923: C923 There Might be Bugs in the House

C923 There Might be Bugs in the House

Shu Lan had a dream.

In the dream, she and the man were having a great time together.

The man's deep and magnetic voice rang out again and again, calling her 'wife' by her ear. It was affectionate and gentle, causing one's heart to ripple.

His attack was so fierce that it made one unable to think and could only move along with the waves.

He raised his eyes and smiled at himself. That kind of smile...

Shu Lan suddenly opened her eyes.

Scared!

Whose face was that?

Why was the man in the dream Fu Yuntine?

Did she dream of having sex with her brother?

She had gone crazy!

Damn man, it must be because he flirted with her yesterday!

Shu Lan's face was red and her heart was beating fast. She covered her hot little face and got into bed.

She sniffed the air in the blanket and frowned slightly.

Eh, why is it different from the smell before she slept?

There seemed to be another kind of familiar smell.

It was a nice smell, with a faint peppermint smell.

That was... the smell on Fu Yuntine's body?

Cough! Cough!

He had to die!

Why did he have to think of him again?

Shu Lan was embarrassed and angry. She quickly sat up and cried out in pain.

Her waist seemed to be a little soft and there seemed to be some pain at the bottom of her thigh.

What was going on?

Was it because he was too tired from visiting the garden yesterday?

It seemed like he had to exercise more normally.

Shu Lan shook her head and did not think too much about it.

She patted her sore waist and got off the bed. She opened the door and prepared to wash up.

She did not know at all that she would be like this because someone stole the incense.

In the washroom, Gu Luoluo was brushing her teeth. When she saw Shu Lan come in, she greeted her.

"Morning."

"Morning, Luoluo.."

Shu Lan squeezed the toothpaste and smiled at Gu Luoluo, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad. How about you?"

"Not bad."

It was just a spring dream.

Shu Lan brushed her teeth and did not have the nerve to say it out loud.

Gu Luoluo spat out a mouthful of white foam and inadvertently glanced over. When she saw Shu Lan's neck exposed when she lowered her head, she was stunned and stunned.

"Shu Lan, last night, you..."

"Hmm?"

Shu Lan blinked her eyes and looked at Gu Luoluo suspiciously.

Gu Luoluo opened her mouth and wanted to say something but stopped herself.

Finally, she smiled, "It's nothing. There might be bugs in your room. Tonight I will ask the butler to spray some pesticides in your room."

The few red marks on her neck were obviously sucked out by the man.

Then, did she know that Fu Yuntine had snuck into her room last night?

From the looks of it, she did not seem to know.

This Fu Yuntine was quite good at playing.

"There are bugs in the room? How can that be?"

Shu Lan felt strange and looked into the mirror. Only then did she realize that there were a few red marks on her neck.

"Ah, why is my neck red? There really are bugs?"

"Yes."

And it's a big bug!

Gu Luoluo found it funny in her heart. She only admired a certain man's mental fortitude.

She did not know how he left a mark on Shu Lan's body without anyone noticing.

The two of them washed up and changed their clothes before going downstairs.

In the restaurant downstairs, Old Madam Fu was playing with Mrs Zhang's child in the baby carriage while Fu Yuntine, who was reading the news, was sitting by the side.

Shu Lan and Gu Luoluo greeted Old Madam Fu. Old Madam Fu smiled and said, "You guys got up? Quickly come and eat breakfast."

"Okay."

Shu Lan and Gu Luoluo replied with a smile and sat at the dining table.

"Lan, did you sleep well last night?" Old Madam Fu asked.

"Pretty good. I didn't recognize the bed."1

Shu Lan smiled and did not say much.

Fu Yuntine's gaze lingered on her neck and his dark eyes revealed a trace of evil.

Gu Luoluo who was at the side watched with her nose and nose as she quietly ate breakfast.

In her heart, she was silently looking forward to how Fu Yuntine would play next.

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