There was no alarm clock, and Chu Weiwei still got up at about seven o'clock. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The quilt was full of Fu Mingyi's smell, but he was no longer in bed. Chu Weiwei got out of bed, walked to the window barefoot, and opened the curtains. She was already familiar with the setting.

Open the wardrobe, on the left is Fu Mingyi's shirt, and on the right is her long skirt. A sweetness rose in my heart.

Take down a long dress on the hanger with a great texture and feel.

"Yikes." The door opened. Fu Ming also approached Chu Weiwei little by little.

The girl turned her back to him, the pale yellow sun shone on her body, and the pale white skin exposed because it was not zipped up became more and more crystal clear in the light, like the most beautiful white jade sculpture, and the perfect back curve told the temptation.

Fu Ming's throat was dry, and his fingers were slightly curved.

Spread out her hands and hugged Chu Weiwei's waist from behind. Chu Weiwei was stunned, and naturally leaned the weight of her body on Fu Mingyi's chest.

Fu Ming was also moved for a moment, and lowered his head and dropped a string of kisses on the skin on the back of her neck.

Not enough, she pulled the shoulder straps of her long skirt to the side, and the kiss swam on her white jade shoulders, and the burning breath sprayed unconsciously, arousing a tickle that tickled people's hearts.

The shoulder strap on one side had slipped off, revealing a larger area of skin, and Fu Ming's eyes were red when he saw it. The hand consciously roamed over the girl's smooth and bare skin, and the touch from the hand made him even more obsessed.

"Woo・・・・・・" Fu Ming also turned Chu Weiwei around.

The lips gagged the refusal that the girl blurted out.

Kissing domineeringly, full of strong possessiveness.

After some entanglement, the two were disheveled and their breath was disordered.

Chu Weiwei's little weight was on Fu Mingyi's chest, pushing him back, keeping that pitiful distance.

"I'm hungry."

"Yes." Fu Mingyi's hand slipped out of Chu Weiwei's clothes, and fumbled for the zipper behind her to close it for her.

"Alright." Pushed her to the bathroom.

Today, Chu Weiwei was wearing a long skirt and a pastoral hat, and was taken out by Fu Mingyi.

Chu Weiwei had an excellent premonition and looked forward to it.

But along the way, the car has been driving for too long.

Make her sleepy. Through the rearview mirror, the driver saw his boss holding his wife's head sideways, gently resting on his shoulder, and the cold breath on his body seemed to be illuminated by the sun, melting into a puddle of confusion.

Feeling the driver's prying eyes, Fu Mingyi's eyes shot out like ice blades.

The driver shuddered, he was mistaken.

Fu Mingyi's hand covered the top of Chu Weiwei's soft hair, and the coldness just now seemed to be like an illusion.

When Chu Weiwei woke up slowly, she found that the car had stopped.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Chu Weiwei's tone was a little coquettish.

Fu Ming didn't seem to hear it, he didn't care, and pulled Chu Weiwei's hand out of the car.

It's about 10 o'clock in the morning, and the sun is good, not scorching.

Fu Ming also held Chu Weiwei, his fingers clasped.

The road here is not very smooth, and Chu Weiwei stumbles.

Fu Ming also stopped.

"I'll carry you."

Chu Weiwei was also not reserved, and took advantage of Fu Mingyi's back. This is the second time Fu Mingyi has carried her, not as shy as the first time, but still the same satisfaction and down-to-earth.

Fu Ming also carried Chu Weiwei on his back, walking very steadily step by step, as if walking on the ground, Chu Weiwei on his back did not feel a little bump.