My wife has always been timid

A few minutes later, Su Qingcheng returned to her room. When she opened the door and entered, Fu Xiuyuan had already gone to wash up, and the only sound in the bedroom was the splashing water from the bathroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

In her spare time, she looked at Fu Xiuyuan's bedroom, which was simple in style. There was a five-inch photo frame on the cabinet beside the bed, which was a photo of her and Fu Xiuyuan on her 12th birthday.

She picked it up involuntarily.

In the photo, Fu Xiuyuan in a white shirt is sitting on the sofa with a plain face, his eyes are as deep as ever, and he holds her shoulder with one hand, while she is happy like a fool, holding a sheet covered with cream. Lying in his arms with a smudged face, she made a foolish comparison.

that year.

She is 12 and he is 21.

For this reason, Fu's mother also joked about their age, and specially took this photo as a souvenir.

wow...

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped at some point, and the door was opened from the inside. In the dense mist, a man in a black silk nightgown came out, his half-dried hair fell stubbornly from time to time water drop.

Seeing Su Qingcheng who was sitting by the bed, he paused obviously.

"Didn't go?"

Because she always waited for him to come home in the living room, and he was used to seeing her the first time he came home. This time, after returning home, she was not in the living room, nor in the bedroom. She went back to the Su residence in a fit of anger.

Seeing the photo frame in Su Qingcheng's hand, Fu Xiuyuan's eyes flickered darkly.

"Look at what's that?"

Su Qingcheng reluctantly put down the photo frame.

Her gaze seemed to be locked on the man, wherever he went, she followed him.

Seeing Fu Xiuyuan lay down on the bedside with a book, she immediately pounced on him, lying on his heart like a kitten, with her chin resting on her little hand, staring at the man's face for a moment, blinking her watery eyes Blink and blink.

Fu Xiuyuan: "..."

stare at him?

Well, let her stare.

Her actions did not affect the man at all, and he even calmly opened the book in his hand and read it intently.

Su Qingcheng: "..."

That little broken book is so beautiful?
She turned her head and glanced at the contents of the book, her head ached, and she couldn't understand which country's characters those ghostly symbols were written on, okay?
"Master Fu~"

She shouted sweetly, drawing circles restlessly on the man's heart with her little hand.

Fu Xiuyuan's breathing became heavier.

With a warm and soft jade in his arms, his voice is soft, and the little hand resting on his heart is even more provocative, who can bear it?
"Go down."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse.

Su Qingcheng rolled her eyes, hugged his thin waist tightly, and blurted out: "I won't!"

"..."

Fu Xiuyuan's temples twitched, he pinched the center of his brows, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "We need to discuss something."

"You say what you say."

Since Fu Xiuyuan seldom discussed with her, Su Qingcheng suddenly became interested.

But the next second.

"It's not that Fu Zhai doesn't have your room. Before you're ready, go back to your own room to sleep, understand?"

Su Qingcheng:! ! !
Chase her?

Before she could react, her chin was lifted, and she unexpectedly bumped into the man's eyes burning with dark flames, and her voice became hoarse: "Susu, how much did you overestimate my endurance?"

Hearing this, Su Qingcheng's watery eyes blinked and blinked.

I……

She was at a loss for words for a while, so she simply buried her head in his heart, and murmured: "I have something serious to tell you, some things, I already know..."

Fu Xiuyuan's fingertips froze.