There was no reason. After entering the house, she asked him to take a shower first, and she helped him take off his coat.

Because his injured hand was bandaged with gauze, she accompanied him to the bathroom to fill the water and squeeze out toothpaste.

During this period, he never touched his coat.

Most probably on the way back, he secretly put the note in the car.

She immediately decided to wait until he fell asleep and then went to the car to look for him.

"Fu Yuan'er!" At this time, Cheng Zitong's voice came from the bathroom.

I just agreed to let her help squeeze out the shower gel and shampoo.

She could only temporarily put down her coat, push the door open and walk into the bathroom. When she looked up, her cheeks immediately turned red.

Although the two had met frankly many times, she was still a little embarrassed when she suddenly saw his whole body in full view...

Why did he, a businessman, train his muscles so well when he had nothing to do? Wasn't this a test of her determination!

He didn't seem to think anything of it. He opened his arms generously and motioned for her to apply soap on him.

"Both of your hands are injured?" She looked at him speechlessly.

"The law of habit, as long as I apply soap on one hand, the other hand will also be soaped."

Fu Yuan'er recalled that she had seen Murphy's Law and the Broken Window Effect, but she had no impression of the so-called Law of Habit.

"How about I tie your injured hand to the side?" Fu Yuan'er thought of a way, "You will get used to it after two days, and you won't need to use your injured hand when applying soap."

"Fu Yuan'er, is this how you treat your savior?"

"You are its lifesaver," she pointed to her belly, "I want to ask for reward after it is born."

A smirk suddenly appeared on his lips: "Fu Yuan'er, are you scared?"

"afraid of what?"

"If you are too close to me, you will think of things you shouldn't think of."

"I won't... stop being narcissistic," she said, her face getting redder and redder. "Who do you think you are, and do you think you are so attractive..."

"Then why are you hesitating?"

Fu Yuan'er bit her lip angrily, yes, isn't it just applying soap?

She took the soap in her hand, strode in front of him, and began to apply it on his skin.

The soap slid over his strong upper body muscles, exuding waves of light fragrance, just like what she usually smelled on him...

Under the warm light, his firm skin, strong figure and thick chest all exuded fatal attraction... The images of the entangled figures in the past kept reappearing in her mind, the thin and rapid breathing, the low

The unbearable moans seemed to be in my ears.

The soap in Fu Yuan'er's hand stopped at his waist. She lowered her head and remained motionless. She needed to calm down.

"What's wrong?" His low voice came to my ears.

She raised her head, and her eyes first touched his thin lips... His lips had just been washed with water. They were red and firm and full, like a velvet cake that wanted to be taken a bite.

Fu Yuan'er was frightened by her own thoughts. How could she have such an impulse? She is now a pregnant woman.

In a panic, his chin was suddenly pinched by a strong hand and then lifted up.

She was forced to look into his deep eyes, and there were two dark fires burning in the depths of his eyes.

She understood what it meant, but, "Well..." Her lips were already captured.

He is always so aggressive and wants to take possession of everything at once.

She couldn't think about it and couldn't resist it, because she wanted it so much.

Suddenly, she was carried onto the sink, and her clothes fell to the floor one by one.

"Child..." She still had a trace of reason left.

"I'll be gentler." He said in her ear, and the constant spray of hot air directly burned her last trace of reason to ashes...

However, the noise tonight did not last long.

In the final analysis, both of them were afraid of hurting their children.

Fu Yuan'er was lying on the bed drowsily... He obviously had reservations, why did she still feel so tired?

Drowsily, she heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Is he taking a shower?

Why doesn't he want her help?

At least he saved her once. She really didn't help. How could her kind heart be so contented?

So she insisted on getting up, went outside the bathroom and pushed the door open, and then she was stunned.

I saw Cheng Zitong raising his injured hand high, applying soap and flushing water with the other hand, and he was flexible and without any difficulty...

Therefore, his previous appearance of saying that this was not possible and that was not possible was all just to show her...

"Cheng Zitong!" She suddenly became energetic.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Zitong turned around and raised his hand to wipe away the water drops on his face.

"What's wrong? Wasn't it enough just now?" The corner of his lips curled up with a hint of evil charm.

"You lied to me!" she complained angrily.

"What did I lie to you about?" he asked, calmly.

"You lied to me, you..." This was really hard to say.

"Did I lie to you to go to the sink?" He said it for her, "But I remember someone just hugged my neck and refused to let go..."

He pulled his neck again: "Who left the red mark here, and..."

"Cheng Zitong, shut up!" Fu Yuan'er turned red with embarrassment and ran away.

Cheng Zitong's eyes were full of doting smiles.

Fu Yuan'er returned to bed and soon heard his footsteps coming this way. She quickly got into bed and covered herself completely with the quilt.

The mattress vibrated slightly and he lay next to her.

He didn't peel off the quilt from her, but inserted his uninjured hand from the side of the quilt and touched her lower abdomen.

Just so gently, the warmth in the palm of her hand penetrated through the fabric of her clothes, soaking into her skin bit by bit, reaching the depths of her soul.

Her anger was dissipated by the warmth, and she gradually poked her eyes out from under the quilt.

Unprepared, she ran into his eyes... He kept looking at her.

Fu Yuan'er's heart almost softened into a ball of cotton, but she still had doubts, was he pretending to be so gentle?

Does he treat her well to make her feel more guilty?

"Feeling sick in your stomach?" He noticed that she was distracted.

She turned her black and white eyes to look at him, "Why are you and Yu Lingfei together tonight?"

She felt she should ask.

"She introduced Mr. Ou to him," he answered her. "You have also heard that Mr. Ou and I have business dealings."

Fu Yuan'er's heart sank. Yes, he should be selling off some of the company's assets.

And today, in order to help her, he lowered the price for Ou Lao.

"Why did you help me? What I gave was just a press release, but what you lost was a large amount of cash."

Cheng Zitong chuckled, with disapproval in his eyes, "It's just money...that's all."

"Am I more important than money in your eyes?" she asked.

"Yes." He answered without thinking.

Such a firm confession, Fu Yuan'er couldn't feel a trace of joy.

She thought about the whole thing tonight, and suddenly felt strongly that it might be a conspiracy.

Why did Yu Hui readily agree to Yan Yan and take her to meet Mr. Ou?

And why was it so coincidental that Cheng Zitong and Yu Lingfei just came out of the room before she and Yu Hui went to see Mr. Ou?

When her conversation with Mr. Ou reached an impasse, how could he come in so promptly?

When a spider weaves a web, it counts every knot carefully, and then continues to weave the web outward at each node, eventually turning it into a precise trap that goes and never returns.

He's spinning a web too, isn't he?

"Why did you go to see Mr. Ou?" Suddenly I heard him ask.

"In order to publish the article smoothly," she replied.

He remained silent, obviously her answer did not resolve his real doubts.

In order to publish the article, he knew it. Wasn't it him who accomplished the matter?
To be continued...