The little girl's voice was glutinous:

"But you're Mr. Fu!"

In the three days of her previous life, Mr. Fu treated her like a jewel.

obviously loves her, but he doesn't even dare to hold her hand.

He held her carefully in the palm of his hand, treating her like a fragile jewel.

Because he is Mr. Fu, it doesn't matter if he changes out of his school uniform skirt in front of him.

Because she knows that Mr. Fu is the most upright man in the world!

- But you're Mr. Fu!

It's like a butterfly flapping its wings and setting off a storm in a distant place.

The bedroom is dimly lit.

The tips of Fu Qinghan's ears quietly spread crimson.

His heart was beating fast.

"Lingering ......"

In a trance, the little girl he hid on the tip of his heart seemed to be back.

Just in the atmosphere deep and ambiguous. At that moment, Mianmian touched Fu Qinghan's waist, and the program couldn't help but start:

"If you want to appreciate Mr. Fu's male dog waist, it must have a unique flavor."

Male Dog Waist ......

Something special......

The crimson on the tips of Fu Qinghan's ears faded completely.

He turned his head, and the little maid seemed to be ashamed, and her little white hands covered her cheeks tightly, as if she wanted to burrow into the ground.

He walked out the door, "Three thousand words review." ”

Mianmian was shocked!

After dinner, Fu Qinghan sat on the sofa and watched the news as usual.

Mianmian held the fountain pen and stared at the small book in embarrassment.

She's going to write two reviews tonight, and she's tired to think about it.

As the night wore on, Mr. Fu and the servants in the villa were asleep, and she was still lying at the dining table writing reviews......

Tossed until the middle of the night, she finally finished writing the review assigned by Mr. Fu.

With the review book in her hand, she crept into Fu Qinghan's bedroom.

A wrought-iron table lamp emits a soft glow.

On Mr. Fu's bedside table is a photo frame with a photo taken with Mr. Fu on her deathbed in her previous life.

Mianmian admired it for a moment, and felt that she and Mr. Fu were quite a good match.

She lowered her picture frame and looked at the sleeping man.

The man's eyes were closed, the bridge of his nose was high and straight, and he was even more handsome than the star on the poster......

The lingering gaze fell on his thin lips.

Light red lips, very delicate and cool......

Mianmian blinked her apricot eyes and cautiously stepped forward.

The moment she was about to put it on, she was a little entangled.

Mr. Fu is so serious, she secretly kissed him while he was sleeping, it was really not a gentleman's doing.

Then ......

Kiss your forehead!

After doing the bad thing, Mianmian was satisfied and pulled the quilt and lay down beside him.

The spring night was cold, she fell asleep soundly, and unconsciously rolled into the other party's arms.

Fu Qinghan subconsciously hugged the girl's thin waist.

After hugging for a while, Mianmian felt the heat roll out again.

"Stretch...... Don't go ......."

The man murmured deeply in his sleep, and with a big palm, he fished her back again......

He hugged him very tightly, as if he was holding his life.

Dawn.

Mianmian slept uncomfortably, moving around under the covers.

Fu Qinghan was woken up by her and slowly opened his eyes.

Then I found a little man in my arms......

Jiaojiao. Squish.

The little man turned around and looked at him in the morning light.

Xing'er's eyes flashed with stars, and she smiled and bent her eyebrows, "Good morning, Mr. Fu!" ”

After shouting, he looked at Fu Qinghan's gradually sinking face and sniffed.

No matter how stupid she is, she can sense that he is angry!

Avoiding the man's frozen death gaze, Mianmian lowered her head a little weakly, "I won't be next time......"

apologized like this, but he still couldn't prevent the fate of being dragged out of the room by Fu Qinghan with his back collar.

Mianmian was very sad in the face of the heavy closing door.

She turned around and went back to her room, suddenly remembering that she had just seemed to be talking to Mr. Fu normally.

It's stammering, but it's not flirtatious after all. Dial.

She was vaguely aware that the closer she had a relationship with Mr. Fu, the more she could become like a normal girl.

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