C19 You Got Me Followed Right?

Her face drained of color, her nails digging into the man's muscles, her heart in her throat.

Suddenly, the car was miraculously hit in another direction, and it went back to the right track.

It was a one-hour drive, but it was compressed by a man into half an hour.

When they reached the Hua Chuan villa, the car suddenly stopped in front of the door.

A chill ran down Fu Jiu's spine as he leaned against the passenger seat. He looked at Pei Chuan with lingering fear in his eyes. A mocking smile appeared on his face as his anger reached its peak. He extended a hand to open the door, but was locked inside the carriage by a man, unable to move.

"Let me out!"

"Are you going to let me out!?"

Fu Jiu pulled his hair in frustration. His scalp ached as he ruthlessly kicked towards the car door!

Bang!

"Hiss ~"

Fu Jiu's ankle was in so much pain that he sucked in a breath of cold air. He bent his waist and bent down. Because his movements were too big, he pulled on the ankle. Suddenly, his stomach began to hurt.

Because he hadn't eaten breakfast and hadn't seen Jing Chu for a long time, Fu Jiu's stomach had long since emptied as they chatted until he forgot to eat lunch.

A strong sense of exhaustion was also revealed between his brows.

"Humph!"

She lowered her head in pain, gasping for breath, curled up in the driver's seat, not wanting to move. Sweat was running down her forehead, and she didn't bother to wipe it off.

Pei Chuan wanted to kill her because of the pain.

She endured.

Seeing that she was no longer a demon, Pei Chuan started the car and said in a cold voice, "Be obedient and sit in the car or don't blame me for being rude to you right now!"

Fu Jiu smiled silently. He no longer resisted Pei Chuan and did not have any strength left either.

Pei Chuan slowly parked the car and allowed the sound of thunder to reverberate in his ears. Lightning flashed in his pupils and took the umbrella from the servant after a long while.

The maid obviously didn't know there was someone else in the car, so she only took an umbrella.

Fu Jiu opened his eyes a crack. He raised his arm and pushed open the door of the car. He then walked toward the villa.

The moment her high heels landed on the ground, her legs became so sore that both of them directly fell to the ground. Her knees were cut by small stones, and her pure-white dress was also beaten badly by the rain-mixed mud.

Her tears, mixed with the rain, fell into the corners of her lips. It was extremely bitter.

Pei Chuan waved for the maid to leave and walked towards Fu Jiu with his black umbrella. Seeing that Fu Jiu was still half-kneeling, Pei Chuan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Little Jiu, do you want to leave by yourself or do you want me to carry you?"

Fu Jiu, "…"

She slightly moved her body, her stomach twitching in pain.

Pei Chuan furrowed his brows, he seemed to have realized that something was amiss.

"Xiao Jiu …" "Damn it!"

He quickly bent over and pulled the woman into his embrace. His large palm touched her cold and trembling back. His cold face seemed to be filled with some unknown emotion. He threw away the umbrella, picked up the woman, and quickly walked into the villa.

Seeing that the butler had returned with Miss Fu, he hurriedly went forward to await his anger. Pei Chuan then instructed him coldly, "Call the Pei family's doctor and bring him another bowl of ginger soup."

Fu Jiu was still weak. When he saw Pei Chuan carry her upstairs, he frowned but did not have the courage to interrogate her again. This man's methods were too ruthless, and she could not take it anymore.

Pei Chuan personally adjusted the warm water and turned around to see Fu Jiu leaning on the bed.

When he reached out his finger towards the button in front of her, Fu Li frowned as if he was resisting, and quickly held onto Pei Chuan's rough palm: "I … I'll do it myself. "

"Are you sure you can do it yourself?" Pei Chuan scoffed coldly. He was probably too impatient. When he tore off her shirt, he became extremely rude. He picked up her wine cup and threw it into the bathroom.

The bathroom was steaming hot. The confined space was suffused with a vague and ambiguous feeling, which enveloped the two of them.

Hot water came from all directions, and a wave of warmth spread to her limbs and bones. Her face was gradually flushed red from the smoke, and the pain in her stomach had also been alleviated by quite a bit.

Pei Chuan carefully wiped Fu Jiu's body, his ice-cold fingertip brushing against her trembling skin before submerging into the warm water.

"Yes …"

"What?"

Fu Jiu didn't think that he would lose so much face.

She turned her face to meet the man's bottomless pupils. The man was still wearing his well-ironed suit and his hair was slightly wet in front of his forehead.

"Heh …" The man chuckled. "You want it that much? Your bamboo horse doesn't satisfy you? "

Hearing the sarcasm, Fu Jiu frowned and tried to withdraw his wrist from the man's palm.

At the same time, the man felt the soft, boneless little hand about to pull back. Anger flitted across his black eyes before he suddenly became angry. He then lowered his head and kissed the hand.

She subconsciously frowned. The more she pushed, the fiercer the kiss became.

She didn't dare to move. In the end, she could only let him go.

When Fu Jiu felt that he might suffocate from the kiss, she was finally released by the man. The voice beside her was deep and low as she warned, "Five minutes, wash yourself well. Don't let me call you for a second time."

With that, Pei Chuan turned around and left the bathroom.

She pressed her hand to her chest, breathing, suppressing a deeper irritation.

He was the financial backer.

She didn't argue with him, so she took a quick hot bath and went out.

On the table, there was the warm soup, and the fragrance wafted into his nose.

The porridge was very fragrant, the lily glutinous rice mixed with bright red medlar was also very beautiful, the rest of the dishes looked very sumptuous, but she had no appetite.

Pei Chuan opened his mouth to speak but his tone remained cold. She felt an indescribable boredom in her ears. Lowering her head to look at Spoon, she pursed her lips without moving, "Pei Chuan, you got someone to follow me, right?"