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Ji Rou stared at the photo for a while and then got up and went upstairs.
After returning to her room, she took out the folder that Fu Jingsi gave her a few days ago from the drawer of the bedside table.
After he gave it to her that night, she hasn’t made a plane ticket, passport, visa, offer, bank card … everything going abroad is in it.
I have to say that Fu Jingsi’s business is really big. She must have been determined to send her away by helping her with all the formalities in such a short time.
Thought of here, Ji Rou laughed and his whole shoulder trembled, and his face was full of tears unconsciously.
It is because she is naive that she remembers every promise so clearly. She will always remember what he taught her-a man can’t be trusted when he talks in bed.
Ji Rou put the plane ticket away, took out her suitcase and packed it on the ground for a whole afternoon. Almost all the cabinets were filled with Ji Rou’s things, not as many as other girls. For so many years, she didn’t buy anything except the necessities of life. Although Fu Jingsi never deducted money from her, she still lived frugally.
Jirou was full of sweat when she packed her suitcase. She raised her hand and wiped her sweat. She looked at the swinging wardrobe and her nose was sour. She lived in this bedroom for more than ten years and had too many memories to leave. It was not an easy task.
Season softly took a sniffle to hold back tears and turned and walked into the bathroom.
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In the evening, Fu Jingsi came home from the company and looked at the chest swinging in the living room as if it were blocked by something, which made him breathless.
For more than half a year, Fu Jingsi has become accustomed to seeing her first after taking the door. After thinking about it, no one will wait for him to go home, and he will feel uncomfortable.
From now on, he is her during the day? At night, they will make friends again.
He didn’t react until now. She was out of meaning this time.
Thought of here, Fu Jingsi felt a throbbing pain in his chest. He clenched his fist and strode towards Lou Jirou’s bedroom.
Fu Jingsi pushed the bedroom door the second Ji Rou just finished blowing her hair and put the hair dryer in.
When Ji Rou looked up at Fu Jingsi’s eyes consciously, she froze in place for a long time without returning to absolute being.
As soon as Fu Jingsi entered the bedroom, she saw two suitcases, one large and one small, which were placed at the door. The things on the table had been completely collected by her. The usual warmth in the bedroom was gone, and there was a bed in it, which made people feel cold.
Fu Jingsi slowly approached her and finally stopped in front of her. He bent down and stared at her intently as if he wanted to see through her mind through this gaze.
Season is soft by his uncomfortable consciously back.
Fu Jingsi saw through her intentions and pushed her down on the bed, and people followed suit.
From the moment he appeared, Jirou was pretending to be calm. Fu Jingsi defeated her psychological defense after the move-
"Fu Jingsi, let me go!" Jirou raised his hand and pushed him hard. His voice was shaking.
Fear, humiliation and panic came at the same time, which almost washed her away.
How can he be so intimate with her after saying that? Is she a tool for him to play anytime and anywhere in his heart?
Ji Ruan’s strength is not a threat to Fu Jingsi. He presses his whole body weight to her body, grabs her with one hand, raises his hands over his head and bows his head to kiss her.
Jirou reacted quickly and turned his head to one side to avoid him successfully.
"Don’t touch me …" Ji Rou was so excited that her tears had fallen. Even so, she shouted hysterically at him, "Fu Jingsi, you are disgusting!"
There are six words on the ground, each of which is like a knife in his heart.
The little girl who used to be spoiled and asked him to sleep every night now thinks he is disgusting. She has resisted so fiercely before he touched her-
Fu Jingsi, you are so sad. He hooked his mouth and laughed at himself at the bottom of his heart.
But the manual still didn’t stop.
He pinched her, chewed her lips hard and sucked as if to rip her apart.
Fu Jingsi’s kiss is as strong as ever. He always does this. Any kiss can give off sparks. It feels like her reaction is like touching-
The saddest thing is that his body reacts to him uncontrollably after being injured properly.
After a kiss, Jirou had no strength to struggle. She was lying on his body, panting and blushing.
"Is it still disgusting?" Fu Jingsi looked at her and crazy in love looked like a heavy and asked.
"Fu Jingsi, what do you want?" Jirou is falling apart. They’re over, aren’t they? His fiancee is so beautiful that they can-
"Don’t you know what I want?" Fu Jingsi’s mood has been very calm, but the blue veins on his forehead betrayed him.
All this time, he kept telling himself not to touch her, not to touch her.
It was not until today that he realized that if he didn’t do it, there would be no chance.
He never belonged to him after he was a little girl
Fu Jingsi put his hand on Ji Rou’s face and remained motionless. He stared at her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "Things are so clean that you can’t wait to leave, huh?"
"Fu Shu, don’t you think it’s redundant to ask this question?" Ji Rou looked at his eyes and smiled sarcastically. "You said I had enough sleep and told me to fuck off. Do you dare not listen to me? My life is yours. Let me die, and I have to die, right? Psst-"
Fu Jingsi squeezed her chest before her voice fell.
Jirou saw anger from his eyes, which made him feel some revenge.
She felt that her mind seemed distorted, knowing that annoying him would not lead to any good results, but she just wanted to fight with him to make a larger foe.
Killing one thousand enemies will ruin a hundred.
Fu Jingsi tore her clothes and bowed her head and bit her ear "Don’t call me Fu Shu"