"…"

Mo Han stood up and quickly circled behind him, her voice soft and waxy; "Are you tired? I'll press it for you."

As he spoke, a few slender fingers landed on Fu Yuchen's neck.

Fu Yuchen narrowed his eyes invisibly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a happy smile.

He slowly closed his eyes and comfortably enjoyed the reluctant service of someone from behind him.

Her fingers had a thin cocoon on them, and she gently touched his skin, feeling a crisp itch.

Fu Yuchen tried his best to relax his body.

Even so, he always felt that there was a ball of fire running wildly in his lower abdomen. He wished he could find an exit to vent his anger.

Naturally, Mo Han did not know that someone was suffering. After skillfully pressing a few times, she asked softly, "President Fu, is this strength okay?"

"En …"

The man's voice was low and deep, somewhat oppressive.

Mo Han took a deep breath and continued to press down on him, from the back of his neck to the front of his neck, and then to his temples.

Time passed very slowly, minute by minute.

Gradually, Mo Han's fingers started to feel sour and her strength started to lighten. She took a deep breath and wanted to say to Fu Yuchen that this miss would quit! Then, he strode away without looking back.

But she didn't dare!

It doesn't matter if this place isn't familiar, it's still big night, in case something happens …

When she thought of this, the last remaining thought in her mind was forcefully extinguished by her.

"Didn't you have dinner? You're so weak!" Fu Yuchen couldn't help but curse her in disgust.

Mo Han nodded, "I didn't eat."

Just as she was about to eat, Qian Yun ran over to cause trouble for her. She couldn't pull it out at all. Afterwards, she followed Fu Yuchen back here. She really wanted to find someone to bring some food over.

But she was poor!

Mo Han suddenly realized something. When people were poor, they became afraid of both hands and feet when talking and doing things.

Fu Yuchen frowned slightly and casually picked up his phone. He said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Send two steaks to House No. 1."

Finally, he warned, "Hurry!"

Mo Han was slightly stunned, and her fingertips also froze for a moment.

Before she could say anything, someone awkwardly said, "Don't think too much. I didn't order for you on purpose. I didn't eat much tonight. I'm a little hungry now."

The corner of Mo Han's mouth twitched, and she hurriedly said, "Oh!"

"Continue, don't stop!"

"Oh!"

…

On the other side, Liang Yuchen, who had been thrown away by Fu Siyi, had a stomach full of anger and could not vent his anger.

Thinking about it, she turned back to the villa in cabin number one.

Everyone knew that Fu Yuchen had publicly expressed his interest in Mo Han. Now, Mo Han was right in front of his eyes. If Mo Han decided to use her own body to kill him.

When Liang Siyi arrived at the door of the wooden house, she happened to meet the waiter who was delivering the meals and rushed to the door.

Ring the doorbell and it was Mo Han who opened the door.

Liang Siyi, the waiter who delivered the meal first, walked in without even looking at Mo Han who was standing by the door.

Mo Han was stunned for a moment, but she didn't say anything.

In the living room, Fu Yuchen opened his eyes and saw Liang Siyi sitting beside him. He frowned coldly and his expression sank. He asked unhappily, "What are you doing here?"

Liang Siyi pursed her lips and forcefully swallowed the anger in her heart, saying, "I care about my boyfriend. Can't I come and see him for a while?"

"Didn't you see it before?"

"I'm worried. I want to watch over you all night. You and Mo Han are now alone."

On this point, Liang Siyi did not want to concede, nor did he intend to concede.

The marriage between her and Fu Yuchen was decided by the two elders. If he did not want to marry her, he would have to obtain the consent of the elders of the family. She was confident that the elders of the two families would not agree to cancel the engagement.

In other words, their wedding will be held at the end of the year.

After a pause, Siyi Liang continued, pretending to be careless, "Yuchen, what happened tonight will soon spread. If you don't want to be gossiped about, I have to stay."

"Of course, you are my boyfriend. Your face is my face, and I don't want to hear anyone talk about you."

Mo Han could hear Liang Siyi's words clearly, but she didn't care at all.

She didn't even glance at Liang Siyi. After sending off the waiter who delivered the meal, she went straight to the tea table and took one of the dinners. Then she lowered her eyebrows and said, "President Fu, I won't disturb the world between you and Miss Liang anymore. I'll go back to my room to eat."

Without waiting for Fu Yuchen to agree, Mo Han turned around and walked towards her bedroom.

But just as she walked out a few steps, she heard a cold voice behind her, "Did I let you go?"

Mo Han's feet froze, and the plate in her hand almost fell to the ground.

She closed her eyes fiercely and took a long breath. Then she turned around and looked over. She took a glance and quickly lowered her eyelids. Her voice was clear and faint, "Then I'll wait for you to speak now."

Fu Yuchen lazily rolled his eyes. The depths of his eyes darkened slightly and he said, "Sit down and eat here!"

"…"

Did he find her too comfortable? Therefore, he insisted on doing so in front of Liang Siyi.

Mo Han helplessly shrugged her shoulders and deliberately replied in a light tone, "Alright, President Fu, I'll listen to you."

The corner of her eyes swept across Liang Siyi's exquisite face, only to see her face turn green with anger. Her two hands clenched together forcefully, and her gritted teeth looked like she wanted to rush forward and tear her apart.

Mo Hanwei hooked her red lips invisibly and put the plate back where it was.

Fu Yuchen also walked over and sat down opposite her.

The knives and forks occasionally collided, making a crisp sound.

When this voice fell into Liang Siyi's ears, she felt that it was especially mocking. She even felt that Mo Han was deliberately showing off to her.

Fu Yuchen cut a steak from his plate and put it into Mo Han's plate naturally. "You're too thin. Eat more!" He said casually.

"…"

Mo Han watched as the silver fork was stretched out and retracted, and her fingers holding the fork couldn't help but tighten.

She endured a sigh of relief and laughed, "President Fu, I'm not thin at all."

Fu Yuchen narrowed his eyes, his gaze thoughtfully sweeping past her body, and then said without a trace, "Is it not thin?"

Seemingly sensing the man's gaze, Mo Han was stunned, and her ears couldn't help but turn slightly hot.

She gritted her teeth, shameless!

Mo Han remained silent. Although she also wanted to anger Liang Siyi, she was not stupid. Now she felt comfortable, but what would happen next?

With Liang Siyi's gritted teeth, she wouldn't live long.

As she thought this, her right hand, which was holding the knife, couldn't help but exert more strength. A small piece of steak was quickly cut off by her, and she seemed to imagine that someone was a steak that she could slaughter.

A few minutes later, Fu Yuchen cut another steak and placed it on Mo Han's plate.

Mo Han's heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly refused, "President Fu, there's too much for me to eat."

If this continued, it was uncertain whether she would be able to leave the resort alive or not.

"Also, you came into my room last night. Why didn't you say that it would be inconvenient to live alone in the same room with a widow? Miss Mo, this is a typical case where only the state officials are allowed to set fire and no one is allowed to light lamps."

Mo Han instantly choked, and the corner of her mouth fiercely twitched.

Before she could say anything, the man in front of her narrowed his eyes and continued, "Mo Han, are you worried that you won't be able to control yourself and do something to me? After all, the matter of you hugging me to sleep has already happened. Even if something else happens, I won't be surprised!"

Mo Han only felt her cheeks burning, as if there was a burning fire roasting beside her.

The tip of his ear was also dyed red, and that red almost pierced through his ears.

Mo Han bit the corner of her lips and glared at Fu Yuchen angrily. He was too shameless! When did she carry him to bed? Well, that night was just an accident …

In the end, it was all his fault!

She fell asleep and had nightmares. She didn't know anything, but he was sober! If he really wanted to leave, how could she possibly keep him!

Well, he doesn't want to go?

Mo Han's heart trembled, his pupils contracted, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, so he volunteered.

Seeing that Mo Han was only staring at him without making a sound, Fu Yuchen unconsciously moved closer.

The next second, as if he had discovered a new continent, his thin lips hooked, and his voice was low and deep, "Mo Han, you're blushing!"

As he said this, a smile flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Mo Han was suddenly shocked and subconsciously reached out to cover her cheeks. The place her palm touched was almost hot.

She was so angry that she almost lost her mind and raised her voice, "Fu Yan …"

Before the last word "continent" could be spoken, Mo Han's mouth was already covered by a large, broad hand. Immediately after, she heard Fu Yuchen say, "Shh! Keep your voice down, don't wake Lanlan up."

Mo Han almost bit her tongue and glared at him angrily.

However, in the next moment, she realized that her waist was like her mouth, and she also had a large, wide hand.

There was a faint tendency for the strength to increase.

Mo Han closed her eyes fiercely, then nodded in submission. Her mouth was covered, and she could not say a word. She could only make an extremely grieving "wuwu wu wu" sound.

Fu Yuchen's heart skipped a beat when his gaze touched the pair of rippling apricot eyes.

He immediately let go of the hand that was covering her mouth, but the hand that was pressing on Mo Han's waist did not let go. He even made a fantastic difference and increased his strength, ruthlessly bringing her in front of him.

Mo Han was shocked and uncontrollably crashed into a sturdy wall of meat.

Pain!

She took a deep breath. Her apricot eyes were wide open, angrily glaring at the face in front of her. She lowered her voice and complained discontentedly, "Fu Yuchen, are you crazy?"

Fu Yuchen raised his head and met Mo Han's eyes.

The two of them were extremely close. He could almost see the shallow velvet on Mo Han's face and smell her shallow breathing.

For a moment, Mo Han was also stunned.

She saw her shadow in her deep black eyes and felt her cheeks burning fiercely. "You, let go first. If there's anything we need to say, let's go to the living room."

If that little fellow on the bed suddenly woke up, wouldn't she lose face?

Fu Yuchen was stunned for a moment, and as if he had been stung, he suddenly let go of the hand that was pressing on her waist.

"Alright, let's go to the living room."

Dropping his words, he took the lead and walked out.

Mo Han lowered her head and glanced at it, feeling that the piece of land that she had suppressed was bursting with heat.

She took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the strange feeling in her heart. She tucked Lanlan into the quilt and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so she closed the door and went to the living room.

Uh, where did this beer come from?

Looking at the dozen cans of beer piled on the coffee table, Mo Han blinked and looked at Fu Yuchen suspiciously.

He only saw that Fu Yuchen was holding a can in his hand. He had already opened it, and perhaps he had already drunk it. He lazily lifted his eyelids and looked at Mo Han with a pair of black eyes.

He pointed to the empty space beside him and said in an unquestionable tone, "Sit down! Drink two cans with me."