Fu Shiye pushed the door in and walked to the side of the bed: "Remember to wipe the potion on the bedside, I see that you have been bitten by mosquitoes on your hands and have a lot of bags." Need...... Can I help? ”

"I'll do it myself!" Wen Yabao was tightly wrapped and hid in the quilt.

"Are you sure a person can?"

Fu Shiye dragged the chair of the dresser over and sat on the edge of the bed.

I didn't listen to it at all, and I didn't mean to leave.

He had already taken out the swab, opened the bottle of the potion, and locked his eyes on her.

Wen Yabao was forced to toss out of the quilt, stretched out his arm and let Fu Shiye pinch and rub it round.

There are indeed a lot of small red envelopes on his arms that have been bitten by mosquitoes, and Wen Yabao has a strong tolerance.

Shooting on the set or outdoors, such scenes have long been accustomed to.

If it's itchy, just reach out and scratch it, and you won't particularly care.

Fu Shiye's palms are very high in her fingertips, and in the air-conditioned room, she wants to avoid it.

"I'm so afraid of me, and I dare to agree to the original conditions. Should I say you're bold, or should I say you're big-hearted? Or is Miss Wen trying to get away with it now? ”

Fu Shiye expected that she would withdraw her hand, so he choked her wrist early.

Is this a hint that she is seducing him?

Wen Yabao bit her lip, her head spinning rapidly, "Then Fu always wants me to be caught?" Or don't you want me to get caught? ”

The problem was like a ball, and it was kicked back to Fu Shiye.

"Then Miss Wen has it or not?" Fu Shiye insisted on breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

Wen Yabao secretly thought about it several times, and finally organized a sentence that should not offend Fu Shiye to prevaricate, "It's not good for anyone to do fake plays, and I'm not stupid enough to challenge Old Madam Fu's authority." So...... Mr. Fu, rest assured, I absolutely do not have any covetousness for you beyond what was agreed. ”

She raised her other hand and swore.

Fu Shiye's eyes sank violently, and the strangled wrist was suddenly aggravated by the force.

Isn't that satisfying? Do you want to be seduced?

Or does the mother-fetus solo want to fall in love?

Wen Yabao's bold guess really surprised herself.

"That...... Mr. Fu, if you have any needs, you can directly mention them, except for those I can't do. If you let me guess...... I probably you off and didn't know what you wanted me to do for you. ”

Guessing that people like this kind of thing is not pleasing in the first place.

It's okay to guess right, but if you don't guess, it's a thunderbolt.

Fu Shiye let go of his hand, and as far as his eyes could see, it was Wen Yabao Biller's red wrist.

It was he who lost control and mistook his strength.

The deep light of his eyes suppressed the tumbling emotions, but the low pressure around Fu Shiye did not converge very well.

He continued to rub the medicine for Wen Yabao.

Wen Yabao didn't dare to move the whole time, so she could only let Fu Shiye slowly apply the potion on her arm at the speed of embroidery.

The potion has the effect of disinfection and sterilization, and it is stained on the dug wound, and there is a tingling pain.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, Fu Shiye finally stopped the movements in his hand, and handed the newly dipped cotton swab in his hand to Wen Yabao: "The wound on your foot, you come by yourself?" ”

Wen Yabao quickly took the swab: "It's already very troublesome Mr. Fu, let's do it myself!" ”

"Okay, let's take a shower in the bathhouse."

Fu Shiye's casual words directly made Wen Yabao jump up from the bed and jump on the carpet.

Burnt red cheeks, the color has not faded.

At this moment, her face is a very gentle peachy pink.

She quickly grabbed the potion bottle and mobile phone at the head of the bed, and escaped from the bedroom with a smoke: "I'll sleep on the sofa, good night Mr. Fu!" ”