"You squat, you are very particular about your horse steps."

Fu Yizhi's voice came from his ears, with a slight mockery.

…… It's Brother Yan who is too tolerant of you.

Fu Anan complained silently in his heart.

"Don't dare to sit?"

Fu Yizhi looked over, leaned back on the seat calmly and lazily, and stared at her like this.

I didn't dare to sit in the first place.

Now I dare not be stared at.

Fu An'an maintained the posture of squatting and stepping, hold on, I can!

"Mr. Fu, you've been holding the beauty for a long time and just talking?"

The middle-aged man has now carried out that in-depth exercise, looking at Fu Yizhi's appearance, where are he still provoking after the exercise,

"You can't do it, do you?"

You can't!

Fu Anan wanted to go back and let this person say a few words.

Then suddenly her body sank, and she was suddenly pressed to sit on Fu Yizhi's lap. Above.

"Hold me."

Fu Yizhi suddenly said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Fu An'an was stunned for a moment, looked at the man in front of him who had been staring at them, and obediently hugged his neck.

Fu Yizhi pinched her yao, and his fingers rubbed lightly on her rosy lips. Tsuki, with a low voice giving orders,

"Kiss me."

What the?

Fu Anan froze for a moment, and then swept to the middle-aged man watching the play next to him, and instantly understood that Father Fu wanted her to act.

She looked at Fu Yizhi's perfect facial features, and smacked on his side face.

Fu Yizhi looked at her, gestured with his eyes, and continued.

The person next to him was still watching.

Fu An'an kissed him on the other side of his face, on his forehead, and then on his cheek.

"Are you going to kiss only these three places?"

The voice came from the front of her, and then the scent of cedar enveloped her.

His lips were gagged by another mouth, and something else was drilled into his mouth, and Fu An'an's eyes widened.

She tried to back off, but was dragged back again.

Then, a hand entered from under the hem of her clothes and slid between her yao's limbs.

The zipper of the padded jacket that was originally pulled to the top slipped down halfway, and the oversized clothes were loose at the moment. Pine. Collapse. Collapse. of the snow hanging on her shoulders. The white skin and the only small piece of cloth inside were exposed.

Fu Yizhi finally withdrew from her mouth, but this was not the end.

His slightly cool straight nose. The tip gently ran across her neck. neck, followed by locks. Under the bone, the small red and conspicuous mole was caught.

A kiss and a kiss.

The men watching on the side were mostly blocked by Fu Yizhi's back, and they could only see a little milky white exposed between the gaps.

The occasional sound makes people rise sharply.

The middle-aged man's throat moved uncontrollably, and his palm was forceful, pinching the woman next to her, making her cry out in slight pain for the rest of her life.

Then Fu Yizhi stopped and got Fu An'an's open clothes up, and stood up with her in his arms.

"Where is our room?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly asked someone to take them over. It's a pity that this person is too well protected to see his original appearance.

Fu Yizhi went to their room, then put the person on the bed, and the door closed.

Fu An'an, wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, is like a candy with wrapper.

At the thought of this, his eyes darkened, and he reached out to untie the paper that had wrapped his candy.

Then, before the hand arrived, there was a faint sobbing sound from inside.

Fu An'an's mentality collapsed.

Brother Fu's appearance just now was too terrifying.

She endured it for a long time, but she couldn't help it.

Brother Fu and Brother Yan, are they sure that they are true love?

It feels like her career is coming to an end.