Fu Wenzhou said that if he got it, Song Qingyu wouldn't care anymore.

This stud is Song Ning's, she has treasured it for so many years like a baby, but now she doesn't even want to look at it anymore.

Fu Wenzhou stared at her face, his eyebrows and eyes were furrowed, and he suddenly said, "Yuyu, we still have four months to get married." ”

Song Qingyu: "Well, what's wrong?" ”

"It's been too long." Fu Wenzhou said.

Song Qingyu smiled helplessly: "We live together every day, and there is no difference between husband and wife, why bother always having a certificate." ”

"Since there is no difference...... Fu Wenzhou's voice is deep and magnetic, and it sounds particularly seductive in the middle of the night: "Then you call me husband." ”

Especially those deep and dark eyes, with their own affection, as if they want to hook people in.

Song Qingyu's eyebrows jumped, and she felt that if she continued to stare at these eyes, she would probably be charmed by these eyes.

But the puppy squatted beside her so obediently, she couldn't say anything to refuse.

Song Qingyu paused for a while, deliberately opened his eyes, and shouted, "Husband." ”

Fu Wenzhou stared at her, his eyebrows furrowed.

Song Qingyu reached out and smoothed his eyebrows, "What's the matter." ”

Fu Wenzhou didn't speak, just looked at her with heavy eyes, and there seemed to be a flame burning under his eyes.

The scalp of Song Qingyu is numb in the heat.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly cursed in a low voice.

Song Qingyu's husband almost didn't want half his life.

Song Qingyu turned red from the root of her ears to her cheeks, glared at him, and just wanted to speak, her mouth was blocked again.

"It's delicious."

Fu Wenzhou said it again, he gently grinded it against Song Qingyu's mouth, and his breathing wrapped her tightly.

Song Qingyu felt the light sandalwood fragrance on Fu Wenzhou's body, and the whole person was confused.

"Don't kiss!" Song Qingyu patted Fu Wenzhou's back, "I can't eat yet." ”

Song Qingyu sighed and wanted to reach out and push him away.

However, before she could move, her waist was hugged from in front of her, and the heat from her earlobes was damp.

Song Qingyu couldn't help but shrink back, wanting to push away the man who was messing around on her ears, but the other party shifted his position in time and bit her collarbone.

She snorted in pain, feeling only that she was karma.

He shouldn't have deliberately asked that husband to hook him just now.

The man stopped moving, and Song Qingyu raised his head suspiciously, this time Fu Wenzhou did not stop him.

She could clearly see the man's strange face and the danger in his eyes.

Fu Wenzhou's hand moved from her hair to her face, his fingertips gently rubbed her lips, his eyes from her eyebrows and eyes to the last lip flap.

Hoarse voice: "I found out that you have been ...... lately"

He paused.

Song Qingyu asked, "Huh?" What's wrong with me lately? ”

Fu Wenzhou came up, and his breath swept to her lips, which was more sultry than the spring breeze in March: "It's especially good at coaxing people." ”

Song Qingyu's breath trembled: "Then do you like it?" ”

Fu Wenzhou chuckled, leaned into her ear, and whispered: "Of course I like it, you don't know how much I want to do you here now!" ”

The last three words of him, he said gritted teeth.

Song Qingyu was afraid that he would really come nonsense, so he hurriedly said, "This is the living room!" ”

"I know, so you should be glad we're in the living room now and you haven't eaten yet." Fu Wenzhou said the most terrible words in the gentlest tone.

Song Qingyu: "......"