"Come over for dinner."

Fu Wenzhou shouted again, opened the food box, put out the porridge and snacks inside one by one, and then bent down to pick up the porridge, and the kitten turned into a small clip and meowed with his head arching his chin.

He is too casual, not like he doesn't go into other people's houses in the morning, but seems to go back to his own house calmly.

For a while, Song Qingyu couldn't help but have an illusion.

Is this her home or Fu Wenzhou's home?

Thinking so, she asked.

Hearing this, Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows on one side, and his smile was a little evil: "It can also be my home." ”

Song Qingyu: "...... Get out. ”

Fu Wenzhou's face sank, but in front of him was the little fairy he couldn't wait to offer.

"Come over for dinner, or shall I feed you myself?"

His tone was dangerous, and his eyes were even more dangerous, Song Qingyu weighed two seconds and sat down.

The delicate little snacks on the table are all the flavors she likes, but Song Qingyu's health is not large, and she is full after eating a little.

Fu Wenzhou looked at her, and then looked at the kitten next to him who was also eating, and there was a shallow smile in his eyes that were always full of anger, "Why can't you compare to the appetite of porridge, you are too easy to feed." ”

As she spoke, she dragged her leftover porridge bowl over and ate it in three or two bites.

Song Qingyu was just about to say that he would transfer money to him, but when he saw this situation, all the words were blocked in his throat.

She pursed her lips, "That's what I've eaten." ”

Fu Wenzhou took a bite of a crystal dumpling, "I don't dislike it." ”

Song Qingyu rubbed the corners of her forehead, "I dislike it." ”

Fu Wenzhou ate for a moment, took a sip of porridge, and suddenly reached over with his big hand, pinched the back of her neck and pressed her over.

Before she could react, his hot and moist lips came to him.

Song Qingyu was unexpectedly pried open her lips, and the warm and sweet porridge came over.

Her eyes widened, she couldn't believe that he was so ridiculous and presumptuous!

Subconsciously reached out to push him away, but Fu Wenzhou's palm was like iron pliers imprisoned on the back of her neck, her thin lips were pressed very tightly, and her hot and humid breath was mixed.

Being tossed by him like this, Song Qingyu's eyes were moist, as if the fresh grapes were covered with a layer of morning mist, and he glared at him with a little annoyance and dissatisfaction: "Fu Wenzhou!" ”

Fu Wenzhou stared straight at her crimson little face, his Adam's apple rolled, and he hummed absentmindedly.

The eyeballs seem to grow on those delicate red lips, and they can't take their eyes off.

The desire to hide her for himself is getting stronger and stronger!

"Do you still dislike me?" His thin lips were slightly raised, and his voice was abnormally hoarse.

Song Qingyu said angrily: "I'm disgusted, you want to eat it, don't ...... it here."

Before the words fell, Fu Wenzhou pressed over again.

This time it was no longer a taste, with a terrible sense of oppression and possessiveness, like a beast, almost swallowing her alive!

The moment his hand reached along the hem of her home clothes, Song Qingyu shuddered for no reason, and a trace of muttering overflowed the corners of her mouth.

The man opened his eyes, and terrible emotions rolled in his eyes.

He easily hugged the person on his lap with one hand, Song Qingyu pressed against his chest, his eyes rippled with a layer of moisture, and he said in a panic: "Fu Wenzhou!" You are crazy?! ”

"Grapefruit ......" The man's breathing suddenly became heavier and heavier, and it was against her ear, like a poison that was going to destroy it, as if it was about to drown Song Qingyu.

Fu Wenzhou seemed to have lost her mind, which made her feel scared.

"Fu Wenzhou cough cough cough cough ......" Sensing his too terrible sense of aggression, Song Qingyu suddenly panicked, and coughed violently without mentioning his breath for a while.

Fu Wenzhou was pulled back to his senses from the edge of losing control, and quickly patted her on the back to help her calm down, "Yuyu, don't be angry, I won't touch you, okay?" ”

Song Qingyu covered her mouth, her body trembled when she coughed, and Fu Wenzhou listened to the heart-rending cough, regretted it, and kept apologizing.

But he apologized, but he didn't mean to let go of her in his hands, especially him......

Song Qingyu eased up, the two were almost skin to skin at this time, and even the other party's heartbeat could be heard so close that she could clearly feel some changes in the man.

Her pretty little face was white and red for a while, spreading from the roots of her ears to her neck, and even the exposed half of her white jade-like shoulders were dyed a thin layer of red.

Fu Wenzhou looked at the white and red fragrant shoulders, and his eyes suddenly became dark.

There is still an honest look on his face, and he gently helps her to calm down.

The hand that held her slender waist involuntarily pressed the person into his arms.

Song Qingyu was embarrassed and angry, and raised her hand to slap: "Let go of me!" ”

She didn't think that Fu Wenzhou didn't dodge this slap at all, and slapped her firmly on the face, and she was stunned when she was beaten.

In the next second, Fu Wenzhou held his wrist!

The man's eyes were terrifying, as if he was about to swallow her alive.

Song Qingyu always heard others say that Fu Wenzhou is a dangerous person, but Fu Wenzhou in front of her is a splattering mad dog, and this appearance is really rare at this time.

She subconsciously closed her eyes and shrunk her neck.

But the expected slap didn't fall, but her palm was licked by something.

She opened her eyes blankly, Fu Wenzhou was bowing her head, and a gentle kiss fell on her palms and fingers.

It was like electricity rushing through her fingertips, from her fingertips to her palms, all the way to her limbs, and a shiver ran in her back.

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyes, his slender and deep eyes stared at her, and the heavy emotions in his eyes were undisguised, surging and intense like a landslide and tsunami......

Her stunned appearance was reflected in her dark eyes, and her heart trembled, as if something soft had swept on the tip of her heart, and her fingertips were subconsciously hooked.

Then I heard him ask, "Does your hand hurt?" ”

Song Qingyu's red lips smacked a few times, and Fu Wenzhou said softly: "Good, I was wrong, don't be angry." ”

Song Qingyu took a breath, clenched her fists involuntarily, and slightly widened the distance between the two: "...... You let me go first. ”

She turned her face away from him, and the intention of resistance on her face was obvious.

Fu Wenzhou was on fire in his heart, angry and aggrieved, and more distressed.

He let go of his hand with a heavy gaze.