Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Fu Tingyu put away the phone, never looked away from the girl, looking at the expectation in her eyes, his anger increased unabated: "If I must take you back to Jiangcheng?"

In the face of Fu Tingyu like this, Qin Shu couldn't say to go back. He just opened his mouth and said nothing. Saying it would only make him more angry.

In the heart of a man, she is like a delicate flower that can't experience any wind and rain, she can't see the blood and rain, she can protect under his wings, and she can be ignorant of the world and understand nothing.

But she didn't want to go back to Jiangcheng, nor did she go back to the past, she couldn't do anything, she was so weak that she would only drag his woman down.

She wanted him to be well, wanted to find the missing medicine for him, and didn't want him to know that the woman he wanted to care for was doing something risky.

If the man knew, he would definitely not let her go out, maybe he would look more strictly.

There was silence in the room.

Only the clock on the wall in the living room made a slight beep, making it extremely clear.

Fu Tingyu's tall and straight figure stood in front of her, like a mountain standing still. He pursed his lips, his deep eyes locked her tightly, waiting for her answer and her response.

Qin Shu couldn't bear the man's gaze a little. She lowered her eyes and saw the man's hand hanging on her side, clenched into a fist, because it was too hard, the roots of the knuckles were white, as if trying to restrain something.

She found that Fu Tingyu had changed a lot. If it were before, he would just carry her back without saying anything. He would not even listen to the explanation, because the explanation was a cover up.

Now he has learned to exercise restraint and is not so impulsive. In addition to not believing her, he has changed a lot for her.

She tried to reach out and grasp the man's clenched hand, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, breaking the silence in the guest room.

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The knock at this point must be the hotel service delivery, because Ye Luo will not knock on the door suddenly, and even if something happens, he will call in advance.

Fu Tingyu staggered the people in front of him, walked straight to the door and opened the door. The waiter outside the door was startled by the sudden coldness.

"Sir, you ordered lunch."

"Come in." Fu Tingyu released the doorknob, turned around and walked in. When passing by the girl, Qin Shu raised her head and looked at the man for a few seconds.

Fu Tingyu said: "Wash your hands for lunch."

After speaking, he took her to the bathroom.

Qin Shu followed the man's pace.

In the bathroom

Qin Shu and Fu Tingyu stood side by side in front of the sink.

The hand sanitizer is on the man's side, and she has to stretch out her hand if she wants hand sanitizer.

Fu Tingyu squeezed a few drops of hand sanitizer.

Qin Shu stretched her hand over, before touching the hand sanitizer, she was held in her heart by a big hand. Then, when she looked at the man's handsome face with no expression, she froze with her other big hand. She also pulled it over, and the hand sanitizer in the man's palm instantly covered her hands.

She lowered her eyes, looked at the man’s big hands, held her hands, and applied the hand sanitizer to her meticulousness, not letting go of her knuckles. His movements were very gentle, and his body was cold at this time. Completely different?

After applying and washing her hands, she rubbed a few times, and then held her hand under the automatic faucet. After a second, the tap water was washing her and the man's hands from top to bottom.

During the washing process, the man carefully washed her hands again.

After washing for nearly two minutes, she removed her hands and pulled out a soft towel from a small shelf on one side to wipe the drops of water on her hands.

Qin Shu raised his eyes and glanced at the man. He lowered his eyes, under his thick eyebrows, his deep eyes were cold, his moderately thick lips pressed tightly, but the movements on his hands were unusually light.

After wiping, Fu Tingyu threw the towel into the trash can, took her by the hand, and led her out of the bathroom.

From beginning to end, the man was silent.

The waiter placed the food and left the dining car.

Qin Shu followed the man to the dining table, the chair was pulled apart by the man, and she sat down on the chair.

Fu Tingyu also walked to the opposite side, pulled out the chair and sat down, picked up the clear water on the side and took a sip.

Qin Shu looked at the food placed in front of her, all she liked to eat, she was indeed hungry, but she had no appetite at all.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the man opposite. After he put down the water glass, he picked up the chopsticks on the right hand side and ate the food in front of him. He has always looked good, elegant and expensive.

She lowered her eyes, picked up the chopsticks, and casually ate the food in front of her, not wanting to affect the atmosphere on the table because of herself.

Fu Tingyu had no appetite either, he just had to eat the food mechanically, he didn't know what the taste was, and he was uncomfortable anyway.

At the table, there was a moment of silence.

After Qin Shumo finished eating the bowl of rice in front of him, he put down his chopsticks and took out a tissue to wipe the oil stains on the corners of his mouth.

Fu Tingyu also put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue, wiped the corners of his mouth, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, and called the waiter to collect the dishes.

Then he stood up and walked out of the dining room. When he passed the glass coffee table, he bent down to pick up the cigarette case and lighter on it, and walked to the balcony of the living room, closing the glass door.

The long figure was sitting on the wooden chair on the balcony, with his legs folded, his slender fingers pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and smoke overflowed from the corner of his mouth, as if to drive away some irritability.

Qin Shu sat at the dining table and watched the man leave silently. It felt like two people were in a cold war. The atmosphere felt very depressing.

She thought for a while and stood up, walked out of the dining room, and when she came to the living room, she saw a man sitting in a chair smoking a cigarette on the balcony.

It is often said that women, when they are unhappy, sad, and stressed, they can vent by crying.

Men and women are different. They don't cry easily, and they don't flick when they have tears.

When you are stressed and irritable, you will choose two things to relieve you, one is alcohol and the other is cigarettes.

No matter what it is, overdose is not good for the body.

She had only seen the way a man was crying once.

It was a previous life. She was designed by Qin Ya to cut her wrist and put it in a bathtub filled with water to create a suicide scene.

When the man rushed over to fish her out of the bathtub, she was already cold, soft and pale, without a trace of anger.

It was also the first time she saw a man cry and red eyes, showing a look of grief and rejection, as if his world had collapsed and fell into a dead silence.

A man who had never cried before, but shed tears for her, more shocked than when we first met and kissed the ugly scar on the corner of her eye.

Thinking of this, Qin Shu walked around the sofa and walked to the glass door of the balcony. He saw that the man had finished smoking a cigarette and took another cigarette from the cigarette case. When the smoke was lit and the slender knuckles removed the smoke, a faint blue smoke overflowed.

She stretched out her hand and opened the glass door, a smell of smoke rushed over her face, making her want to cough.