Fu Jing was drunk.

Zhou Luo was called out in the middle of the night to pick people up.

There will always be two or three times a month of this kind of thing, Zhou Luo is very familiar with it, she tried her best to get people to the bed, thinking that he must be uncomfortable like this, so she was ready to bring water to scrub him, just about to go, her wrist was dragged by the man, and the whole upper body also pounced on the man.

It's hot and it's hard.

Both of them have been husband and wife for three years, and they have also lived as husband and wife, but they have never had any greasy and ambiguous feelings.

Zhou Luo was actually quite shy, but at the moment, his face was not red or panting, and he asked lightly, "What's wrong, uncomfortable?" ”

The man is handsome, with a natural cold white skin and impeccable facial features, and the lines of his face are perfect, and every part seems to have been carefully crafted.

Not to mention the temperament, he usually has a sense of elegance all over his body, even if he is drunk and chaotic at this time, and his eyes are bloodshot, he is still beautiful.

Fu Jing only glanced at Zhou Luo faintly, as if he closed his eyes again after confirming that it was her, rubbing the soft flesh on her wrist bone, as if he had that meaning, "It's been a while." ”

Zhou Luo's eyes dimmed, his eyelids drooped to cover his eyes, and he said obediently: "You let go first." ”

The man did let go of his hand, but it wasn't because Zhou Luo said it.

He opened his eyes, pillowed one hand behind his head, and his eyes revealed an incomprehensible deep meaning, which seemed to be deep and a little playful.

Zhou Luoyang unbuttoned her clothes with her hands, without half-pushing or twisting, she was just completing a normal thing, and the silence was boring.

Fu Jing didn't have any desire now, and what he said just now was to deliberately tease her and see if she would do it.

"No wonder others say that Mrs. Fu lives in a simple house, IKEA and a room, and is obedient and obedient." It's a word of appreciation, but it doesn't mean anything like it.

Actually, it's more like irony.

The sarcasm of Zhou Luo makes people feel boring, with a good skin, but the temperament is boring, like boiled water, which makes people tasteless.

It stands to reason that her husband is fluttering with colorful flags outside, and as a wife, she should fight and make trouble.

Zhou Luo is good, never silent, and even several times was called out to pick up people in the middle of the night, and she has no complaints.

Whoever sees it doesn't say that he is sensible, saying that Fu Jing is well-trained.

Fu Jing didn't deliberately train her, in his opinion, she was born bland, boring, and had such a good-looking face.

A woman without character, no matter how beautiful she looks, no matter how slippery her skin is, it is easy to get tired.

Can't get interested.

Zhou Luo's hand suddenly paused because of these words, and asked gently, "Is it because of what I haven't done well recently?" ”

After speaking, he added, "I will change." ”

Fu Jing didn't want to laugh, but when he heard her next sentence, he couldn't help laughing, and the words he said were also very harsh, "Go out, it's an eyesore." ”

There was no beautiful atmosphere in the first place, and now there is no atmosphere.

Zhou Luo didn't have any embarrassment on her face, her eyes were calm, she sat on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at the man who would close his eyes again, and then got up to leave.

When she came to the door, she said, "Then you have something to call me." ”

After going out, Zhou Luo sat on the sofa in the living room, she had a pair of beautiful eyes, but she didn't have any looks, and they seemed to be mixed with a mist that people couldn't see clearly.

She just sat there, didn't turn on the lights, it was dark all around, she was not afraid and even enjoyed a little, the pillow next to her was hugged by her, just this action, it made her look a little popular.

I don't know how long it took, but the screen of the mobile phone on the coffee table lit up, and there was new news.

She took it and looked at it.

"Mrs. Fu, I'll see you at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, I want to talk to you about Mr. Fu, see you or leave."

This is not the first time Zhou Luo has received such news, but it is the first time that he has made an appointment to meet.

She didn't know how she slept that night, and when she woke up it was already early in the morning, and she knocked on the door as soon as she got up.

No one answered even a few knocks, so she opened the door and went in, but it was empty.

The bedding on the bed was also cold.

The man is gone.