Residual lotus, light fragrance!

Even in a dream, Fu Qingyao woke up.

Of the people she knew, there was only one person on whom she had smelled it.

He sat up violently and subconsciously looked around, the room was not completely dark, and the outline of things could be faintly seen.

It's just that against the backdrop of the dark red gauze tent, everything in the house is not real.

Fu Qingyao wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead, lifted the gauze tent, and the whole person immediately froze.

In the single sofa not far away, the silhouette of a person can be faintly seen, and at the same time, the fragrance that seems to be flowing becomes clearer and clearer.

Then, the figure stood up and turned on the wall lamp.

The sudden light clearly showed everything in the room, and Fu Qingyao saw Song Yan's handsome face.

The cold eyes glanced at the bedroom, and finally landed on Fu Qingyao like condescension, and then the pupils shrank.

In the dim light, Fu Qingyao's white carcass loomed under the gauze tent, like purple jade, revealing a faint light.

The gaze that seemed to be substantial finally brought her back to her senses and felt the coolness on her body, which reflected that she had the habit of sleeping naked.

Subconsciously put down the gauze curtain and pulled the purple satin quilt.

Looking at the figure outside the curtain, she didn't even have the strength to ask, and she only felt aggrieved and unwilling in the depths of her heart.

What does he think of her, an outer room, he can come whenever he wants, without informing anyone!

In the eyes of people like him, people like them have no dignity at all.

I'm willing to come and see you. It's already rejoicing. and dare to ask for so-called dignity.

Amusing!

This is what they think of the so-called noble family. Just like Zhou Qizhi can't look down on Yi San, how can the Song family look down on them.

"Get out!"

What he said last time was enough to make him lose face, he thought that with his temperament, he should never want to see her, but he didn't expect to come over in person.

Should she Fu Qingyao be honored to be able to let such a cold-hearted person come over?

Song Yan didn't answer at all, just waved the curtain and looked at the current Fu Qingyao fixedly.

The red curtain is half-hung and half-up. Under the purple satin quilt is a snow-white carcass, and a green silk is softly scattered on the shoulders, if such hair is scattered on the pillow, what a beautiful scenery it should be.

It can make almost all men crazy, Song Yan squinted his eyes and thought.

Because he just woke up, the whole person is still a little messy, but he looks even more lazy, with a delicate posture that is rarely seen on weekdays.

If you can linger in such a gentle space, what kind of enjoyment it should be, there is no experience. The whole person is already crispy.

Hundreds of steels turned into finger wrapping soft, and Song Yan was no exception. I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her face.

was knocked down by Fu Qingyao, "Get out." ”

Song Yan snorted coldly and pinched her chin, only then did he realize that her chin was so small and exquisite.

"I'll get out." His deep voice was like the stupidest drink in the middle of the night, making people drunk, "Then who do you want, Su Luoran." ”

obviously didn't have any expression, but the contempt and disdain in that tone made the fire in Fu Qingyao's heart burst out.

"What qualifications do you have to mention him?"

Song Yan looked left and right with her face, as if she was checking an item, and said casually: "What does that kid have, a little white face, what can I afford?"

Fu Qingyao sneered, "Even if he doesn't have anything, he will always be a little better than you, he is not a second-hand product that has been used by women." ”

said as if he remembered something, and looked at Song Yan's face, "Also, with a face like you, if you are in a nightclub, even if you don't pay for it, there are a lot of women who want to sleep with you all night, not to mention that you not only sleep with you, but also pay for prostitution." With such a good deal, how could any woman be stupid enough to push it away. ”

In a word, she just thinks he is a second-hand product that has been slept with by a woman.

Song Yan's face remained unchanged, but her eyes narrowed, and the hand pinching her chin was stronger, and a pain struck, and Fu Qingyao felt that it should be red.

With a cold glint in his eyes, he said coldly: "Luo Ran really didn't bully women without you, he was really a hero." ”

"It's so fun to provoke me." Song Yan was expressionless, but the strength of his hands was unloaded, and he gently stroked the position that was pinched red by him, "Even if this is the case, your abacus will still fail." ”

Fu Qingyao narrowed her eyes, "The beautiful wife and proud child in the backyard of the Song Mansion are still waiting for you, how can you have the kung fu to break into the house at night." ”

Hearing her words, Song Yan somehow suddenly felt better.

He looked down on Su Luoran, and he didn't believe that the woman he fancied would like such a child who didn't have any hair, so he didn't take him to heart at all.

And Fu Qingyao's words made him believe that everything she did was to show her dissatisfaction.

Isn't it jealous to say this now?

Thinking about what kind of person he Song Yan is, how can a woman push herself away, thinking about it like this, it is even softer, and it is almost love. Stroking.

Fu Qingyao had goosebumps all over her body, and she found that people like Song Yan had a disease.

In his eyes, as long as he gave a little more attention to a woman, that woman must be grateful to Dade for his excitement and waiting for mercy. It was as if the whole world was opened by their house, revolving around him.

Although he has never been called a "prince", what is the difference between him and the so-called "prince"?

It's just that Song Yan is older, his mind is more detailed, and the city government is deeper, and the "prince's disease" is not obvious, and the "emperor's disease" can only be seen at a deeper level.

And Su Luoran was young, and the number of paragraphs was a little worse, so she could see it.

Looking at Song Yan like this, Fu Qingyao was irritable and crooked.

In Su Luoran, there are a large number of girls who like him; And here in Song Yan, there are a large number of women who want to sleep with him.

Those women are as many as Jiang Li, coupled with a good family background, they naturally developed that kind of self-respecting personality.

From this point of view, there is almost no difference between the two.

Su Luoran liked her at first, wasn't it because she Fu Qingyao didn't slap him like other girls, so she became curious, and then began to compete in her heart.

When it comes to Song Yan, it is a little more complicated, and he directly thinks that Fu Qingyao wants to capture and indulge, there are still a few excellent men like me in the world, how can there be women who don't like it.

What's more, the ambiguous appearance of the two before, women have always been more affectionate than men, and they are more sure of their thoughts.

If Su Luoran subconsciously thought that Fu Qingyao was a mountain that he wanted to climb and conquer, then Song Yan didn't think she didn't like him at all, he was so confident.

What is the difference between him and the previous Su Luoran, they are both sick!

If it's a disease, it will be cured!

She can cure Prince Su Luoran's illness, and she doesn't believe that Song Yan's "imperial disease" is not good.

For people like him, what he can't get is the best, and the only way to cure his disease.

She decided to teach him a lesson.

Therefore, in Fu Qingyao's silence, when Song Yan thought that she had guessed her idea correctly, thought that she had acquiesced in her behavior, and pressed up, Fu Qingyao moved.

The hand placed under the quilt was pulled out violently, rounded his arm, and gave Song Yan a blow.

The high-voltage electric baton plus Fu Qingyao to eat. The strength of milk, Song Yan can't bear it after cruel training, he glanced at Fu Qingyao's white chest, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the bed with dark fragrance.

Seeing that he fainted, Fu Qingyao breathed a sigh of relief, kicked him to the ground, and quickly got up and put on his clothes.

After wandering around the bedroom, he couldn't find a rope, so he found two belts and tied his hands behind his back. After circling around the corpse on the ground, still feeling unsafe, he tied his feet with a belt, and then dragged him into the bathroom, poured a basin of water and threw it directly into his face.

Hey, I haven't woken up yet!

Another pot, haven't woken up yet, come again!

Haven't woken up yet! Again!

Fu Qingyao felt that the TV was all a lie, obviously she had already poured more than ten basins of water, and the unconscious person hadn't woken up yet.

I had no choice but to use a killer move.

turned on the shower faucet, aimed at Song Yan's face like extinguishing a fire, sprayed non-stop, and finally woke people up.

Whew, finally woke up.

Throwing away the water pipe in his hand, Fu Qingyao looked at Song Yan and patted his face.

At this moment, she felt that the lady had nothing to do with her, it turned out that behind her few words, she was a female man with a picky foot, there was wood!

Fu Qingyao deeply felt that if Song Yan liked her like this, then the aesthetics were really ...... Wonderful!

Obviously, looking at Fu Qingyao, who was wearing home clothes, with a smug face, and an electric baton in his hand, Song Yan was also shocked by this look.

Because on his always expressionless face, Fu Qingyao even read the word crack.

slapped his face with an electric baton, Fu Qingyao smiled: "I didn't expect that the famous son of the Song family would one day be planted in the hands of a woman." ”

Song Yan moved slightly, and immediately discovered the current situation.

In the end, it was from a big family, and he quickly regained his composure, looking at Fu Qingyao with an expressionless face, "What do you want?" ”

"What do I want, isn't it clear to the eldest prince of Song?" patted his face again, Fu Qingyao's heart was obviously very happy, and again and again, "I asked you to take away the old lady's first kiss without saying anything, I asked you to run to the old lady's house in the middle of the night to cosplay Sadako, I let you break into the boudoir at night and don't respect the old lady, I let you pinch the old lady's chin, you also have today, hum." ”

Fu Qingyao felt that she had endured humiliation for so long, and finally turned over as a serf and sang her family.

Looking at her bandit-like appearance, the corners of Song Yan's mouth twitched, obviously such Fu Qingyao had exceeded his cognition.

To be honest, no woman has ever been rude like this in front of him since he was so old.

But that's her, isn't it?

Song Yan's eyes showed two points of tenderness, and Fu Qingyao felt a chill.

Isn't this man sick, he has abused him like this, and he is still gentle.

No, people with such split personalities have to stay away from themselves. (To be continued......)