Fyren's blood ran cold!

That is, an online novel... You don't even know how the little villain's gonna die.

The writer's imagination is sometimes... Gross as shit.

Sleep. The heroine is in her own bed?

And bring something like this?

Dude, I fell asleep after a whole day of not stepping on the red line and you guys helped me fill up the hate value?

That's bullying the bad guys!

The sweat on Fyren's forehead crackled and he froze, not daring to move.

In his mind's eye, Otto rushes into his own house, smashes his own head with one hand, and puts his arm around Eliza to advance the plot of the erotic romance drama...

Eliza is beautiful at this point.

Beauty sleeping, morning... It was the midday sun that came in and hit her perfect face, every eyelash so perfect and exquisite.

She slept so carefully, so relaxed, so beautiful, so sweet...

But Fyren has no desire to look at beautiful women. He knows his life is on the line.

If this matter is not handled well, they are likely to directly kill to get a box lunch.

But Eliza lay on her arm and slept soundly.

Fyren Think fast: Calm down! I can handle it! But soon!

Fyren slowly reached out his other hand and gently supported Eliza's head, slowly trying to free his arm.

Her body slowly retreated, but Eliza, from some unknown dream in her sleep, furrowed her brows and crept forward into Fyren's arms. She continued to rest on his right arm and naturally took his left arm in hers.

Fyren this panic!

What if Otto saw this?

Fyren waited for Eliza to sleep better again, and once again began to move slowly.

Hold your head, slowly pull your arms out, pull them over the pillow cushion...

Thinking:

Dear boy, don't wake up. You're exhausted. Have a good sleep.

I will disappear, definitely not on purpose to take advantage of you, I am also confused.

Eliza baby, it's almost done. When you wake up, you'll have the room to yourself.

Fyren finally nailed it.

He exhaled, but just as he got up he saw Eliza staring at him with her eyes wide open.

She didn't show any expression, wasn't angry or happy, didn't speak or move, just looked at Fyren.

Fyren swallowed hard: "I... It can be explained!"

Fyren fell out of bed and got up quickly.

At this time Eliza's eyes were wide open, with no air of a big executive, like a harmless little animal, and she looked curiously at Fyren.

Fyren stands on the ground and confesses sincerely, "I didn't do anything."

"Really. Just yesterday you had too much to drink! Why, you're so drunk that you're talking nonsense, and when someone else wants to take you away, I don't know if your men are reliable, but I can only take you home, you understand?"

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'But I didn't do anything!

"I had you in the guest bedroom, I don't know why you suddenly appeared in my bedroom, oh, this is the guest bedroom." Ha-ha! Good. Really, I didn't do anything!"

"Just... I went to the pharmaceutical factory yesterday, and there was a batch of medicine to be destroyed overnight, I was tired and half dead, and when I came back, it was clearly my own room, and I don't know why I just..."

Fyren was on the verge of tears: "I swear on the lamp I didn't do anything!"

Eliza opened her eyes and saw the creature carefully, gently, even breathlessly, slowly lifting his arms and pulling the covers over his bare legs...

She's smart enough to understand in a flash.

This guy's on the run.

She could see that the guy was almost petrified, sweating on his forehead, apparently completely unprepared for the situation. I want to get out of here without alarming myself.

And his own clothes are not taken off, obviously "he did nothing."

So Eliza, instead of being angry, thought the douche was funny.

So I silently watched him perform.

It's wonderful.

Especially when he found himself awake, he panicked.

Stammering explanations go on and on.

Eliza was damaged, too.

I don't talk. I watch you.

No expression, no emotional information, let you play freely.

Eliza saw that he was on the verge of breaking down at the end, only to suppress a smile and calmly said, "It's okay."

Eliza sat up and moved her neck, calm as if nothing were wrong.

It was a surprise to Fyren.

【 What happened? 】

Shouldn't she be screaming? Shouldn't she be calling me a monster, an animal, a bastard?

[Why... Nothing? So I don't have to explain?]

[Or is she holding her breath, hoping to get out of my clutches before someone beats me?]

Does she have a clear understanding of the current situation? God, I really did not do anything!

Eliza patted her mouth, yawned, and got out of bed.

Fyren hurriedly handed over the new slippers.

Eliza naturally put on her slippers, looked at her face in the dressing mirror, took a pat, and arranged her hair, naturally as if she were at home.

Fyren stood behind her, hands in front of him, nervously:

"What... Why don't you say something? You're... Me to Afraid."

Eliza turned her head. "Why did you come to sleep in my room?"

Fyren said quickly, "I don't know! I swear on the lamp, I don't know! I broke down yesterday, so I came back and just lay down... Maybe it was my first day here, and I had a little trouble remembering the room or something, because I really didn't do anything!"

Eliza couldn't hold it any longer, turned around and sneered a little, then said seriously again:

"I'm going to wash up, you go out."

'Yes!

Fyren turned and rocketed out of the room, closed the door and exhaled against the panel.

"Oh, my God! Save a life!"

If she recognized that I was intentional, I would jump into the Yellow River and wash it!

In this way, this Eliza can ah, quite reasonable!

Eliza, hearing this through the door of the room, could not hold back and laughed secretly.

Thought in my heart: This dead head, the voice has been heard by me and I don't know.

If you did it on purpose, you think I'd let you off the hook?

...

Fyren finished washing and took the elevator to the restaurant on the first floor.

I went in and saw the whole family eating together.

Fyren was starving.

Having just escaped, he rejoiced and said, "Oh, everyone is here?" Good morning, Mom and Dad. Ouch, today's food is good ah, quickly, nanny aunt, give me a bowl of rice, good guy starved me......"

The nurse stood where she was, grinning awkwardly and not moving.

"Serve the rice!" Fyren looked at the nanny. "What's wrong?"

I went to see my family again and found that everyone was very quiet.

Only Fyren's dad doesn't look at himself, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed on the dish, the crunch of the meal.

Fyren knew there was a problem.

He forced a smile: "Dad, it's... Is something wrong?"

Fyren's dad finally looked up at Fyren. "What were you doing last night?"

Fyren understood.

"Ouch! I can explain!" Fyren said, "The ingredients of that batch of drugs are not qualified, and it is my brother's fault that in order to cut costs, he even cut details." Dad, brother can't get used to it, it's medicine, it's to save people! Don't let him touch the pharmaceutical business in the future..."

Fyren's father plucked a broom from nowhere.

Yes, Fyren's family tradition is the essential broom, the basic cleaning tool that people in rural areas always have at home.

Even if the family lives in a five-story villa, it must have a broom.

Broom, is the totem of Fyren home!

It's the Fyren family's educational artifact!

It's the anchor of the Fyren family!

It's the nightmare of the Fyren children!

Fyren suddenly stood up and took a step back: "Dad, we have something to talk about, what are you doing?" Those pills really can't be sold! Can't all the money lost be mine?"

"I can afford to lose hundreds of millions! If I dare to give you my business, I will not worry that you will lose money."

"And you are..."

"I ask you, what did you do yesterday? What did you do to Eliza?"

Fyren then realized that his father was because of this.

"I can explain that too!"

"You don't explain! You'll explain when I'm done!"

Fyren's father leapt to his feet, his body strong.

"Eh? Dad! Dad! Dad! No! Oh, no! It hurts! Oh, Dad! I didn't do anything!"

"You didn't do it? What are you that I don't know about? Grandma Bear, any man can pick up a girl, but is that what I taught you to do to your fiancee? If I don't kill you today, even a broom has no seed!"

"Dad, broomstick picked up who provoked who, you first listen to me explain!"

"An explanation? Why don't you explain to the blade in my hand? You still run? You get over here! Stand here. Can you hear me? Take off your pants and show your ass!"

Lu's mother quickly advised: "Fyren dad, Fyren is getting married in his twenties, you can't pull down your pants and spank your ass anymore."

"If you don't hit him, he won't learn!"

Fyren depressed to death: "It's really a misunderstanding, why don't you believe me?"

"Trust you? I don't believe anyone, you bad bastard!"

"Dad, don't pull my pants, oh save me some face!"

The two of you got into it at the diner.

Eliza, standing at the top of the steps, coughed awkwardly and blushed, "Good uncle, good aunt."

Fyren's father stopped, straightened up, hid the broom, and said, "Oh, Eliza, wake up, hurry, hurry, hungry, eat first, eat first."

Fyren slipped up his pants and blushed.

Do you still have to wear something so embarrassing? Getting spanked by dad in front of his fiancee is a disgrace at Grandma's house.

Eliza really felt that the two men's actions were too funny to say anything. She felt impolite when she wanted to laugh, and she was too shy to laugh.

This Fyren family tradition was only heard, today really saw, only to know that it is more simple and simple than the outside.

Fyren's mother hurried over and took Eliza's hand. "Eliza, are you hungry? My Fyren was stupid and forced you to drink, didn't he? Next time you don't spoil him, don't give him face, and if he makes trouble again, you tell us that your uncle and I have your back."

Eliza was the eldest daughter of the Eliza family.

He is the first Executive President of Qianfeng Group.

Classy, upper-class, successful woman.

Now I was drunk and stayed in my house for one night, and it was my fiance's house, so that the future in-laws knew... It's a bad image.

How does this make future in-laws feel about themselves? What kind of woman is she?

She was so ashamed that she blushed up to her neck, as red as a boiled crab.

No matter how strong a woman is, in the face of this situation, she will also reveal the shy side of her little daughter.

She bowed her head and her voice was soft: "Uncle and aunt, it's really... misunderstand And last night... I was too self-indulgent, Fyren didn't treat me... What to do."

Fyren looked at Eliza's shabby-eyed shyness and was momentarily transfixed with fascination.

Then he came to his senses and jumped in front of his father: "na! nanana! What's up? What's up? She told you, I didn't do anything!"

Fyren's father beat Fyren on the head with a broom and said, "Shut up!"