Fu Hanchuan hugged the woman's body and rubbed her chin against her head, feeling like she was doting and intimate.

This intimacy is like a net with thorns, which makes Chang Yan hurt all over her body.

This is not what she wants, she is not that woman!

Chang Yan struggled for a while: "Fu Hanchuan, I am not Su Xiang!"

This struggle made Fu Hanchuan's arm more forceful, causing her whole body to hurt.

"Don't leave, stay..."

"Accompany me..."

Both of them were still, and Chang Yan could feel her heartbeat keep accelerating in this suffocation. The smell of alcohol squirting out from his breath seemed to intoxicate her.

Her eyes were filled with petals that were slowly falling. She held her hand on her arm, leaned back slightly, and closed her eyes.

Behind him was his heartbeat that was stimulating hard. Gradually, her heartbeat rhythm also synced with him...

Her hands stroked his face and gently called his name: "Hanchuan..."

The woman's gentle voice was like a catalyst, driving the blood in the man's body.

He held her fingers and squeezed them into his palms and rubbed them, then turned her body over, and the two looked at each other.

His narrow eyes were blurred, looking at the woman under the hazy light, but he couldn't see it clearly.

His head was getting lower and lower. Chang Yan looked at the handsome face magnified in front of him, and his heart once again jumped uncontrollably.

Her eyes fell on his pursed thin lips. She knew what she was going to have. She had never experienced anything like that in her life, and was afraid and a little expectant.

He is her favorite person, she is willing.

But when she felt the burning breath spraying on her face, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Her legs became weak and she fell backwards on the sand.

The next second, she was under the pressure of her body.

Although the sand was large, the area was limited. Both of them had their legs hanging down to the ground. Chang Yan had nowhere to put their hands, so she could only press her body tightly. In panic, she turned her head and saw his arm that was supporting her neck. She looked up along the arm and saw his angular face.

At this time, he was not as cold as he used to keep people from thousands of miles away. His cheeks were red with alcohol, and even the corners of his eyes were red.

The dark pupils were full of flames, which was Gu Daiwang...

Chang Yan felt extremely thirsty in her throat. She looked at the petals falling in the air behind him, and felt that the petals turned into clusters of fire, and there were crackling sounds of burning sounds around her.

She licked her lower lip unconsciously, which was like litting a fire in the eyes of a man.

Chang Yan saw that his eyes were redder and slowly approached her...

She was nervous, closed her eyes suddenly, and her fingers tightened the sand beneath her.

Just when she thought the two were about to have close contact, she felt his breath on her face far away.

Even the weight pressing on her disappeared.

Chang Yan opened her eyes in confusion and saw Fu Hanchuan sitting on the ground. His back was leaning against the sand, one leg bent, and the other long leg was straightened.

She couldn't see his expression, and she didn't understand why he suddenly stopped.

Chang Yan sat up and turned her head to look over. The man closed his eyes and his breath was calm, as if he was asleep.

"Hanchuan, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Hanchuan slowly opened his eyes and looked straight ahead, and his low voice sounded: "Get out..."

Chang Yan's face suddenly turned red, and she felt her body's blood flowing backwards.

She bounced from the sand, her eyes shining with tears and accused: "Fu Hanchuan, what do you mean!"

The man slowly raised his head, his face still flushed with alcohol, and the corners of his eyes were also red, but there was no trace of confusion.

He stood up on the floor and sat back on the sand. Judging from his movements, he was still drunk.

"You are not her..."

Chang Yan's body shook violently, and she felt bleeding on her face, and tears fell down her face uncontrollably.

She put herself in a position where she couldn't even see it, and she accommodated him in this way, even...

Chang Yan pinched her finger and said angrily: "Fu Hanchuan, you told me not to leave!"

The man closed his eyes and did not move, as if he didn't want to look at her again.

"You're too much!"

Chang Yan bent down and picked up the coat on the ground, ran out crying.

The door slammed up and shook the empty parlor room. After that, the room became completely quiet.

Fu Hanchuan slowly opened his eyes and leaned back his head.

Under the ceiling light, the petals are transparent, clusters of light and tiny dust particles in the air are flying.

She is not her, and there is no fresh sweet taste of cod in her mouth.

...

Changjia Villa.

Chang Yan got out of the car, wiped the tears that had not dried on her face before entering the door, took a deep breath before entering the door.

Tonight, Chang Yan accompanied Mrs. Zhuo Ya to socialize. The Chang family knew that she would come back late, so they didn't pay special attention to her.

Chang Yan entered the house and walked all the way to her study.

Close the door and she walked straight towards the desk.

There was a computer on the desk. She sat quietly on the chair for a while, and her eyes fell on the computer screen...

The door rang twice, and Yang Yanqing's voice came in: "Little sister, are you back?"

The sound fell and the door opened at the same time.

Chang Yan pressed the mouse, turned her head to look over, and smiled slightly: "Sister-in-law, you are not asleep yet."

Yang Yanqing was wearing pajamas and warm and thick cotton slippers under her feet, and walked slowly.

It was just found out that she was pregnant. Chang Yi and his wife finally had a child after getting married for so long. They both attached great importance to it. Chang Yi didn't even take her out for social events, so she could take care of her baby at home and go to bed early and get up early.

Yang Yanqing said: "As soon as he woke up, he came over and took a look when he heard the sound."

She glanced at Chang Yan up and down and asked, "You just came back?"

Chang Yan smiled reluctantly. Yang Yanqing saw her red eyes and ugly smile. She frowned and asked, "What's going on with you? Why are you crying?"

Chang Yan quickly shook her head, wiped her fingers at the corners of her eyes, and squeezed her ugly smiling face: "I'm fine."

"Why is it okay? I think you are clearly in trouble. Who bullies you?"

"Aren't you with Mrs. Zhuoya?"

...

The next morning.

Fu Hanchuan's eyelids moved, and then his brows frowned.

The phone that was on the side kept making noise. He didn't open his eyes, he touched his fingers randomly, found the phone and picked it up.

"Hello……"

A lazy voice sounded, and Fu Hanchuan sat up with his split forehead. When he opened his eyes, he was slightly stunned.

This is not his bedroom, but a private room in a private cinema.

The light-impermeable curtains block all the light outside, and I don’t know when it was.

He glanced at the caller ID, wiped his face, and supported his forehead to calm his mind.

On the phone, Pei Xian stared at the videos on the Internet, and his scalp became numb.

He said, "Mr. Fu, have you read the morning news?"

He didn't dare to say anything about the video on the phone.

Pei Xian closed the page and opened another web page. The top three hot searches were all about Su Xiang.

Pei Xian felt that the doomsday was coming at this time, but it was not his, Su Xiang's, and he didn't know what to do.

Su Xiang made another negative news, and the dance competition on that platform may really be in a state of chaos.

When Fu Hanchuan heard the word "news", his frown brows could no longer be frowned. He said coldly: "What's the matter?"

Pei Xian's voice was particularly low, and he said, "Mr. Fu, this adjective may not be very good, but I can only say that..."

"The nightmare reappears..."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Xian collapsed helplessly on the seat, and the assistant beside him looked anxious: "Mr. Pei, what should I do now?"

The program originally used the method of recording and then broadcasting, but later negative news came out. In order to prevent the program from being suddenly removed from the shelves, the last few episodes temporarily adjusted the decision to use live broadcast. In the eyes of the outside world, it was thought that it was for the purpose of online click-through rate.

Judging from this explosion news, even if the last episode of the program can be broadcast smoothly, it may be criticized in the future.
To be continued...