Hua Weimian smiled and blessed. That smile was so beautiful that Hua Weimian felt that if she didn't smile prettier, Fuxi would definitely murder her.
Because she didn't remember his birthday at all, let alone his birthday gift.
It seems that Mr. Fu never celebrates his birthday.
As the saying goes, don’t hit the smiling person, Mr. Fu, you won’t kill your dear baby Hua Weimian, right!
And Fuxi, as expected, reached out his hand and smiled: "A gift?"
Hua Weimian buried her face in Fuxi's arms and apologized: "I was wrong, really wrong. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have forgotten your birthday."
Hua Weimian has a very dangerous feeling. If he doesn't apologize, he will definitely die miserably tonight.
As expected, Mr. Fu smiled, but his face turned dark instantly. He looked like a devil no matter how he looked at it: "If not, then I will pay the debt with my body!"
"This slave's body has long been yours!"
Hua Weimian is particularly dog-legged tonight.
"But it's not enough!" He picked up Hua Weimian and strode upstairs, murmuring in her ear lowly: "Hua Weimian, what should I do? It seems like I can't get enough for you! So!
Tonight, be good and I will try to feed myself completely throughout the night! You know, a man who is not satisfied with his desires is very scary!"
Hua Weimian is about to cry. Uncle, you have been torturing my belly every day until dawn, and you still haven’t said enough!
How can I live like this!
However, judging from the situation, tonight is still the most brutal night in history.
As soon as he opened the door, the fragrant fragrance of flowers came. Hua Weimian looked at the black roses all over the room and was shocked again.
Tonight, her delicate little heart has been filled with romance, meteor showers, diamond rings, roses...
Mr. Fu, why don't you be so romantic? It feels like you have used up all the romance in your life in one go.
The little sweethearts of the slave family can't stand it.
Even the bed was covered with rose petals.
Hua Weimian felt that she was severely dizzy.
Fuxi threw Hua Weimian on the bed, not in a hurry to get her, but opened a bottle of red wine that was hundreds of years old and took a sip.
The posture was very sexy, the eyes were surprisingly blurred, but the movements were extremely elegant, but his eyes stayed on Hua Weimian, as if he was not tasting red wine, but her.
Just the act of drinking will make Hua Weimian's mouth feel dry.
Fuxi shook the red wine in his hand. Hua Weimian sensed danger and wanted to take it, but Fuxi took the wine glass and poured the wine directly into her chest.
Her skin was already fair, but now it was flashing a dark red light, and her clothes were getting wet little by little.
And he walked towards her slowly, sipping the wine on her chest, slowly and tenderly, the torture of her body.
Hua Weimian felt her whole body trembling and wanted to ask for more. She couldn't help but hook his neck and ask for more. He slowly poured a glass of red wine and kissed her. The taste of century-old red wine was very fragrant, and her lips were filled with fine wine.
The fragrance, mixed with his clean breath, is particularly intoxicating.
"More?"
She didn't know what she wanted, him or the wine, she just muttered and asked for more.
He narrowed his eyes, feeling particularly intoxicated: "Hua Weimian, don't worry, you can drink later."
In that atmosphere, the lights were so intoxicating, and the people in front of him were also in a state of confusion. Hua Weimian's whole body was extremely hot. She squinted at him with disbelief in her eyes: "You were drugged."
Fuxi hummed, not feeling the slightest bit guilty.