Chapter 112 I Will Not Divorce You. As Long as I Live, You Will Be My Mrs. Fu.
Fu Qinglun looked at her in the mist, and with a "pop" sound, a big palm was placed on the white porcelain wall beside her, and his tall and straight body pressed into her, "You."
Lin Shiyu raised her cold eyebrows, and one word escaped from her red lips, "Get out!"
Fu Qinglun's eyes were even redder, like a wild animal staring at its prey, with a sure-win light shining inside, "I'm fine here, why do you want to barge in, Lin Shiyu, you provoked me first."
The two of them were very close now, and Lin Shiyu could take a close look at his handsome face. This was the first time she took a serious look at his face. At that time, she knew that he was very handsome, with a handsome face. Flawless.
But he gave birth to a good skin in vain, because of how inferior he is in his bones.
"I say it again, get out of here. If you don't get out of here, I'll be rude to you!"
"Ha," Fu Qinglun chuckled, "I, Fu Qinglun, don't know how to write the word "gun" yet. If you have the ability, you can teach me."
Lin Shiyu narrowed her cold eyes, raised her right foot and kicked him.
He didn't get kicked because Fu Qinglun avoided it nimbly.
Fu Qinglun received the most formal education since he was a child, so he has very good skills.
The last time we were in the hotel room, he didn't expect her to know Kung Fu, so he allowed her to take advantage of him. It didn't mean that he would tolerate her like this this time.
Not only does the blood of aristocrats flow in his bones, but also the blood of cold and hard men flows.
Well!
Lin Shiyu's beautiful eyes suddenly widened, and she frowned in discomfort.
…
Half an hour later.
Putting the woman gently on the bed, Fu Qinglun took a clean black shirt and put it on her body. He placed his two palms on her sides. He looked down at her, his low and hoarse voice soft, " Does it hurt?"
Lin Shiyu turned her body sideways, buried her little face in the soft pillow and rubbed it, saying nothing.
Fu Qinglun was a little emotional, "I'll ask you again, let's talk."
Lin Shiyu kicked him, her cold voice filled with impatience, "Are you fucking mentally retarded? I'm in such pain and you still keep asking me if it hurts?"
Fu Qinglun was kicked hard in the thigh, and his handsome face suddenly turned livid. He stared at her fiercely for a few seconds and then turned over and got out of bed. He put on his pajamas and opened the door.
Someone outside the door fell in unexpectedly, "Oh, I fell to death."
It's Mrs. Fu.
Fu Qinglun, “…”
"Oh, where am I? Who am I? What am I doing?" Mrs. Fu said as she glanced at Lin Shiyu in the room, then bumped into Fu Qinglun's handsome shoulder and praised her softly.
"…mom!"
Seeing that Fu Qinglun was in a bad mood, Mrs. Fu ran back to her room and said, "Come on, son, you are the best!"
Fu Qinglun put on a black coat, took the car keys, and drove to a nearby pharmacy.
…
Ten minutes later he came back with an extra tube of ointment in his hand.
Pushing open the door to the room, the woman was still lying sideways on the bed. He took off his slippers and climbed onto the bed.
Lin Shiyu opened her eyes all of a sudden and stared at him warily.
Fu Qinglun's handsome face fell apart, and there was a hint of anger in his cold brows. He said in a stiff tone, "Why don't you complain about pain? I'll apply some ointment on you."
Only then did Lin Shiyu see an extra tube of ointment in his hand. Did he go out to buy her ointment just now?
"I'll wipe it myself."
Fu Qinglun raised his lips and sneered, "You must wipe it yourself."
“…”
"Master Fu, our marriage is abnormal to begin with. Please give me a divorce document."
Fu Qinglun stared at her, then slammed the ointment in his hand on the carpet. Not feeling it was enough, he got out of bed and kicked over a chair, "Lin Shiyu, stop dreaming, I can't Divorcing you, as long as I live, you will be my Mrs. Fu!"
This psycho!
Lin Shiyu really didn't understand his reason for not getting a divorce. He liked Lu Qier, but he tied her into this loveless marriage.