Chen Chu was shocked, afraid of holding his hand, so he quickly let go of the door handle: "You are stupid!"

Just reached in, if she moved faster and had stronger strength, Fu Yan's hand would have swollen!

Taking advantage of her relaxed speech, the owner of the big hand took the opportunity to push the door open, stretched out his long legs and walked into the bathroom: "Mrs. Fu is reluctant."

Chen Chu glanced at him, pushed him, but didn't push: "Stop making trouble, I'm going to take a shower."

This afternoon, I blew the sea breeze by the beach for more than two hours, and my body was sticky and my hair seemed to be wrapped around me.

"According to this, I want to take a shower, too."

As he said, his peach blossom eyes slightly hooked, and he walked in: "Together."

After saying that, Fu Yan closed the door behind him with his back hand.

He closed the door and locked it.

Chen Chu looked at his actions and refused to believe his nonsense: "It's eleven o'clock."

Fu Yan seemed to not care, "Mrs. Fu came over and smelled it. What's the smell on me?"

Compared to what point now, he cared more about the words "Dad is stinky" that his own son said just now.

Of course, it was mainly Chen Chu who finished another sentence later.

Chen Chu was afraid of him, so he walked up to him, leaned over in his arms and smelled it, then looked up and kissed him on the lips: "It's not smelly."

It is indeed not smelly. Fu Yan is not sweating. He also thinks he sweats less on such a hot day. The clothes on his body have incense, which is mixed with his very light smell of sweat. The incense easily covers the smell of sweat.

As soon as Chen Chu finished speaking, he was about to withdraw, but his waist was locked by his hands.

Fu Yan lowered his head, "Smell it carefully."

Chen Chu was angry at him and laughed: "That's it smelly?"

"Tsk."

Fu Yan tskated lightly and looked at her peach blossom eyes with a wicked smile.

When Chen Chu saw it, he knew that he was going to do something bad.

She quickly pushed his hand on her waist, but the button was too tight. She didn't push it away and snorted: "Fu Yan?"

“Here.”

He responded, lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

After kissing twice, the lipstick on Chen Chu's lips stood on the thin lips, coupled with the smiling peach blossom eyes, as if seducing her to commit a crime.

Chen Chu raised his hand to wipe off the lipstick from his lips, but he avoided it.

Before she could react, she suddenly became hung in the air.

Chen Chu was slightly shocked and came to his senses. He had already been carried to the toilet table by Fu Yan.

The cold marble made her tremble. Chen Chu and Fu Yan looked straight, and their eyes were all taken in by the peach blossom eyes. Her face began to get hot when he saw her, and she felt that the bathroom was a little hot.

"I'll wash it for you."

He looked at her and spoke slowly.

The voice was muted and low, and it was a bit ambiguous.

Chen Chu's hand holding his arm subconsciously tightened his mind, "Stop making trouble."

"No trouble."

He smiled, raised his left hand and turned on the shower.

Chen Chu glanced at the water that was sprinkled from the flowers, and his eyebrows moved for a moment, then raised his eyes. The man should press her back and start kissing her.

She snorted lightly, raised her hand and hugged his neck.

Chen Chu's skirt was very good. She was carried down by Fu Yan and the two of them came to the shower.

The warm water on the top of his head was brewed, and Chen Chu couldn't tell whether it was a little hotter or a little hotter.

The anti-fog mirror reflected the two people who were ambiguous and lingering under the water, like a mandarin duck playing in the water.
Chapter completed!