The two did not have seen each other frankly, and the closest things were done, but they saw his body so intuitively.

Song Qingyou's ears were unconsciously red. She hurriedly lowered her head, and she had a cold and elegant posture in the past.

This is to be replaced with usual. Seeing her so shy, the crazy dog ​​has long been sticking up, but he is not happy today.

I can't help but restrain the owner.

"Did the Jiang family open this room?"

Fu Wenzhou calmed his face and spoke with a sound that sounded indifferent. He didn't know that in front of Song Qingyou, he couldn't get cold at all, even if he pretended not to pretend.

The flushing of Song Qingyou's face slowly faded, and his brows frowned very lightly. "Are you driving me?"

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

Where did he mean?

Fu Wenzhou's face was dark, and a half -day said: "I didn't say that."

Song Qingyou watched him for a few seconds, and then said, "I let Uncle Chang open one more, you can rest well."

Fu Wenzhou was about to be furious. Seeing that she was leaving, she stepped forward and picked up the person, and controlled it to throw it on the bed.

Song Qingyou was originally shocked by his sudden movement, but it was thrown.

She also had a cold face: "Fu Wenzhou, are you neuropathy?"

Fu Wenzhou gritted his teeth, "My neuropathy?"

Song Qingxu raised his eyes and looked at him: "If you are not sick, you can send it crazy, if you are unhappy, you can say it, no one will let you hold it."

Fu Wenzhou stretched his lips tightly, his eyes gradually red, and a hint of yin -shaking smile flashed at the corner of his mouth: "Song Qingyou, you just eat it and I like you, so you hurt me so unscrupulously."

Song Qingyou trembled, and his pupils flashed, "Do you think ... I'm hurting you?"

Fu Wenzhou bent down and raised his hand to pinch Song Qingyou's chin.

The voice was low and dumb, as if the well cellar that was opened after many years of dust was opened.

Say ... the lover who can't see. "

In the last two words, he was almost squeezed out of his teeth. The dark eyes locked Song Qingyou's lips, and his fingertips trembled slightly. He was afraid that what he didn't want to hear from this lips.

Song Qingyou's breathing sound faster, and her heart hurt for a while. She tried to restrain her not to let herself cough at this time: "What do you want?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyebrows are deeply twisted: "What?"

Song Qingyou slowly calmed his breath, his eyes were cold: "What do you want to do from me?"

Fu Wenzhou was stunned.

Song Qingyou said one by one: "I'm going to die, Fu Wenzhou, I can't afford what you want. And are we so bad now?"

"Okay? Okay!" Fu Wenzhou's expression suddenly stunned, full of shade: "I said that I would find Master Yun Fang, why don't you believe me!"

He was hoarsely, slowly rubbing her cheeks slowly: "Pomelo, don't stimulate me."

The porridge shrank in the corner, and did not dare to step forward, and whispered a meow.

Song Qingyou sighed, seemed to compromise: "I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to mix in."

The Song family is a big dye tank. There are all monsters and monsters in it. She is tired enough to deal with it alone. Why bother to drag him in.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes turned red, turned over and pressed her under her body, and depicting Song Qingyou's eyebrows little by little: "Can I see it like this ..."

Song Qingyou was stunned. Her puppy seemed to be crying?

She always thought that the two of them had reached a consensus, and as long as they didn't think deeply about this unclear relationship, they could just let it go.

But Fu Wenzhou didn't seem to think so.

Song Qingyou's heart was sore and swollen, and suddenly she remembered that he seemed to be crying when she woke up that day.

She raised her hand, and her fingertips came to rest on Fu Wenzhou's lips. Hesitation flashed in her eyes, and finally she moved her hand, "Fu Wenzhou, didn't I tell you that I like you too."

Fu Wenzhou froze suddenly. At this moment, the desire for exclusivity stirred in his heart repeatedly and reached its peak. His Adam's apple rolled twice, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fingertips pressed against her cheek curled up.

His hoarse voice sounded cautiously probing: "Youyou, what did you just say?"

Song Qingyou's brown pupils shimmered, and she raised her head and leaned forward.

When the two lips came together, Fu Wenzhou's heart trembled violently.

He closed his eyes and turned his back on the guest without hesitation. The sound of the intertwining lips and tongues was particularly ambiguous and sultry in the dark night.

Song Qingyou breathed quickly and pushed him away while panting. Fu Wenzhou was afraid that she would cough, so he didn't dare to kiss her so hard anymore and tasted it lightly.

Song Qingyou was annoyed by his endless pro-Frenchness, which was annoying.

Don't let him kiss you: "Fu Wenzhou, don't kiss me..."

When he opened his mouth, even his voice was charming.

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple slid several times, and he stared at Song Qingyou like a hunter who sees his prey and is reluctant to even blink, fearing that if he blinks, his prey will run away.

Song Qingyou's cheeks turned red, and she was secretly annoyed as to why the heating in Binhai was turned on so high, or why else would there be beads of sweat on Fu Wenzhou's back.

Fu Wenzhou buried his head in the crook of her neck, smelling her scent.

His hair was now longer, and Song Qingyou felt itchy and shrank her neck.

"Don't move." Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse: "Let me smell it."

Song Qingyou: "..."

He was shirtless and pressed against her body. Song Qingyou actually felt a little hot, but she still endured it and didn't say anything.

"Youyou." Fu Wenzhou said, "I want to hear you say it again."

He coaxed her to say it again in a soft voice, and his canine teeth bit the back of her neck, controlling his strength so as not to hurt her.

Song Qingyou had a cold temperament. The Song family had taught her since she was a child to weigh the pros and cons and be cold-blooded and ruthless. So when Fu Wenzhou knelt in the rain three years ago and begged her not to marry, she only thought the boy was silly and cute.

What’s the point of loving or not loving it?

She saw in Song Yuan that the most unworthy thing in the world is love.

Therefore, she will not indulge her feelings easily, and restraint is something she has learned since she was young.

But Fu Wenzhou was completely opposite to her. His love was pure, passionate and sincere.

For the past three years, she had been pestered by him so much that she could not sleep at night, fearing that there would be a man lying next to her when she woke up.

She was afraid of him, annoyed him, and stabbed him with harsh words.

To no avail, he will still bother me next time.

But in the past three years, if she really wanted to hide, why couldn't she?

Even though I never mentioned my love, I would easily talk about it to coax the puppy because he was angry and unhappy.

Subconsciously, Song Qingyou was indulging him.

"Stop making trouble." Song Qingyou touched his earlobe, "I'll only say it once."

Fu Wenzhou's palms tightened slightly, she was so stingy about saying she liked him.

He comforted himself that it didn't matter, as long as she liked him.
Chapter completed!