Chapter Seventy-Three: Who Takes Care of Whom?
"Ning Wan, how did you raise Da Xiuyu?" Sitting in the taxi, Fu Ting's sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and his black eyes were staring at Ning Wan tightly.
"Work to make money...... Ning Wan put one long leg on Fu Ting's knee, let Fu Ting rub her injured ankle, and said to herself, "Actually, my baby is very good to bring, who made him a genius child, haha......"
Fu Ting rubbed his temples and half lay on the back seat, "It's a miracle that you can raise him." β
Finally heard the meaning of the words, Ning Wan was excited, stretched her ankle, screamed in pain, and complained after screaming, "If it wasn't for saving you, how could I be injured." β
"So I have to thank you?"
"Of course!βdon't move, it hurts!"
The driver in front looked back, Fu Ting's big hand reached over and covered Ning Wan's red lips, "Shut up." β
The car stopped at the door of Fu's house, and Ning Wan landed on one foot and helped Fu Ting get out of the car.
Fu Ting's drunkenness came up, his body was unsteady and shaking.
Ning Wan stood on tiptoe, half leaning on Fu Ting, took out the wallet from his pocket, and took one casually to pay the driver, "No need to look for it." β
"Thank you, Miss. "The driver drove away.
"It's easy to take my money!"
"I was kind enough to send you back, do you have to lose money yourself?" As she spoke, Ning Wan suddenly realized that she had to go back, and hurriedly shouted, "Master, wait......"
"Get in!"
Ning Wan helped Fu Ting and jumped to the bedroom on the second floor.
The first time she came to Fu Ting's bedroom, Ning Wan fumbled at the door for a long time and didn't find the switch.
Fu Ting staggered forward, Ning Wan lost her leaning and staggered to the side. Fu Ting heard the movement and immediately turned around, Ning Wan grabbed his shirt in time, and the two of them fell down on the bed together.
"Ahh
"Hmm......"
Both were screaming.
Under the thick moonlight, the room was very dark, and even if you looked closely, you could only see each other's outlines.
Ning Wan lay on Fu Ting's body, smelling the strong smell of wine and a faint smell of smoke, as well as his unique masculine atmosphere.
"I'm sorry...... Ning Wan propped her hands on Fu Ting's chest, anxious to get up.
Fu Ting pushed Ning Wan's shoulder to get up, and accidentally touched Ning Wan's ankle with his foot, Ning Wan screamed in pain, and slapped Fu Ting's body with both hands, "It hurts to death." β
To Fu Ting's ears, Ning Wan seemed to be coquettish to herself. At this moment, with the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, he suddenly lost his mind.
His body with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol slowly approached, snatching Ning Wan's red lips from under him.
Fu Ting was drunk, but Ning Wan was not.
The moment her lips touched, Ning Wan was like an electric shock, and her head went blank. In an instant, every pore of the body was screaming, longing for more......
Fu Ting only felt that the person under him was extremely soft, attracting him to seize more again.
In the end, reason prevailed over emotion, and Ning Wan whispered, "Mr. Fu, you drank too much." β
Ning Wan rolled over, ready to slip away from the side. Who knew that her exquisite and beautiful white back was exposed, exposed in the moonlight, like a piece of fine jade, glowing with a faint luster, like a dream, beautiful.
Fu Ting, who has always been sensible, has long fallen, and wants to get more to ease the turmoil in his heart.
In the bright moonlight, he bowed his head reverently.
The scene from four years ago suddenly appeared in my mind, in the darkness, the blurred figure overlapped with Ning Wan's figure, and a voice in my heart was shouting - it's her, it's her!
"Ning...... ......"
The hoarse and sexy voice, as well as the burning breath on her back, were like a big net, covering Ning Wan's consciousness, and making her breathless and unable to help herself.
He is not Megumi Yanagishita, let alone GAY, under the influence of alcohol, the physical reaction makes him unable to ignore, let alone suppress.
The air in the room thinned out, and each other's breathing became more rapid.
Suddenly, the sound of music came and was infinitely amplified in the silence of the room.
Ning Wan regained her senses, jumped out of bed with a red face, and sat on the floor with her body tilted.
Fu Ting suddenly turned over and lay on the bed, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, "Turn off your phone!"
The commanding tone made Ning Wan feel shocked, and she hurriedly fumbled to find her phone, and saw that it turned out to be an alarm clock. In the past few days, she has always been inadvertently busy until late, in order to remind herself to go to bed early, set this alarm clock.
Turning off the alarm clock, Ning Wan got up by the bedside, "Mr. Fu, since you came back safely, I'll go first." β
"Stay!"
Ning Wan thought that she had misheard, looked at her stupidly, and lowered her head urgently.
"I ...... I'm going back......"
"Your foot hurts, I'll have someone deal with it for you. Fu Ting picked up the landline at the head of the bed and called Steward Wang.
After a while, Steward Wang came over with a medicine box.
Fu Ting said coldly: "Leave it to me, go and serve some decanting soup." β
Ning Wan's calf rested on Fu Ting's leg, and Fu Ting carefully helped Ning Wan check her ankle, "It's swollen." β
Ning Wan naturally saw it, and said angrily: "It's all your fault!"
"Who did you learn the skill of pushing responsibility?" Fu Ting's head was still dizzy, but he was unambiguous when he picked up people.
"Who shirked the blame, how could I have been hurt if it wasn't for saving you. β
Fu Ting looked at Ning Wan's frowning little face, his eyes were deep, "Then am I responsible?"
"No, no, no!"
Fu Ting picked up the landline and made another call.
Soon, Fu Ting's personal doctor rushed over and carefully helped Ning Wan do the examination, "Young master, this young lady is only a slight sprain, just rest for a few days." β
Ning Wan sat down on the bed, "Thank God, it's okay, it's okay." β
"Stay here tonight!" Throwing down this sentence, Fu Ting walked into the bathroom.
Since she came, Ning Wan wanted to see Ning Xiuyu, so she limped out.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, Fu Ting stood at the door, only wrapped in a bath towel on his body, and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"
"I ...... I want to go see my son. β
"Trouble!" Fu Ting scolded in a low voice, walked out barefoot, and suddenly hugged Ning Wan.
At the moment when her body was weightless, Ning Wan hugged Fu Ting's neck, feeling that it was too intimate, so she hurriedly let go again......
"Hold on!"
"Huh?"
"You're too heavy. Fu Ting strained his face and walked out with Ning Wan in his arms.
In an instant, Ning Wan's face was red and hot, and she couldn't help but defend herself, "I'm only a hundred pounds, okay?"
Fu Ting maintained a cold posture and pouted lightly, "In my eyes, a woman's ninety pounds is the standard weight." β
"Haven't you heard? Women are less than a hundred pounds, either flat-chested or short. β
Fu Ting pursed his lips and forced a smile, "You have both of them, why is it not less than a hundred catties?"
Unexpectedly, Fu Ting's ability to scare people was so strong, Ning Wan let out a huge shout: "Fu Ting-"