Her waist was hugged, and her body was so strong that he grabbed it back with one arm.

He looked at her blushing face, shy eyes, and laughed at her half-inappropriately, "What are you running?!" Is this still ashamed? ”

It's okay if he doesn't say it, he is so clear that he laughed at her, and Xu Qingcheng's whole face turned even redder in annoyance.

The teeth of hatred tickled, "You let go." ”

"Where?" He deliberately, his hand touched her and that, watching her twist her body to dodge.

Xu was about to jump to his feet, but what was even more terrifying was that the silk pajamas covered the whiteness of her body, but they couldn't hide the swaggering ups and downs in his sight.

She wrapped her arms around her chest, angry and ashamed, "Fu Jingting, don't go too far." ”

"Where did I go too far?" The man chuckled as if he were teasing a red-faced chick jumping up and down.

"You're laughing at me, aren't you?!" She kicked him in the leg with her bare feet, "I can't blush yet, can I, think everyone is as thick as a city wall like you." ”

The first of Miss Xu's philosophy of life, when you really can't pretend, just admit it, because if you admit it, they won't have anything to laugh at you.

Fu Jingting chuckled, he pinched her face with his hand, "Okay, thick enough." ”

Xu Qingcheng was annoyed, and his arrogance went straight to the door of his head.

Can you drag this man out, castrated.

She slapped his hand away and stomped downstairs, away from the man, she really didn't have face left in front of him.

When she ran down and remembered that she couldn't walk in her pajamas, standing downstairs, she looked up and asked him, "I can't wear clothes." You didn't have anyone bring clothes? ”

If he breaks it, he will pay for it.

The man came down the stairs and glanced at her, "No." ”

Xu Tingcheng snorted, she took N pieces from the high-end app, and then asked the store to deliver ready-to-wear.

After doing this, Xu Qingcheng rushed into the kitchen and boiled rice porridge directly in the rice cooker.

There was ham in the fridge and there were eggs.

She is also skilled, a little olive oil, eggs, ham fried OK.

This is really Xu Qingcheng's specialty, so he lives on this.

Her hungry chest was pressed against her back, Xu Tingcheng was afraid that she would faint with low blood sugar if she didn't eat anymore, she had to maintain her combat effectiveness, and there was still a battle to fight at night.

Since Ye Chengnian spared no effort to force her into a dead end, barefoot people are not afraid to wear shoes.

She Xu Chengcheng is not able to be pinched and rubbed all over by others.

Fu Jingting poured himself a glass of water, and looked at the kitchen lazily according to the water table.

She was dressed in a silk red nightdress, her skin was white and beautiful, even if she was holding a spatula, she was still beautiful and elegant.

The things in the bones, even if they fall into the mud, will still be dazzling.

Fu Jingting couldn't help but think that if one day, the prosperous world was defeated and she was cornered, he couldn't imagine that she could unload this beautiful and high-minded cultivation habit, and even more could not imagine that she would casually find a man to marry and start the life of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

Therefore, Ye Tinghong thought that if she was forced to a dead end, she would be able to obediently surrender to him?

Fu Jingting sneered.

At that time, just her skin and bones, how many wealthy dignitaries flocked to her.

Well, so is he one?

Xu Tingcheng put the ham and fried eggs on the plate, and when he turned around, he smiled inexplicably and laughed weirdly.

Miss Xu sneered very much in her heart, her image of Fu Jingting has always been inconsistent with the calm and calm things evaluated by the outside world, except for the last time in the Fu Group, he communicated and talked with people, with ease, and momentum, at that time she subconsciously straightened her back, which was a kind of unconscious respect for business people.

But most of the time, what she remembers deeply is that the image of him after stripping off the blazer can really only be equated with the gentleman, although it is not very objective.