The early morning sun pierces the mist.

The man's broad body pressed against the woman's slender waist. Fu Wenzhou held her in his arms, treating her like a treasure, and lovingly kissed her on her long eyelashes.

Song Qingyou was lying in his arms, her seaweed-like long hair spread across his chest, and her back was as smooth and delicate as white jade. Just looking at her made her heart itch.

The passion has not faded from her body, and even the exquisite butterfly valleys are charming and full of charm.

Fu Wenzhou leaned over and kissed her back. The person in his arms moved uneasily, and then he let go as if he couldn't get enough of the kiss.

His grapefruit finally belonged to him completely.

Fu Wenzhou had never been more satisfied in his heart. He used his personal mobile phone to take a picture of the woman's beautiful back, and when he was satisfied with it, he set it as the screen saver of his mobile phone.

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When Song Qingyou woke up, it was bright and bright outside. The indulgence last night almost cost her half her life.

She held her eyelids open and was too tired to get up.

Fu Wenzhou came in with breakfast. Seeing that she hadn't gotten up yet, he hugged her and started kissing her from behind, kissing her until she almost died.

"Don't... don't kiss." Song Qingyou's voice was hoarse and she couldn't breathe evenly.

The windows were open in the house for ventilation. The weather was good after the heavy snowfall, and it was not too cold with the sunshine. But Song Qingyou was very afraid of the cold, so she added a thick coat to her sweater before getting out of bed.

The tossing at night was so intense that her steps were sloppy and she almost fell to the ground. Fu Wenzhou caught her from behind and whispered: "I was inexperienced last night, so I won't cause you pain in the future."

Song Qingyou endured it again and again before she could give him a blank look.

Is this a problem of pain? This is a lack of restraint!

If she hadn't gotten better these days, she would have doubted that he could have killed her in bed.

Fu Wenzhou was quite aggrieved when talking about this matter. He only had Song Qingyou in his heart, and he didn't bother to look at other women. He had been guarding himself like a jade for twenty-one years, but once he started eating meat, he was like a beast eating vegetarian food. Suddenly he saw minced meat, but he forgot to restrain himself.

When he woke up in the morning and saw the marks on Youyou's body that he had made, he felt extremely distressed and scolded himself. However, this distress was also mixed with a bit of faint excitement and satisfaction.

Song Qingyou sat there to have breakfast after washing up. Fu Wenzhou stared at her the whole time like he was staring at his wife. He watched her sip the porridge in small sips and lift up a strand of hair that had fallen down. His throat felt extremely itchy.

Why did you recruit him like this?

Song Qingyou wiped her lips and raised her eyes to look at him: "You haven't forgotten what I said yesterday."

Fu Wenzhou raised his eyebrows, leaned in and said in a low voice: "Youyou said so many words last night, which sentence were you referring to specifically?"

Song Qingyou's ears suddenly turned red. She didn't expect this person to be so ridiculous in broad daylight.

She took a breath and tried to look calm: "The only thing I can give you is today."

The evil smile on Fu Wenzhou's face disappeared, and he suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

Song Qingyou looked at him quietly: "'Today' has passed, Fu Wenzhou."

These words were like a sharp blade piercing towards a ferocious beast. It was extremely sharp and pierced its vital parts. The tenderness and sweetness in Fu Wenzhou's eyes dissipated little by little, and his teeth wanted to bite him into pieces: "What did you say?"

Song Qingyou looked at him strangely, with confusion in her eyes: "We are all adults, and we naturally fall asleep when the atmosphere is up. This doesn't mean anything, as long as the process is pleasant. After sleeping, we don't want each other to go back to the bridge."

It involves too much, isn’t this the consensus we reached yesterday?”

God damn consensus!

Fu Wenzhou is about to be mad.

He had a drowsy mind yesterday, where did she notice what she said. If he knew the idea she had hit, he would not touch her last night!

When Song Qingyou saw that he was not good at his complexion, he thought he was too straightforward to say that he was so straightforward: "You are the first time, I am the first time, everyone does not suffer."

In Song Qingyou's cognition, the words he said yesterday that Fu Wenzhou agreed and agreed to go to bed with himself.

So she took it for granted that she should go to everything after sleeping -at least not now, he still depends on his own house.

"Lao Tzu's fucking loses!" Fu Wenzhou's eyes flushed. He pinched Song Qingyou's chin and controlled his strength: "Dear, kiss, hug and sleep, do you say that the past goes? Go to fucking?

Today and tomorrow, Lao Tzu will be with you in this life! "

Song Qingyou froze, a lifetime?

But she didn't have a lifetime.

She shook her head and wanted to open Fu Wenzhou's hand, but she was afraid that he would continue crazy and endured: "I think you need to be calm and calm."

Fu Wenzhou was really angry, and he breathed heavily on Song Qingyou's face: "I calm down!"

"What do you want?" Song Qingyou tried to be ascended as much as possible.

Fu Wenzhou stared at her for a long while and released his hand: "You are responsible for me."

Song Qingyou shocked: "What do you want, why should I be responsible?"

Is he a rogue?

She kissed her everywhere without her consent. Last night, she said no. This person was working on her as tirelessly as he heard, making her softened her legs today, and her waist was sore.

Now I still have to be responsible for him, and the rogue is not like him.

Song Qingyou raised his anger: "What do you want to do? What do you want? My life is left in the past few years. Do you want me to talk to you every day and love love? Then I tell you, I don’t need to need it, I don’t need to need it

Love, my goal of life is to take the Song Group back and revenge for my mother and grandfather. As for you, I have never been in my life plan! "

Fu Wenzhou was stunned in place like a sculpture. His expression changed, and it was extremely ugly. The bottom of his eyes seemed to contain strong paranoia and sadness.

It's a bit far.

Then turn around and clean up the tableware on the table. If it wasn't for the dark eyes, he couldn't see that he had just quarreled with Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou was lying on the rattan wooden chair in annoyed. Fu Wenzhou was paranoid, and he was crazy than anyone else.

If she promised to be with him, what would she do if she died one day?

Is it to die with yourself?

Song Qingyou smashed his eyelids lightly, and for the first time, he hated his illness with a weak body.

Song Qingyou covered her eyes tiredly with the back of her hand.

She was too greedy.

I couldn't bear it, I still wanted, and the indulgence of him was approaching and pushed him away indifferently when he was awake.

This is not fair to Fu Wenzhou.

Forget it, Song Qingyou thought, anyway, he knew that he couldn't live for a few years now. It is estimated that his ruthless words just hurt his heart. He should leave.

The door was closed and a squeak.

Song Qingyou's body was stiff, and he didn't move for a long time.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of the mouth, his eyes were empty, and whispered: "Let's go, don't come if you leave."
Chapter completed!