The room was filled with only the sound of each other's breathing.

Song Qingyu's white fingertips gently poked Fu Wenzhou's forehead: "Don't talk nonsense." ”

Fu Wenzhou opened his eyes, his black pupils reflected Song Qingyu's slender figure, and his eyes were focused and paranoid: "I'm serious." ”

Song Qingyu was stunned for two seconds, and then the corners of her lips slowly rose upward: "Well, I know." ”

Fu Wenzhou whispered: "I heard that the night in country Y is very beautiful, pomelo, I want to watch the stars with you." ”

Song Qingyu had a video conference to hold at night, but after thinking about it, it was not impossible to postpone it until tomorrow, and without hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "Okay." ”

Fu Wenzhou's mood immediately became happy, and he sat there honestly waiting for Song Qingyu to cut his hair.

Song Qingyu hasn't cut anyone's hair yet, she has only trimmed the Satsuma raised by Yan Miao.

But it's all haircuts, so there shouldn't be much difference between people and dogs, right?

Song Qingyu was a little nervous, "Don't move." ”

Fu Wenzhou: "I didn't move. ”

"Oh." Song Qingyu said: "Don't move anyway. ”

Fu Wenzhou: "......"

His eyebrows were dyed with a hint of a smile, he tilted his head slightly, and his thin lips came to her ear: "Yuyu, don't be nervous." ”

Song Qingyu glared at him: "What do I have to be nervous about, if you cut it badly, you are ugly, and it is not me who is ugly." ”

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips were hooked, and his clear tone was dyed with a bit of gentleness: "Well, you're not nervous." ”

Obviously, his hands are shaking.

Fu Wenzhou thinks his pomelo is cute.

And when he thought of such a side that only he could see, a sense of joy and satisfaction rose in his heart.

Song Qingyu cut him very carefully, felt that it was too neat and cut him into pieces, learned the hair-cutting video he saw on the Internet, and cut him vertically.

As a result, the force was too strong, and a cut was directly missing.

The corners of Song Qingyu's mouth twitched, and the strength to not admit defeat came up, she didn't believe that she could cut her forehead hair well.

According to the opening, he repaired it again, and then cut it shorter and shorter, seeing that it was going to be gone if he cut it again, Song Qingyu finally stopped and said with annoyance: "It's so ugly." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't care at all, took the mirror handed by Song Qingyu and looked at it a few times, "It's okay, what's ugly." ”

Song Qingyu felt that he loved a little blindly.

Fu Wenzhou casually flicked a few broken hair, and said sincerely: "It's really not ugly, pomelo, I think it's very good-looking, at first glance, this is a master's technique, the thief has a sense of design, and he is unique, and he won't bump into people's hairstyles when he goes out." ”

Song Qingyu was a little suspicious of his aesthetics by him: "Really? ”

Fu Wenzhou affirmed: "Of course it's true, can I still lie to you." ”

His tone was too sincere, Song Qingyu's depressed mood was swept away, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Although it looks ugly just now, it still looks good when you look at it twice." ”

Song Qingyu rarely fails when she is a child, she began to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at the age of three, and her grades have always been the first in her grade, and later she became the most proud student of the teacher when she studied medicine, in a sense, she is the child of someone else.

So the matter of cutting Fu Wenzhou's hair just now made her feel quite frustrated.

But Fu Wenzhou said it was very good-looking.

Song Qingyu believed in Fu Wenzhou's vision.

Fu Wenzhou struck while the iron was hot, "Sister, can I make a request?" ”

"What?" Song Qingyu felt that the puppy was quite well-behaved today, as long as it wasn't too much, he could still satisfy him.

Fu Wenzhou hugged Song Qingyu and looked forward to it: "Can you kiss me?" ”

Song Qingyu's eyelids raised slightly, he was too tall, she looked up to see the man's jaw: "Bow your head." ”

Fu Wenzhou bent down and looked at Song Qingyu at eye level.

His lips are very colorful, there is a little abrasion on the lip flap, and there is a scab on the broken skin, which is inexplicably a little more sexy.

Song Qingyu's index finger gently stroked the corner of the scabbed lips, her eyes overflowed with distress, and she slowly approached and kissed lightly at the scabbed position.

The tip of his tongue rolled over the wound, and Fu Wenzhou's breath became heavy.

He endured and waited for Song Qingyu to take the initiative.

It's a kiss that couldn't be purest.

Song Qingyu slowly raised her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and the fine and dense kiss fell again, staying on Fu Wenzhou's eyelashes, and then slowly descending.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes were full of affection, his eyes looked at her deeply, and he handed over the initiative to Song Qingyu.

He likes and enjoys Song Qingyu's initiative.

Song Qingyu held his face with both hands, kissed the man's lips again and again, unruly but extremely provocative.

Fu Wenzhou secretly cursed, he was about to lose it anymore.

Song Qingyu's eyes were rippling, seductive, and her index finger picked up the man's chin, slowly facing downward, and stopped at the position of the Adam's apple.

Just when Fu Wenzhou was impatiently waiting for her next move.

A hint of cunning flashed in Song Qingyu's eyes, and a faint smile hooked the corner of his mouth: "It's over." ”

Then he slowly retreated, and said in a relaxed tone: "Satisfied." ”

The fire in Fu Wenzhou's heart couldn't go up or down, and her body was about to explode by her, but she ended it with a sentence.

It's really shooting yourself in the foot.

In the end, he was the one who was uncomfortable.

Fu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Song Qingyu for a few seconds, and pulled the person into his arms, not giving the other party a chance to struggle, and bullied the past with thin lips.

Ferocious and presumptuous, then gradually excessive.

His people, he can kiss if he wants.

It wasn't until Song Qingyu was about to suffocate that Fu Wenzhou was reluctant to let go of her and appreciate his "masterpiece" with satisfaction.

Song Qingyu's lips were red and swollen, delicate and delicate.

Obviously, it is not easy to be bullied.

She gasped lightly and glared at Fu Wenzhou: "Don't ...... in the future Not! ”

Song Qingyu's lips and teeth opened slightly, and she was attacked again, and the rest of her words were blocked.

This time Fu Wenzhou was very patient, and in the end, Song Qingyu unconsciously climbed Fu Wenzhou's neck with both hands......

Song Qingyu's body was soft, and Fu Wenzhou held her with his right hand to prevent her from slipping down.

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and his dark eyes contained a fiery look: "Yuzu's mouth is so soft, it's very kissable." ”

Song Qingyu's face flushed, she didn't know why he wasn't ashamed at all when he said these love words that made people blush and heartbeat.

Fu Wenzhou looked at her delicate appearance, his heart itched, and he wanted to kiss again.

When he thought that Yuzu was so tempting that only he could have, he was perverted in his heart.

Song Qingyu was shocked by the strong desire for exclusivity in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to push him: "Don't kiss it, if you kiss it again, it will be swollen." ”

Fu Wenzhou's fingertips lingered on her red lips, and he said in a low voice: "It's already swollen, what should I do?" ”

Song Qingyu slapped away his messy hand, and blushed and distanced himself: "Anyway, don't kiss it." ”

Fu Wenzhou was like a well-fed beast, probably full of food and drink, and he agreed very happily: "Okay." ”

Song Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a knock on the door.

Song Qingyu looked at the bracelet on her wrist, it was time to change the dressing for Fu Wenzhou, it was estimated that it was Yun Nian.

"Come in."

Yun Nian pushed open the door and saw Fu Wenzhou at a glance, his two eyeballs almost fell off, and he was shocked: "Fu Wenzhou, has your hair been gnawed by a dog!" ”