a word.

"I agree to let you see Gu Nancheng, but only if you listen to me. Now, I want you to sleep with me. It's that simple. "

Fu Siming looked down at the woman under him. The grievances revealed between her eyebrows upset him inexplicably.

Is he wrong?

The word "sleep" has different meanings in different contexts. What he said about sleep was just sleep, but she misinterpreted what he meant.

Qiao Anran only felt humiliated and wronged.

Fu Siming brushed his breath slightly, let go of Qiao Anran, sat down by the bed and prepared to lie down next to her.

But unexpectedly, she suddenly sat up and left him far away.

"Come here." His voice was low and dumb, and it sounded a bit of irresistible dignity.

"If you want to sleep here and don't trust me to leave this room, I'll sit next to you."

"I repeat, come here." His tone was cold again, this time with a bit of anger and threat.

Joan ran still didn't move and sat far away from him.

Fu Siming was very angry. Before she resisted, he pulled her to his side, rolled over and pressed her down, and said fiercely, "didn't you hear what I said?"

Her eyes were slightly red, and a layer of water vapor filled her eyes.

"Let go of me!" She struggled, which meant that she would rather die than surrender, but made him feel that she was an unforgivable villain.

He sneered. Since it was already like this, he was not afraid that she would hate him more.

He violently kissed her lips, her face and neck... No matter how she struggled, he just wouldn't let go.

At first, Joan ran struggled very hard, but later, she felt more and more weak, and she didn't even have the strength to scold him.

At that moment, she thought a lot.

Give in? You can never be yourself again in your life. You can only live a false life that doesn't belong to her with a false face under the identity of a dead woman?