It's night, and it's quiet.

In the bedroom at this time, Song Qingyu's ears were crimson, and she was forced to admire the man's body.

Fu Wenzhou's figure, to be honest, is not worse than those celebrities, not the kind of bulging muscles, every muscle grows just right.

She always knew that he not only had a good face, but also a good muscle.

But every time Song Qingyu knows for the first time, the man is in waves, and it is simply undaring to look at it directly.

Just like at this time, she didn't have to look at it, but if she didn't look at it, Fu Wenzhou would stare at her with a hurt look on her face, and ask her if she disliked him.

How dare she?

She was afraid that if she looked at her more, she would suffer more sin in a while.

She knows men too well.

She can't watch it if she doesn't see it, and she can't watch it for a long time.

If you don't look at it, you will be said to be disgusted, and if you look at it for a long time, you will be said to be coveted.

So she could only stare at her, trying to let herself think about work and distract herself.

When Fu Wenzhou signaled that she was distracted, Jun's face darkened.

At this moment, he really doubted that on the way back, Song Qingyu said that he didn't dislike him, he was saying something against his will.

Is she cold enough to look at her body without changing her face?

Song Qingyu was keenly aware of the temperature dropping in the four places, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Immediately came back to her senses, and saw Fu Wenzhou staring at her faintly.

She seemed to see him drooping his ears and his tail hanging down in frustration.

Song Qingyu's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly said: "It's good-looking!" ”

This sentence 'good-looking' is full of desire to survive.

Fu Wenzhou just tugged at the corners of his mouth and snorted coldly.

Song Qingyu: "......"

Finished.

Fu Wenzhou climbed into bed without saying a word, turned over, and slept with his back to her.

Song Qingyu called out weakly: "Fu Wenzhou? ”

Fu Wenzhou ignored it, closing his eyes as if he was asleep.

Song Qingyu had no choice but to move over, stretched out his index finger and poked his shoulder, "Mr. Fu? ”

Fu Wenzhou remained silent.

His pomelo is so hurtful.

He showed it hard for a long time, and she actually left, God, gone!

This time, no matter how she relented, he didn't plan to forgive her easily.

Let her know that she also has a temper.

Song Qingyu poked him again: "Asleep?" ”

Fu Wenzhou was still silent.

"Okay." Song Qingyu said to herself: "Good night." ”

After she finished speaking, she reached out and turned off the light, and went to sleep.

Fu Wenzhou opened his eyes in disbelief, his ink-colored pupils were full of disbelief!

In the next second, he turned over violently and pressed the person under him: "Song Qingyu!" ”

He almost gritted his teeth and called her name, only to realize that the little woman under him had not slept at all, and was pursing her lips and smiling at him.

The light of the nightlight was dim and warm, and her eyebrows and eyes looked very soft in the shadows.

Obviously, her eyes were dark and bottomless at this time, but at this moment, Fu Wenzhou suddenly had a feeling, as if her eyes and heart were full of her own illusions.

Fu Wenzhou's throat tightened, and his emotions seemed to have been pierced, and as soon as he saw this face, he forgot everything.

Song Qingyu's pale lips lifted slightly: "I was wrong." ”

Fu Wenzhou's heart trembled, and his face was indifferent, "Hmm." ”

Song Qingyu raised her arms and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, leaned over and gently kissed him on his thin lips.

A kiss as soft as a feather is comparable to the strongest medicine in the world for Fu Wenzhou.

Hooked his soul to the ground.

But she still stared at him with a smile: "You don't have to prove how good you are in front of me." ”

"Fu Wenzhou, you are always the best with me."