Fu Mingxia's personality has always been very proud, and as soon as she said the sharp words, she regretted it a little. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Fu Minghua turned her head, she hesitated to apologize, but her lips squirmed twice, and she couldn't say it, but her face showed remorse.

"What do I say to you? I'm afraid you don't like to hear what I'm going to say. ”

There was an irritated look on her face, obviously understanding what Fu Minghua meant.

"I'm also very annoyed."

Feng Wanying is a good person, she has a bad temper, she is sad from it on weekdays, thinking of her life, she feels that her life is bitter, so she doesn't have a good face for him, she scolds and cries, he has a good temper, and often changes her way to coax her.

"I'll tell you the truth, no one in my life has been as good to me as he is."

She pinched her handkerchief and wiped her face, with a look of confusion in her eyes.

Sometimes in front of people, he fell on his face, and he just smiled indifferently and came to coax her again.

It's just that he is really too old, his official position is not high, and he is not handsome and chic, and there are two lines of sour poems in his belly, but sometimes she gets bored when she hears it, and he has written two poems to express his heart to her, but she threw them away.

"What you dislike about him is the best place for him." Fu Minghua said, "In the Hou Mansion that day, when you said this about him, he not only endured his sadness, but also worried that you would be punished. ”

Speaking of which, Fu Minghua really remembered Yan Chai.

At that time, she said half a sentence, so that Yan Chai heard it, and he couldn't bear to say it at that time, and only asked when he turned around.

Thinking about it like this, I couldn't help but feel that Yan Chai was better again, and the look in his eyes gradually became gentle.

Fu Mingxia saw it clearly, her heart was sour, she thought about Feng Wanying, and then remembered that the sisters in the house might not marry worse than herself in the future, and she was a little stunned for a while.

The next person came in and called the two of them to eat, and she was still depressed and unhappy.

This meal made everyone have mixed feelings, at noon Yan Chai drank some wine, and was sent into the boudoir where Fu Minghua lived before he got married, Fu Minghua heard that he was a little drunk, and hurriedly went back to take care of him.

It was only when he went back that he found that he was drunk, and he was leaning on the edge of the bed soberly, rummaging through some drawers at the head of her bed.

Fu Minghua entered the house and laughed.

"Fortunately, Mama was busy making tea and didn't come in."

Yan chased as if it was fine, stretched out his arms, and motioned for her to come over.

"What is Saburo looking for?"

Yan Chai was a little interested: "This is where you have lived, I want to see if I can find something related to you in this drawer." ”

He has a faint smell of wine on him, and he is not smoky.

Fu Minghua sat down and squatted on the side of the bed to open the drawer.

Most of the contents of the book have been removed, but some things are still left.

The two of them were a little interested when they flipped through it, until Fu Minghua found a kin that he had beaten, it had been some years, and the color of the knots had faded a little, and it was stained with some ash.

“…… At that time, it was Khufuzi who taught me and asked me to go back and practice. ”

When she was young, she practiced tirelessly, and she couldn't even hold a spoon in her fingers when she was eating for several days.

There were small beads falling on it, Yan Chai couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand to play with it, and saw that the beads falling on the tassel kept shaking, and there was a 'ding' sound between collisions.

"I didn't expect Yuan Niang to have such a cute time."

She blushed a little, and regretted going through the lattices with him, muttering speechless.

Yan picked up the tassel and touched it again.

Outside, Mama Jiang relieved Fu Minghua's encirclement, she brought a basin of water in, Fu Minghua breathed a sigh of relief, twisted the handkerchief and came over to wipe Yan Chai's face.

Mama Jiang stood outside and didn't dare to go in, and spoke to Fu Minghua through the screen:

"If the prince is drunk, he will undress and let the prince sleep for a while."

Fu Minghua answered, and heard the sound of the door being pulled outside, and Mama Jiang and Biyun went out.

Yan Chai wiped his face and hands, sat on the bed and looked at Fu Minghua and smiled:

"Undress me and let me sleep for a while."

He learned to speak before Mama Jiang, his legs were slightly separated, his palms were propped up on his knees, and his eyes fell on Fu Minghua.

The long hair tied up in the jade crown loosened a little, and a few strands of hair fell down.

Fu Minghua took off his shoes and stood on the couch to take the gold hook and jade belt around his waist for him.

She turned sideways, and it was not easy to solve it, and she tried several times in a row, but she couldn't solve it.

Yan Chai's gaze fell unscrupulously from her neck to her chest, and then to her skirt.

She bent over, and without untying it several times, she knelt on the couch, leaned over his lap, and reached out to untie the golden hook.

The soft chest pressed against his legs, causing him to swallow his saliva unconsciously, and his Adam's apple slid slightly.

This is her boudoir, a place where his blood boils at the thought of it several times before the two were married.

He'd only been in here twice, and when he thought about it, his eyes changed.

She unhooked the golden hook, Yan Chai reached out and poked in along the slanted neckline, she turned sideways to dodge, and still asked him not to move.

Yan Chai where could he listen to her, his fingertips gently flicked the softness, and he felt that point quickly stand up, she was out of breath and was about to cry.

"Lord Wang!"

She struggled and couldn't help but glare at him.

What is this place? He doesn't look at the occasion and just comes to the place.

Yan chased her and kissed her, and lazily responded: "I know." ”

Fu Minghua was suspicious, grabbed his hand and tried to pull him out.

He refused to withdraw his hand, but silently urged her to sleep for a while in addition to her clothes.

She bit her lip, forcibly endured the soft feeling brought by the strange hand on her chest, untied his jade belt in a few clicks, and he raised his head and whispered in Fu Minghua's ear:

"Yuan Niang, let me take a look."

Fu Minghua ignored him, propped himself up and pulled his coat away for him, his palm changed direction, and she bit her lips tighter, forcing herself not to hum. She obviously widened his clothes for him, but in the end, he neatly untied his belt.

For some reason, she remembered what Yan Chai said that day, it is more convenient to take off your clothes than to put them on.

Yan Chai buried her head in her chest, her legs trembled, and she was still reminding him: "This is the Changle Hou Mansion." ”

He knew where it was, nodded, and said vaguely:

"I know."

The hot air he blew was blowing on his chest, and the soft/jade gel still bore the marks of last night.

Her skin originally looked flawless and beautiful, and this mark was especially vivid.

A few months after getting married, the crisp/breasts were bigger, with the fragrance of her body, and he was so tempted that he couldn't swallow it all.

He couldn't feel that it was enough, so Fu Minghua kept urging him, trembling nervously.

Here gave the two of them a very wonderful feeling, nervous and exciting, he reached out to hold Fu Minghua: "Touch me." ”

There was temptation in his voice, the ghost sent the gods, Fu Minghua reached out and held him, although he repeatedly promised that he would not come nonsense, but he still did not hold back, and he was in close contact with her.

She is like a spring/water, soft under his attack. (To be continued.) )