Addicted to My Contract-Marriage Husband-Chapter 402: His Favorite Gift is You
Silver metallic lines exuded a sense of modern technology, leading directly to the partially-open end.
The bright red roses in the vase juxtaposed with modern technology created an indescribable shock.
Fu Sichen’s gaze quickly got drawn to something hidden behind a black cloth.
Jiang Mian’s lips curved slightly, finally seeing this large object.
Fu Sichen stepped forward and lifted the black cloth, revealing a large puzzle framed behind it.
The puzzle depicted a photo of him and Jiang Mian embracing under a street lamp.
Fu Sichen lowered his eyes, his fondness evidently overflowing as their gazes met. Jiang Mian was startled for a second.
That look—
Somewhat serious.
Fu Sichen wouldn’t be taking himself for an idol now, would he?
She suddenly felt quite unaccustomed to it.
Jiang Mian extended her slender, delicate hand, her tone playfully coquettish, "It took me several days. Searching for puzzle pieces made my eyes hurt, and my hands too."
This framed puzzle consisted of thousands of pieces.
Before she finished speaking, Fu Sichen hastily stepped forward, held Jiang Mian’s hand gently, massaging it, and dropped a kiss near the corner of her eye.
"Mrs. Fu, how much more about you do I not know?"
Jiang Mian wore a proud little smile, "That depends on President Fu’s performance."
The man’s thin lips slightly curved, a faint laugh escaping his throat, deep and enticing.
Minutes later, their positions changed, and Jiang Mian was carried onto the table.
She hooked her arm around Fu Sichen’s neck, her eyes misty, her voice soft, "Fu Sichen, I’m out of breath!!"
Jiang Mian was breathing heavily, like a beached mermaid.
The man’s magnetic laugh sounded, his thin lips curling at the ends, "Looks like Mrs. Fu needs more exercise."
What the—!
Looking down on someone—!
Remembering how Fu Sichen had been exhausted just a few days ago, Jiang Mian knew this man wasn’t made of iron either—if she could just wear him out...
Without another word, she pulled at the collar of his shirt, drawing him forcefully into her embrace, enunciating each word, "Then let’s take it slow."
There was plenty of time.
As the ribbon around her neck slowly slid off, Fu Sichen brushed Jiang Mian’s hair tenderly, his soothing voice tinged with a misty breath, "Mrs. Fu, don’t hold it in."
"You’re such a devil!!!"
Damn it!!! Intolerable man!!!
His thin lips slightly parted, he said methodically, "Just being thoughtful, Mrs. Fu..."
Jiang Mian almost couldn’t bear it.
She was clearly on a cruise ship!!! How did it turn into a car ride?
Ripples spread across the sea, long and lingering...
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When Jiang Mian woke up again, she heard the wind by her ears. Had the cruise ship started moving???
Just as she tried to sit up, pain shot through her, and she slowly propped herself up.
Where was Fu Sichen???
Who was piloting the cruise ship? That wasn’t mentioned in the rules.
Jiang Mian quickly grabbed her phone to send Pei Jingyue a message.
Jiang Xiaomian: [Was it your doing that the cruise ship is moving at sea?]
Pei Jingyue replied instantly—
Pei Jingyue: [Of course. For President Fu’s birthday, his favorite gift is you. Wishing you a joyful life together]
Jiang Mian: Talk about friends stabbing you in the back.
She threw on a coat and went to find Fu Sichen.
The man was clad in a loose white bathrobe, piloting the cruise below, his hair blown messily by the wind, exuding an indescribably youthful charm.
Jiang Mian couldn’t resist taking out her phone to snap a picture of Fu Sichen from behind, mumbling to herself, "It’s one thing to know how to pilot a cruise ship, but who knew he could be this handsome."
She stared at the photo for a long time, unable to fully hide the love in her eyes.
