In the darkness, An Qing looked at the man who came out of thin air and suddenly hung beside her face.

He seemed to really like to take advantage of the night and appear in front of her quietly.

It's like the days when she was under house arrest, the memories that she didn't want to think about, but always came back to her mind.

Probably because her reaction was too quiet, Fu Mochuan thought she was surprised, and lowered his head and pecked her on the lips again.

"Wan'er kept pestering me to let me go, and I finally came back," he chuckled lowly, "Your daughter is really clingy." ”

While he was talking, An Qing took a breath, turned her face slightly, and raised her hand to push him: "I'm tired from sitting on a plane for more than ten hours, go to bed early." ”

Fu Mochuan didn't listen, his hand was wrapped up again, and the tip of his nose gently rubbed against her cheek.

"It's very tired, what to do, there are still things to do."

An Qing was pressed on the bed by him, the man's movements were hot, she pursed her lips, the enthusiasm on the day of separation was still vivid, but somehow, her affection for him was suddenly a little resistant.

"Mochuan." She squeezed his wrist suddenly: "It's late, I'm tired." ”

Her voice was soft, but the refusal was obvious.

The man froze, raising his face to look at her.

In the darkness, she couldn't see the man's expression clearly, but her dark eyes seemed to be dyed with his heat, scorching, and her heart was beating fast.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, turned over and lay down on her side, next to her, hugged her back with his big palm, and embedded her in his arms.

"Sleep."

His tone was calm, his face leaning over, his thin lips still hot, and the heat was imprinted on the center of her brow.

His body was also hot, hot against her, where could An Qing still sleep, she shrank back slightly, and in the next second, the man pulled her back again.

"If you move again, you really don't want to sleep tonight."

"You hug me so tightly, I can't breathe, how can people sleep." An Qing complained quietly.

In the dark, Fu Mochuan pulled the corners of his mouth, his arms loosened slightly, but he still surrounded her domineeringly.

"Wan'er doesn't have your problem, every time I hold it, it's not tight enough."

"It is said that the daughter is the little lover of her father in her last life," An Qing said without thinking: "How good it would be that she was born to you." ”

Speaking of which, he and Wan'er are really very close to each other, and they abducted her with a big bear when they met for the first time.

As soon as the words fell, a big palm pinched her buttocks, and it was a little heavy.

"Say it again." Fu Mochuan grabbed her lip flap at the same time and bit it hard: "Wan'er is my daughter." ”

An Qing snorted in pain, in fact, she didn't mean anything else, just talking about things, Wan'er has been by her side since she was born, and she has spent more time with each other than Langcheng, in her heart, the two children are the same, and she loves them the same.

"Okay, she's your daughter, I know you like little lovers."

Maybe with emotion, this sentence is a bit yin and yang, of course Fu Mochuan heard it, especially the three words "little lover" with a little ridicule.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, the air was suffocatingly dark, and after a few seconds, Fu Mochuan pressed her face in front of him, and her tone did not change.

"Sleep, aren't you tired?"

His face also came up, and his chin pressed against her eyebrows, and An Qing had to close her eyes.

The two snuggled quietly in the dark, the man's big palm clasped the woman, completely taking her into his arms, quite intimate but domineering posture, after many times of pleasure, he hugged her like this, and sometimes when she woke up, she still maintained this posture.

A warm and powerful gesture, as if she were his only one.

But tonight, An Qing suddenly felt uncomfortable.

The hot breath he exhaled sprayed on her face, a little heavy, and made her cheeks burn for a while.

She tried to push him away, when suddenly she heard his low voice, magnetic, and it sounded heart-pounding in the night.

"I haven't touched those women, do you think my vision will be so bad?"

She was stunned, the man didn't say anything more, only this sentence, as if he didn't bother to explain this, An Qing pursed her lips, since he picked the words away, she simply said: "I'm tired of eating porridge and side dishes, and it's not bad to change the taste occasionally, it's nothing, I didn't blame you." ”

She didn't lie, she didn't mean to be angry, the two of them have been through so much, she understands his heart for her, but her heart is always like a thorn, and she panics for a while.

Fu Mochuan loosened his arms around her, and the two of them parted closely, and then he raised her jaw, and looked at her eyes with a pillow on his head.

In the darkness, the expressions of the two were not clear, only the flickering gazes were intertwined.

"Your face is like this, and you still say it's nothing?" His voice was a little helpless: "You believe that others don't believe me?" ”

Others, one is someone else, what about two? How many, many?

An Qing's eyes flashed, and she smiled lightly: "You can see it so dark, of course I believe you, you are my husband, dear, it's not early, let's talk about everything another day." ”

My dear.

She tried her best to pretend that nothing happened, but Fu Mochuan heard her perfunctory.

In silence, she pushed him again, this time Fu Mochuan let go of her hand, she turned over at the head of the bed, turned her back to him, and moved half an inch away from the side intentionally or unintentionally. The man looked at her detached back, didn't say anything, and moved over again in the next second, his big palm still clasping her waist.

An Qing's body trembled, very light, Fu Mochuan felt it, she didn't push him away again, the two of them just lay back and forth, neither spoke again, the room was quiet in the middle of the night, An Qing's mind was very messy, thinking that she couldn't sleep, maybe she was too tired, and she fell asleep again in a daze.

When she woke up in the morning, she was stunned for a moment, and somehow she was taken into the arms of the man again, and he clasped her strongly, and looked down at her face, dark eyes, and I don't know how long I looked at it.

"Awake?" Seeing her open her eyes, he smiled faintly, the curtains were closed, the room was very dark, but the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to penetrate the layers of twilight morning light, shallow, dazzling, dazzling.

An Qing was a little stunned, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw someone staring at her affectionately, no one would be able to react, especially when he smiled so seductively, for a moment her eyes were a little silly.

The man smiled again, probably because of her naivety, and looked down to find her lips.

It wasn't until the two lip pieces were attached together that An Qing reacted, and hurriedly pushed it away: "Don't, I haven't brushed my teeth yet." ”

Fu Mochuan smiled, his mouth was gagged, laughter squeezed low from his chest, and his voice was also slurred.

"It's okay, I don't either."

In the early morning room, all kinds of inappropriate sounds sounded, and a beautiful morning came hotly.

In the end, An Qing reacted, didn't she still have her heart stuffed, why did she let him succeed again?

Fu Mochuan seemed to be in a good mood, his hands were still kneading, he lowered his head and grinded on her lips, again and again, reluctant to leave: "Do you want to sleep more?" ”

"What time is it?" She asked lazily, her anger still not coming to her senses.

"Five minutes and nine o'clock." Fu Mochuan glanced at the bedside table.

What the?

An Qing was startled, and sat up with the bed board: "I made an appointment at half past nine." ”

As she moved, the quilt on her body slid down, and the color in the man's dark eyes became a little richer.

An Qingbai glanced at him, regardless of what was going on on his body, he casually pulled the nightdress and hid it in front of him, turned over and walked under the bed: "It's all your fault, I said don't want it." ”

Looking at her bumpy back, the corners of the man's mouth pulled slightly, although Lu Zikun s bastard was full of waste, there was one thing that was not wrong, the husband and wife quarreled, and it was really a fight at the head of the bed and at the end of the bed.

An Qing moved quickly, and after a quarter of an hour, the two of them had already sat in the car, she simply put on makeup in front of the mirror, Fu Mochuan glanced at it a few times, and reached out to take the eyebrow pencil in her hand.

"Can you leave work on time at night?"

An Qing blinked, his hand clasped her chin, and the eyebrow pencil in the other hand was lightly applied.

Fu Yi, who was sitting precariously, glanced in the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away and stared at the road ahead without squinting.

An Qing stared at his face, and for no reason thought of a poem: Makeup asked her husband in a low voice, is there a thrush deep or shallow?

The heart moved for no reason.

The speed of the car was steady, Fu Mochuan still took a little effort to draw An Qing's eyebrows, held her jaw and looked at it a few times, and her expression seemed to be very serious.

An Qing glanced at the small makeup mirror and pursed her lips in satisfaction.

"It depends," she smiled as she watched the man pick her lips, "You've been absent from work for many days, so you should be very busy today." ”

"Wait for me to call, I'll try to get home as soon as possible."

Go home.

Somehow, An Qing felt that these two words were particularly beautiful.

She nodded, picked up the lipstick and was about to wipe it, but the man suddenly pressed her hand: "I'll apply it later." ”

Why?

She blinked, then thought of something that wasn't so good, and pulled her lips at the man mischievously.

The latter's expression remained unchanged.

An Qing's date place and Fu Shi stopped by, so she sent him first, and when she saw Fu's Mansion from a distance, her eyes moved slightly.

"By the way, I met Cheng Zhu yesterday," she said casually, "Your little secretary is very beautiful." ”

Secretarial.

Fu Mochuan immediately heard her subtext, smiled at the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand again, and pulled away a few strands of long hair for her.

"Not as pretty as you."

Don't look at Mr. Fu's usual cold and cold, looking incomprehensible, An Qing found that he was really invincible in the world when he provoked people, and the simple four words were said by him seriously, and her heart was like being smeared with honey, and it was so sweet all of a sudden.

Although there was still a pimple in her heart, she was in a much better mood, and she turned her head to look at the sanctimonious man, and she threw a wink at him.

"Fu Shao, sometimes men look at women, not just at their faces."

For example, his Xiaomi's figure, but it's super eye-catching, every day in front of such a good thing, a man will think about it.

Although she said this in a joking tone, An Qing admitted that she still minded a little in her heart.

On the morning of Xie Mingzhu's death, Fu Mochuan left with the woman in his arms, but she still remembered it vividly.

Fu Mochuan looked at her with a slightly helpless expression.

"Here we are." The body shook slightly, and Fu Yi stopped the car.

Fu Mochuan glanced out the window, didn't get out of the car immediately, pulled An Qing to his side with a big palm, bit the corner of her ear and said in a low voice: "I only react to you, do you want to prove it here once, wife?" ”