novelaction Chapter 782 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (7)
Chapter 782 The Sister Who Was Shackled Because She Wasn't Sent Away (7)
In Huo Xiaoyun's living room, everyone was having a good time, and no one noticed that Mu Zhou and Fu Ci left one after the other.
Or perhaps they noticed, but simply assumed one went to the restroom and the other went somewhere to make a work call.
No one connected them.
Next to the restroom is a small storage room, the door of which is often closed.
Mu Zhou came out of the restroom and bumped into Fu Ci.
Without saying a word, he pulled Mu Zhou into the storage room.
The door is closed.
The storage room was pitch black, without even windows.
Mu Zhou was panting heavily as Fu Ci pinned him against the door, his waist gripped.
My heart was pounding uncontrollably.
After a moment of stunned silence, she began to struggle.
A voice, not exactly restrained, rang in her ear:
"Stop messing around, they'll hear us."
The deep voice sounded like a warning, and Mu Zhou didn't dare to make a sound.
After all, her "boyfriend" was outside, while she was cornered in the storage room by his boss.
Shameless.
How dare he remind me?
Mu Zhou glared at him.
By this time, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room, and she could vaguely see him approaching.
The two were in a rather intimate pose.
They have already far exceeded the distance they should have been at.
Mu Zhou's two wrists were firmly restrained and pressed above his head.
The struggle became futile.
His tall frame pressed against hers, and Mu Zhou tilted her head, wishing she could snap her neck, not daring to look him in the eye.
But this action exposed his entire slender neck to him.
He slowly approached, his hot breath brushing against her delicate skin, causing her to tremble.
Mu Zhou gasped, involuntarily shrinking his shoulders in an attempt to resist the unbearable itch.
She protested in a low voice:
"Are you crazy? Let me go!"
Mu Zhou couldn't escape, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry.
Fu Ci ignored her struggles completely, his nose lightly brushing against her neck, slowly moving away.
The ambiguous atmosphere was almost unbearable for Mu Zhou.
Fu Ci wrapped his other hand around her cardigan and around her waist, his fingertips gently caressing her.
Even through the thin tank top, the warmth of his palm was transmitted to Mu Zhou without any difference.
He seemed to particularly cherish this moment, savoring it with unhurried movements.
“Fu Ci…”
Mu Zhou's voice was trembling with tears, and her watery eyes looked at him pitifully.
They have such a lovable appearance.
I want to bully them.
Fu Ci's throat tightened, and his eyes shifted several times.
Finally, he gently turned her around by pinching her chin, making her look directly at him.
His aggressive intensity was no longer concealed; he lowered his head and kissed her directly.
The shocking event left Mu Zhou unable to recover for a long time.
Fu Ci actually dared to kiss her so brazenly in her "boyfriend's" house.
He's really crazy.
And without any scruples.
However, this is precisely what Mu Zhou values most about him.
When she came to her senses, she instinctively tried to struggle.
Fu Ci pressed his waist against hers, pinning her firmly against the door, his lips whispering a warning, as if in a love whisper:
"Keep your voice down, or they'll hear you."
His voice held a hint of amusement, as if he were quite satisfied with his current state.
Fu Ci kissed her lips forcefully, his tongue tracing their delicate outline.
The sweet taste made his heart race uncontrollably.
This was even better than he had imagined.
Mu Zhou's legs almost gave way.
The atmosphere outside the door was lively.
People I know and don't know are in the living room, less than ten meters away.
Those people knew nothing and were still chatting and drinking.
Inside the door, in the quiet and dimly lit environment, they kissed.
This kind of stimulation made Mu Zhou tremble with fear.
She dared not utter a sound, and even her refusal seemed insignificant.
Fu Ci seemed to want to kiss her enough.
But he also knew he couldn't stay too long, or the person in his arms would definitely faint from fright.
He released her wrist and pulled her completely into his arms.
His tall figure almost completely obscured the viewer.
He whispered in her ear:
"Break up with him. I've found you a new place. You'll move out tomorrow."
His voice conveyed both satisfaction and desire, a simultaneous sense of unfulfilled longing.
"And your job? Don't go to work tomorrow. If you don't want to work, just use my card. I can support you."
He couldn't resist lowering his head and pecking her lips again:
"If you want to work, I can arrange one for you. What kind of job do you like? Think about it and let me know."
Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he patiently talked for a long time.
Mu Zhou finally recovered from the deep kiss, and his breathing was no longer so rapid.
She struggled silently, and Fu Ci let go.
In the instant I turned around, I saw the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
She was clearly unwilling.
Fu Ci felt a tightness in his chest, and a hint of irritation immediately appeared in his eyes.
What's wrong with him?
Why is she so fixated on Huo Xiaoyun, who treats her badly?
Even when he hid the fact that she was going on blind dates, Huo Xiaoyun managed to fool her, and they still loved each other dearly.
They even brought him meals.
What kind of bewitching drug did Huo Xiaoyun give her to make her lose her mind?
Fu Ci's eyes and brows were tinged with gloom.
When he returned to the living room, he did not see Mu Zhou.
Presumably, he went straight back to his residence.
His gaze swept across the room and settled on Huo Xiaoyun, who was still happily drinking with his colleagues.
Ah.
He doesn't care about his girlfriend at all.
What right does he have to possess her?
Huo Xiaoyun felt a chill run down his spine for no reason and shrank back.
Fu Ci picked up his coat, and the supervisor immediately said:
"Mr. Fu, are you leaving? Let me see you off."
"No, you guys continue."
His expression turned cold, and immediately no one dared to provoke him; they all sat down obediently.
Meanwhile, Mu Zhou returned to his room and sent a message to Huo Xiaoyun, explaining that he had something to do and had to come back first.
She leaned against the door, waiting quietly.
Sure enough, there was a knock on the door a short while later.
She looked through the peephole and saw Fu Ci standing in front of her door.
Even from this distorted perspective, Fu Ci's face still appeared cold and handsome.
He patiently continued tapping.
Seemingly knowing she was behind the door, he spoke to her:
"If I keep banging, it will only attract other people."
The threat seems to have worked.
The door slowly opened.
Mu Zhou stood in front of him, tears welling in her eyes, her teeth clenched stubbornly.
She stared at him with shame and indignation, like a cat with its fur standing on end, as if she was ready to scratch him hard at any moment.
Fu Ci's displeasure vanished instantly.
He came in and closed the door.
He was about to put his arm around her shoulder, but Mu Zhou dodged it.
He didn't care, he just looked around her place.
The house was indeed very small, with almost no living room.
There's only room for a small two-seater sofa and a coffee table that can be used as a dining table.
Although the room was small, it was very cozy.
Her presence permeated everything.
It's clear that she's someone who takes life very seriously.
Fu Ci casually tossed his coat onto the sofa.
The space, which was not large to begin with, felt even more cramped after the addition of a tall man.
Mu Zhou looked at him angrily:
"what on earth do you want?!"
“I’ve already stated my purpose,” Fu Ci walked up to her, looked down at her, and spoke in a calm but unyielding voice, “Break up with him and date me.”