Fusheng saw that there was indeed a bed in the room, and said, "This Director Zhang, how can you arrange it like this?" I'll go book another room! After saying that, Fusheng turned around and wanted to go out.

"Fusheng! I won't let you go! You...... If you don't come back, where will I find you? I know that Director Zhang always wants to pull you to do bad things! I won't tell you to go! I'm here to watch you today, one room at a time! Song Weiwei blushed slightly, hung her head and said softly.

"Vivi! I—I know you're doing it for my good! But with this one bed, how can we rest! And, and you also know that I have a girlfriend and can't give you a responsibility! We don't sleep together either! You said.........! Fusheng said very embarrassed.

"Who said I was going to sleep with you!? You sleep yours, I sleep mine! You just won't be allowed to go out! All right! You go take a shower! I'll give you a massage when I go back, it's much better than what bathing center you go to, and you don't need to pay! Hee-hee! After Song Weiwei finished speaking, she grinned and pushed Fusheng to the bathroom next to her.

"Huh! So what do you do! Stand here for the night! Or...... Or I'm still ......! Fusheng still wanted to go out, but before he finished speaking, he was pushed into the bathroom by Song Weiwei.

Fusheng had no choice but to take a shower and walk out of the bathroom in his pajamas. Suddenly, I saw that Song Weiwei had also put on her pajamas and was sitting on the big bed.

"Ahem! Vivi! Or I'll sleep on the ground! Fusheng said embarrassedly.

"Cut! You're still embarrassed! Don't forget that I took off your clothes back then. Come here! I gave you a massage, I didn't ask you to enjoy a bath massage with Director Zhang, I'll make it up for you here! Song Weiwei said that she was very generous.

"It's not good! I......! "Fusheng doesn't know what to say.

"Oops! Come on! Song Weiwei got out of bed and pulled Fusheng over to the bed. Let Fusheng climb into bed, and then give Fusheng a massage himself!

More than ten minutes passed, and Director Zhang looked downstairs at his watch and looked upstairs. Hehe smiled, it seems that this Song Weiwei Song Secretary Song really has something to do with Fusheng, otherwise Fusheng should have come down. Forget it, since the two of them live in the same room, there is no need to have fun for Fusheng. Let the two of them entertain themselves! Hehehe! Zhang Jianjun turned around and went back to his room.

Fusheng and Song Weiwei slept on one side of the bed, but both of them stared at each other, you look at me and I look at you, and no one can sleep. There was a quilt in the middle, and everyone wanted to get into the quilt, but no one was too embarrassed to go in.

"Fusheng! You... You don't have ...... Don't have any ideas? Song Weiwei suddenly blushed and stammered.

"I... Ahem! I went and turned off the lights! ”

Fusheng got up and turned off the light, then went back to bed lightly. Lying on the bed, gently pulling up the quilt, and tentatively getting into half of his body. Suddenly, he felt a hot current, and he was so frightened that he wanted to withdraw, but a hand had already grabbed his arm. My heart was pounding.

Suddenly, Fusheng felt a burst of heat in the dark, and Song Weiwei had already pressed on his body. A small mouth is imprinted on his own mouth. Fusheng couldn't control it anymore, and turned over and pressed Song Weiwei under him.

"Ugh! …… Oh! After a while, there was a burst of moaning.