Chapter 7: Red Lips

Does he still want to drink porridge?

It is clear that he dislikes the time to drink porridge too quickly.

When Lin Xiaoxiao's second bowl of porridge came, Fu Tingshen had a very uncooperative look, and took a sip, almost thirty seconds before he took a sip.

Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't understand what was going on at all, and cooperated with Fu Tingshen throughout the whole process.

By the time Fu Tingshen finished drinking the second bowl of porridge, Lin Xiaoxiao felt that her wrist was about to break.

It was not easy to be abused by Fu Tingshen last night, and she was abused by Fu Tingshen early in the morning, why is she so pitiful?

However, after Fu Tingshen drank the second bowl of porridge, Lin Xiaoxiao still asked with a smile: "Do you still want a bowl?" ”

If he could, of course Fu Tingshen still wanted to have a bowl, but after drinking two bowls of porridge, he was already full.

Simply, he didn't answer Lin Xiaoxiao, leaned back in the chair, looked at Lin Xiaoxiao with a cold face, and looked at Lin Xiaoxiao indifferently and detachedly: "Lin Xiaoxiao, no matter what tricks you are doing, I will not agree to divorce." ”

Rao is Fu Tingshen couldn't see Lin Xiaoxiao's thoughts clearly, but he also guessed seven or eight points.

And he only has one thought, no matter what Lin Xiaoxiao does, he will not agree to divorce.

Lin Xiaoxiao nodded like pounding garlic: "I know!" We don't get divorced, we will live a good life in the future! ”

Lin Xiaoxiao looked at Fu Tingshen with a smile and said, but Fu Tingshen's face became even colder.

Lin Xiaoxiao sighed in her heart, of course she knew that she would not believe Fu Tingshen when she said this.

Lin Xiaoxiao felt that if Fu Tingshen believed in her, it would be a big battle.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, and Xiaoxiao still needs to work hard!

"Lin Xiaoxiao—"

The feeling of not being able to see through Lin Xiaoxiao is very bad for Fu Tingshen.

He glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao lightly.

Lin Xiaoxiao seemed to be alive, smiling, full of vitality, and she didn't seem to avoid him like a snake and scorpion when she saw him before.

It stands to reason that he should be happy.

can think of Lin Xiaoxiao's changed purpose, but Fu Tingshen couldn't be happy.

"Hey! I'm here! I'm here! What are you going to tell me? Is it to drink coffee? I'm going to cook it for you now? ”

After the porridge is drunk, you should be able to drink coffee now, right?

Lin Xiaoxiao is courteous.

Fu Tingshen didn't continue the previous topic, his eyes fell on the computer, as if he hadn't called Lin Xiaoxiao just now, everything was Lin Xiaoxiao's hallucination.

The smile froze on her face, Lin Xiaoxiao was so angry!

However, Fu Tingshen at work is really charming.

This is the first time Lin Xiaoxiao has observed Fu Tingshen well.

Fu Tingshen is very handsome, the only kind of handsome, and his figure is also great.

Thinking of last night's incident, Lin Xiaoxiao's face couldn't help but turn a little red.

When she looked at Fu Tingshen, she was a little embarrassed, although he was wearing clothes now, but her head would always inadvertently think of how he didn't wear clothes last night.

Under Lin Xiaoxiao's gaze, Fu Tingshen stood up and began to clean up the documents on the table, ignoring Lin Xiaoxiao directly.

A well-cut suit was worn on his body, setting off his slender and straight figure.

The legs wrapped in trousers are slender and straight.

It was these legs that knelt in front of her last night—

Ah! She was thinking about anything.

After Fu Tingshen finished packing up the documents, she raised her eyes and glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao, her face was red, and her eyes locked on him, like a wolf seeing meat, which made Fu Tingshen chill for a while.

He frowned slightly, and looked at each other.

Fu Tingshen's eyes were like an abyss, and Lin Xiaoxiao was sucked in at once.

Moving forward, she held her head high and looked at Fu Tingshen.

A pair of small hands suddenly circled Fu Tingshen's neck, stood on tiptoe, and sent his red lips.