Fu family.

Fu Tingshen never felt that the two people in the photo had been so dazzling.

The woman in Fu Wenzhou's neck may not know, but Fu Tingshen remembers clearly.

On the day he and Song Qingyou divorced, the red mole on the back shoulder of Song Qingyou was covered with kiss marks. It is not difficult to imagine how fierce the man was bullying her.

Then, then

Love in this life?

What is the three -year marriage with Song Qingyou?

Fu Ting's deep face was irony, his face was terrible.

He never allowed himself to be played like this. When he thought of Song Qingyou and Fu Wenzhou, he felt very disgusting!

Lin Yan knocked on the door with coffee, and saw that no one should respond for a long time, and pushed the door carefully, "The deep court, I gave you coffee."

Since she was aborted at the wedding last time, she was later knelt on the ground to school dog. Fu Changlin and Qin You refused to admit her daughter -in -law anyway, and Wu Ting Shen asked Fu Ting Shen to drive her out of the house.

If it wasn't for Fu Ting Shen, she was still thinking about the friendship at the beginning, and was willing to keep her in this villa without names, she would have been homeless.

Therefore, Lin Qi dare not speak loudly to Fu Ting now. Even Fu Ting went out to find a woman. She opened her eyes and closed her eyes.

As long as Mrs. Fu's name is still.

Lin Xun approached, put the coffee on the table, and glanced at the photos on his mobile phone, his face suddenly changed.

This is Fu Wenzhou who kissing in public?

The woman in his arms ...

There was a touch of ruthless color in Lin Yan's eyes.

Lin Yan put the soft tone, and took the initiative to stick to Fu Ting in the past.

However, as soon as it was close, Fu Tingshen suddenly avoided it and frowned disgustingly: "I don’t say that I do n’t come in when I work.”

Lin Yan blinked, as if he was exhausted: "The deep court, I just worry that you work too late, there is no other meaning. And we are a husband and wife, you don’t have to hide from me like this."

In the past, Fu Tingshen saw her look like this, but only distressed in his heart, but now, he only feels upset and disgust.

Fu Ting's deep eyebrows screwed deeply: "Is there anything else?"

This rushed her away, Lin Yan gritted his teeth fiercely, looked at the photo with his eyes, and pretended to be surprised: "This person seems to be Song Qingyou. This photo does not look like it is now.

Do you get together with your nephew before divorcing you? This ... Isn't this virtue? "

Fu Ting's deep face suddenly became cold, his palm was hard, and he seemed to crush his phone.

Lin Yan knew that he was in pain in his pain, but he was still not too poke: "When Song Qingyou married you, he pretended to be like a fairy who did not eat fireworks. It turned out to go to Fu Wenzhou every night.

Looking at you as a husband, in the Fu family for three years, she is just a virtual and a snake, and the court is deep. She has always been using you. "

With a bang, Fu Ting suddenly fell the phone on the ground.

The night before the divorce, Song Qinggou Fengyun threatened the appearance of the property again. In the past, Fu Tingshen finally understood that he was just a chess piece in Song Qingyou's hands. After using it, he was discarded at will.

And she has never loved herself from beginning to end.

No wonder……

No wonder he took Lin Yan home many times in three years. She went to bed with other women in front of her, and she was always indifferent ...

The sound of snow was noisy, and Fu Tingshen's face became more and more vulnerable under the light.

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When I woke up the next day, when Song Qinggou opened her eyes and saw her hand, there was only one thought in my heart.

These hands are not clean.

She pursed her lips, came down from the bed, her feet had not been stained, and her waist and abdomen were hot. Before she reacted, her body was fishing from behind and hitting the warm embrace.

Fu Wenzhou hugged her firmly, buried on the master's shoulder like a large dog: "Sister, Tianqing, sleep more."

Song Qingyou wanted to raise his hand and patted him, his arm was sour, and he said helplessly: "Don't you have to go to work?"

Fu Wenzhou's eyelids were slightly lifted, and his voice was hoarse: "I am a boss, I go if I want to go, I don't want to go."

"..." Song Qingyou was too lazy to ignore him, pulled his hand, and climbed to the end of the bed.

Fu Wenzhou's eyes are fast, grasping her ankle, those heels like white jade, Bai Nen's toes are flourished, which makes people feel unable to move.

Sometimes Fu Wenzhou is also difficult to understand, why everywhere on his pomelo is so beautiful, as if he has grown up.

He frosted on the back of her porcelain white, his palm was delicate and smooth, his eyes became deeper, and he couldn't bear to loosen it.

Song Qingyou stared at his feet obsessively at his eyes. He was a little awkward, and struggled to shrink back.

Fu Wenzhou refused, he leaned over and kissed the tip of her feet.

Song Qingyou's feet were numb. She endured the throbbing in her heart and retracted her feet hard.

Isn't he dirty?

Fu Wenzhou smiled lowly, turned over and pressed on her, her voice was low and dumb: "Where did I have not kissed the pomelo? Um?"

Song Qingyou not only blushed her ear, her face was red, and she was shameful and annoyed: "Rogue!"

Fu Wenzhou kissed her lips and said lazily: "I can still be more hooligan."

Song Qingyou was froze and raised his eyes: "Have you kissed me?"

"Well." Fu Wenzhou bowed his head and wanted to kiss.

Covering the mouth by Song Qingyou.

The girl's voice is wet and soft, with the just -wet.

"You just kissed my feet!"

Fu Wenzhou laughed and laughed, and he was a cynical ridicule: "Sisters do I think I still think of myself."

Song Qingyou glared, "I think you!"

After speaking, push off Fu Wenzhou and get up and get out of bed.

Fu Wenzhou looked at her back, and couldn't help it.

He likes to look at her anger, how vivid and cute.

Song Qingyou didn't stay for a while. Fu Wenzhou was like a sticky puppy sticking up again. The porridge waved his claw protest and was taken aside by Fu Wenzhou.

The porridge could not be beat again, and the anger was circled in place.

Song Qingyou rubbed his eyebrows: "You do n’t have to do business every day, and you are not afraid of Fu Tingshen into the opportunity?"

Fu Wenzhou played Song Qingyou's long hair, and when he smelled it, he was lazy and tiring: "My thing, he can't take it."

Song Qingyou froze.

Fu Wenzhou lowered her head and buried her long hair, holding her from behind and refused to let go: "Grapefruit, don't look at it."

Song Qingyou sighed. If he was entangled for a day, she didn't have to do anything.

Turn around and look at him: "Go to work."

Fu Wenzhou: "?"

Song Qingyou raised his eyelids lightly: "Can't go."

"..." Fu Wenzhou gritted his teeth and confessed his fate: "I know, I'll go."

He kissed her reluctantly: "Wait for me at home, you don't want to go anywhere."

Song Qingyou laughed: "You are really overbearing."
Chapter completed!