morbidly addicted

Chapter 179 Waking up

The next morning Fu Jingxing woke up first, a good sleep made him refreshed, and the soft woman in his arms made him feel refreshed.

The little fairy's sleeping face was restless, her brows were frowned, and she looked preoccupied.

He stretched out a finger to smooth it out, and planted a kiss on it.

"Get up, wife."

Li Jingman was disturbed and opened his eyes, and stared at the man for a while, then regained his clarity.

"what time is it now?"

Fu Jingxing turned on his phone and looked at it: "It's half past five."

He sat up neatly and walked to the bathroom: "This time is just right, we will pick up Qianqian after breakfast."

Li Jingman was dizzy, and he could vaguely remember some of the contents of his dream last night. Seeing Fu Jingxing at this time, he always had the urge to slap him twice.

She turned over in the quilt and didn't look at him. Five thirty was outrageous for her. Her normal wake up time was eight o'clock.

She buried her head in the quilt, ready to go back to sleep: "I don't eat breakfast, you come back and call me after you finish your meal."

Fu Jingxing pulled her out of the quilt amusedly after washing up by himself: "It's not a few minutes, get up, be obedient."

Most dreamers have difficulty waking up, and the quality of sleep is not high. Li Jingman was so sleepy that he didn't even bother to open his eyes.

Fu Jingxing carried her skillfully to the bathroom, helped her wash her hands and face, and squeezed out toothpaste on the hotel's disposable toothbrush.

"Honey, open your mouth."

Li Jingman closed his eyes and leaned against his arms, cooperating unconsciously, his mind was still asleep.

Fu Jingxing supported her against the bathroom wall, brushed her teeth delicately, and passed a cup to her lips after a while.

"Take a sip and keep it in your mouth."

She did so in a daze, and her lips touched the rim of the cup again.

"Rinse your mouth and spit it out."

She continued to do so, Fu Jingxing asked her to repeat the action of rinsing her mouth again, and suddenly lowered her voice.

"Let me enjoy the fruits of my labor?"

Li Jingman felt that he pinched his left and right cheeks, and opened his mouth cooperatively.

In the next second, the man's warm breath transitioned from his body to her body, and the faint mint smell swept across her entire mouth, taking away all the remaining drowsiness in her.

……

He Chiyan received the notice from Mr. Fu that he was going to pick up the young master early in the morning, so he had already waited outside with someone.

He arrived ten minutes early, but Fu Jingxing and Li Jingman were five minutes later than he expected.

The two are holding hands, their fingers clasped together, and they seem very intimate at first glance.

Fu Jingxing had his usual smile on his face, while Li Jingman's breath was a little bit colder than yesterday.

One of the auras presented by these two people is that the flowers are blooming in spring, and the other is the cold icy rain slapping their faces indiscriminately.

The ultimate contradiction, but strange harmony.

He Chiyan has long been used to his husband's worthless style of painting: "Good morning, sir and madam."

Fu Jingxing hooked his lips back to him: "Morning."

Li Jingman really started to wake up when he saw He Chiyan, and suddenly remembered the message he read before going to bed last night, and reminded Fu Jingxing after getting in the car.

"Someone sent you a message when I was using your mobile phone yesterday, remember to read it."

Hearing this, Fu Jingxing took out his mobile phone in front of her: "Which one?"

It was only then that Li Jingman realized that Fu Jingxing's WeChat message had added more than a dozen messages in one night. She swiped a few times and found the female student's WeChat message at the bottom.

"This, Xin Tian."

Fu Jingxing was stunned when he heard the name, and raised his eyes slightly to look at her. Seeing that Li Jingman's expression was extremely calm, he looked down at the message again.

After a quick glance, he frowned and turned back in front of Li Jingman.

【No time to. 】

Li Jingman asked directly: "Is she the girl who was photographed by the media with you?"

Fu Jingxing pinched her chin: "There is a reason for this, don't think too much about it."

Li Jingman opened his hand and said calmly, "I believe in you."

Fu Jingxing wanted to explain a few more sentences, but the incident in Jiangcheng involved her father, so she couldn't explain a sentence or two before the whole case was exposed.

If she insisted that her father was killed by him again, he would not be able to produce any evidence to prove his innocence.

One more thing is worse than one less thing, he finally chose to shut up.

The road outside the car was empty, and there were very few vehicles passing by. Except for one or two sanitation workers, there was only the early morning fog on the street.

The trees on both sides of the street were blown off by the cold wind, leaving only bare branches.

A withered and withered scene, silent and deserted.

Li Jingman looked out of the car in a daze.

Fu Jingxing stared at her clear and beautiful side face, simply admiring his wife's prosperous beauty.

In the end, neither of the two spoke again, and went downstairs to Li Jingman's house in silence.

Li Jingman's expression lightened up a bit, and Fu Jingxing inexplicably saw a bit of happiness in the way she got out of the car after being released from prison.

"Wife, don't you invite me to sit up?"

Seeing that she was about to run to the community impatiently, he stopped her in a gentle tone.

Li Jingman paused, turned his head, and said indifferently, "The space at home is too messy, how about next time?"

Fu Jingxing restrained his smile: "We are all a family, I don't mind."

He got out of the car and walked to her side, embracing her shoulders without rejection.

"I am with you."

Sitting in the driver's seat, He Chiyan watched the couple in front of him walk into the community, stretched out his hands lazily and yawned, his heroic eyes were half-closed, a little sleepy, but widened in vain, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

Almost at the same time that Fu Jingxing and Li Jingman entered the community, a woman with a delicate and charming face, but with a hint of tiredness faintly floating between her brows, passed them by.

The woman wore a small black tight-fitting sweater and a short red cardigan jacket, which outlined her bumpy figure.

The lower body is a brown hip-wrapping skirt, with long boots and sexy grid stockings underneath, revealing two slender, straight, sensual but full long legs, and a whole body with a dusty smell.

He Chiyan moved his eyes from Fu Jingxing and the two to the woman, and never looked back until she came running towards his car.

She wanted to open the passenger door, but she didn't open it. She knocked on the car window with a gentle and intellectual voice.

"Is it the master of the online car-hailing car? Unlock the car and let me in."

He Chiyan lowered the car window, revealing his sharp-edged face, and looked over with some unclear emotions in his eyes: "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

The woman froze for a moment when she saw his face, a daze flashed in her eyes, and she quickly smiled apologetically at him.

"Maybe I found the wrong car, sorry to bother you."

After she apologized, she turned around and looked around again. He Chiyan kept staring at her back, watching her get into another black car and drive away.

He opened the car door and got out of the car, leaned against the cold wall, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, frowned, exhaled a smoke ring, and looked at the dust at his feet irritably.

How long has he not seen her?Almost eight years.

Back then, she followed an old man and threw money at his face with contempt still vividly in my memory.

"Are you serious about playing with you? Someone who can't even afford a hundred thousand yuan, why should I delay my youth?"

Is there really karma in the world?I haven't seen her for a few years, but she is so downcast that she is no different from a pheasant on the street.

When He Chiyan thought of something, his eyes suddenly darkened.

He threw the half-smoked cigarette under his feet, stepped on his shiny leather boots, and snuffed out the faint light of the fire.

"Old Li, check someone for me..."

(End of this chapter)