Kiss her 90,000 times

When Fu Conglin came home, Shi Wan had just taken a shower and came out of the bathroom, her face was slightly flushed, her hair was still wet, she wiped it half dry with a towel, and then she heard the door open.

She looked up at the clock on the wall, "You came back so early today?"

"En." Fu Conglin hummed, and put the thing in his hand on the coffee table.

Shi Wan put down the towel and leaned over, "Did you really bring it for me?"

Before coming back, Shiwan said that she wanted to eat Nanjiang No.17 dessert, and asked Fu Conglin to help bring it. In the past, when he mentioned this, the man's expression was serious, as if he didn't like her bringing up topics related to Li Yue.

It's much better now, and I'm not so narrow-minded.

"By the way." The man explained lightly.

Looking down at the smile on her face, he subconsciously recalled what happened when he met Liang Zhao before, his gloom was very restrained, but when he looked at Shi Wan, he felt extraordinarily guilty.

She is innocent.

He walked up to her, glanced at her loose hair, "why didn't you blow it?"

Shi Wan was busy unpacking the dessert packaging without looking up, "Blowing too much is not good for hair quality, it's hot, let it dry by itself."

Fu Conglin touched it, his hand was still a little watery, and seeing her hair dripping from time to time, he picked up the towel next to her and gently wiped it for her.

"Don't block my line of sight." Shi Wan suddenly saw a mess in front of her eyes, and pushed his waist and abdomen in dissatisfaction.

Fu Conglin obediently stood to the side.

When Shi Wan finished dismantling it, she took out a piece and ate it, narrowing her eyes in satisfaction.

She enjoyed it very much, Fu Conglin looked at her, "Is it so delicious?"

Shi Wan: "You're not a dessert lover, so naturally you don't understand."

Fu Conglin doesn't like sweets very much.

"Eating too much makes you fat."

Shi Wan retorted: "I only eat it occasionally!"

Fu Conglin clasped her head, "Look up."

Shi Wan raised her head and looked at his face. The man looked serious, his brows furrowed slightly, and she raised her hand to touch it.

Fu Conglin followed her movements and lowered his head, "Why?"

Shi Wan licked the cream on her lips, "You frown all the time, aren't you afraid of getting wrinkles?"

The woman's fingertips were soft, touching between his brows, and loosened for him.

Fu Conglin didn't have any extra emotions, "When a person is old, what should come will always come."

Shi Wan smiled, "I didn't expect you to be quite open-minded."

Although she always said that he was older than her and would call him an old man, every time he heard it, he was not very happy, but now he got used to it, and can say such things so naturally.

Fu Conglin was noncommittal.

I stroked her almost dry hair, saw that she ate most of the dessert, thought that she hated her for being fat, and now it was night again, so she put away the rest, "I will eat it tomorrow, today is enough."

Shi Wan snorted, said he was stingy, and brought her hand to her lips.

Fu Conglin frowned and stopped him, "What's wrong, go wash your hands."

How old is he, he still looks like a child, licking his fingers when he eats something.

Shi Wan was led back to the bedroom by him.

After washing his hands, Fu Conglin went to the cloakroom to change, and Shi Wan followed.

Don't do anything, just stare at him.

Fu Conglin was unbuttoning his shirt.

"Look at what?"

Shi Wan stood opposite him, resting her chin on her hand, and told him solemnly: "I heard that when expectant mothers are pregnant, look at more handsome men, and the baby will be very beautiful."

Fu Conglin smiled slightly.

"Watching it every day, isn't it enough?"

He doesn't think he is handsome, men don't have this concept, but Shi Wan is very beautiful, he is not worried at all about the ugly child he gives birth to.

"There is no aesthetic fatigue yet, you should cherish it, or you will be in trouble if you really get tired of watching it."

Shi Wan walked up to him in a few steps, re-buttoned his unbuttoned shirt, and took the opportunity to wipe his abs twice.

As many as Fu Conglin undid, she would follow behind and buckle as many as possible, nonsense all the time.

Fu Conglin didn't speak, looked down at her, and didn't move to stop her.

The two naively wrestled with buttons.

After a while, Fu Conglin conceded defeat and held her hand, "Is it fun?"

There was cunning in Shi Wan's eyes, "It's so-so."

After speaking, she sniffed at him.

Fu Conglin helplessly touched her forehead with his finger, "Why do you look like a puppy."

She rubbed against him, and Fu Conglin couldn't be regarded as an upright gentleman who could sit still, so he could respond to being rubbed by her.

He put his arms around her waist.

Shi Wan stood on tiptoe, pulled his collar, and sniffed for two seconds.

Fu Conglin bowed his head to kiss her.

Cheeks, earlobes, neck.

Holding her waist and rubbing it twice, Shi Wan dodged her, leaving her whole body out of his embrace, staring at him with a faint look: "Fu Conglin, did you smoke without telling me?"

Fu Conglin: "..."

He lowered his head and pulled his shirt to smell it. There was no smell of smoke, but because Shi Wan was close to him, he caught a few wisps of her fragrance, so he denied it frankly: "No."

Shi Wan didn't believe it, "You're lying."

She could have smelled it.

Fu Conglin: "Really not."

Shi Wan obviously didn't believe it, snorted, and went out with her belly out.

There are some things that men say to fool people.

Fu Conglin stood there for a few seconds, looked down at his suit pants, sighed, and continued to take off the shirt that he hadn't unbuttoned because of Shi Wan's trouble.

He went to take a shower, and when he came out, Wan pointed at his phone, "Someone called you just now."

He glanced at it, but didn't go to take it, "Who?"

"Secretary Tan."

"Why don't you answer?"

When Shi Wan flipped through the book, her tone was filled with resentment, "If it's a commercial secret, I'll hear it very badly."

Fu Conglin smiled lowly, listening to her belittle, "I'm quite self-aware."

Shi Wan raised her head and rolled her eyes at him, then continued to read and ignored him.

Can't see it.

Put the book away and put it next to the bedside table, planning to sleep.

Fu Conglin took out his mobile phone and made a call.

Shi Wan picked on him and chased him away: "You have to make a phone call, don't make me sleepless because of the noise here."

The other end of the phone suddenly fell silent, and Fu Conglin looked back at her, and saw that she had put a thin quilt on her upper body, her head was tightly covered, but her feet were naked.

He put down his mobile phone and walked over, "How many times have I said that I can't sleep well with my head covered."

Hands touched her feet.

An ice cold slice.

The man pulled the quilt down and helped her cover it.

Shi Wan was dissatisfied, and her head was still exposed. In a short time, she had already blushed, and said stiffly, "I like this."

Fu Conglin helped her straighten her messy hair, "Why make trouble with yourself."

Shi Wan didn't speak.

Fu Conglin looked at her, "Zhao Xian's mother's birthday the day after tomorrow, and he held a private banquet, are you going?"

She asked, "Are you going?"

"Up to you." After a pause, he added, "His mother wants to see you."

Shi Wan was surprised, "Why?"

Fu Conglin raised his eyebrows, "Looking forward to holding a grandson, I've been urging Zhao Xian all the time, probably because I want to be happy with you."

Shi Wan laughed, "Then go."

After all, they are considered elders.

"Do you need any presents?"

Fu Conglin: "No, I can arrange it here."

His phone is ringing again.

Shi Wan quickly pushed him and turned over, "Go and do your work, I'm going to sleep."

Fu Conglin didn't care, and followed her into bed, holding one of her hands, "We'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

The phone rang for half a minute, then completely stopped.

……

On Zhao Xian's mother's birthday, Duan Suhua also attended.

It's private, not big, and most of the people invited are a few families with a particularly good relationship.

As Fu Conglin said, Zhao's mother was always surprised when she saw Shi Wan, staring at her belly, her face was full of joy, and when chatting with Duan Suhua, her tone was full of envy.

The two mothers have a lot of common topics about holding grandchildren and parenting experience.

As a pregnant woman herself, Shi Wan also sat and chatted with them for a while.

Then she knew where Zhao Yunsi's coquettishness came from.

Fu Conglin came to take him away, Shi Wan whispered to him, "Zhao Yunsi looks a lot like her mother."

Fu Conglin held her hand with a calm expression: "Mother and daughter, they naturally look alike."

Moreover, the daughter of the Zhao family was well-known in Jiangcheng City.

When she arrived at the seat and sat down, Shi Wan looked around, not many people she knew, so she could only guess with her intuition.

Instead, he recognized Wei Xingzhou's parents and Zhang Mu's father.

"Would you like milk or juice?"

A muffled inquiry came from the side.

Shi Wan turned her head, "Juice."

She has been drinking milk since she was pregnant, and she is too tired.

The juice on the table was refrigerated, and the bottle was soaked in water droplets. Fu Conglin called the waiter to bring it to room temperature, and poured a glass for Shi Wan.

Shi Wan lowered her head and took a sip, it was sour and sweet, she pursed her lips, "I—"

The sound stopped suddenly.

Fu Conglin leaned over, "Huh?"

Shi Wan shook her head and saw Rongxi not far away. She was usually seen wearing a work uniform, but it was rare to see her in casual clothes. She still looked aloof, but also very feminine.

It's just a little reserved in the crowd.

It was very similar to how she looked at the reception with Fu Conglin back then.

For some unknown reason, maybe it was because she admired independent and self-reliant women, or maybe it was because of the thing Shi Jingkang did before, Shi Wan was willing to show her kindness to Rongxi.

She looked at it seriously, and Fu Conglin also followed her gaze, snatching the juice she took a sip from her hand.

"... Huh?" She was stunned, and when she turned around, she saw that Fu Conglin had finished drinking.

Shi Wan: "..."

She lowered her voice, not happy, "Why, you want to drink it yourself, so take another cup and pour it."

What to do with her.

The man glanced at her lightly, "Husband and wife, what are you doing apart?"

Shi Wan muttered.

The voice was too low, Fu Conglin couldn't hear clearly, and probably knew that he was arranging him again.

The man didn't take it seriously, "Curious?"

Shi Wan was quite curious, but Zhao Xian did not expect to invite Rong Xi.

"Are Zhao Xian and her together, to see their parents so soon?"

It would be fine if it was Zhao Xian's own birthday party, but it was his mother's, Shi Wan felt that the meaning was different.

Fu Conglin raised his eyebrows lazily: "No."

Shi Wan looked at him suspiciously, feeling that he knew something, leaned over and grabbed his arm, "You know?"

Her face was full of gossipy thoughts, Fu Conglin smiled lightly, but said nothing.

Shi Wan watched Zhao Xian walking towards Rongxi, put her elbow on Fu Conglin, and whispered, "It's fine if you don't want to say it, I don't want to know yet."

Rongxi was indeed invited by Zhao Xian, not because of anything else, but because she came to give a birthday present.

After breaking up with Zhao Xian that night, she moved into Xiangling County, thinking that Zhao Xian would do something.

In fact, he didn't. For several days, he didn't appear in front of her, not even a word of news.

She had been restless, but then calmed down.

Until the day before Zhao Xian's mother's birthday, Zhao Xian found her, but instead of going upstairs, he sent her a message to take her out to buy birthday gifts.

Rong Xi doesn't have much experience in choosing birthday gifts.

Her parents died early, and she had an autistic younger brother. Her family background was not good. What she wanted since childhood was to study hard and get ahead. She had no other time to go shopping, and she didn’t have the money to squander. Entered Yuanshan as an intern until now.

It seems that Zhao Xian really gave her the opportunity to choose a gift.

He doesn't care if he is by his side, and rarely speaks.

Rong Xi searched on the Internet and asked Zhao Xian some related questions.

From the beginning to the end of the man, there are two faint words: casual.

With the Zhao family's financial resources, Rong Xi really couldn't think of anything to give.

Finally, he said: "Liqiu is coming soon. If you don't mind Mr. Zhao, you can give your mother a silk scarf."

Zhao Xian still said flatly: "Whatever you want."

Rong Xi chose a silk scarf.

Zhao Xian didn't take the gift he chose that day, so he told her to send it over on his birthday.

Rong Xi deliberately refused, but after thinking about it, she agreed.

When Rong Xi saw someone, he directly handed over the packing box in his hand, "Mr. Zhao, this is your birthday present."

Zhao Xian glanced lazily, but didn't answer, he looked at her flushed face, he thought she must have run in, and she was still panting quickly.

When he didn't answer, Rong Xi repeated it again.

Only then did Zhao Xian speak: "I know, come with me."

Rong Xi was taken aback for a moment, then followed him.

Zhao Xian took her to his mother.

Then he stretched out his hand to Rongxi, "Give it to me."

Rong Xi hurriedly handed it over.

Immediately to leave.

Zhao Xian narrowed his eyes, his brows were a bit cold, "Director Rong, why is he leaving in such a hurry?"

Rong Xi stopped walking, lowered her eyes, and took a deep breath, "Mr. Zhao, I..."

Zhao Xian: "Today is my mother's birthday. I don't want someone to spoil the mood and spoil the atmosphere. You go to the side and wait. I have something to tell you."

She finally nodded and left with slightly heavy steps.

A lot of eyes fell on her from all around, which made her feel like she was on her back.

But he still straightened his back and kept his eyes fixed.

This scene was naturally noticed by Mother Zhao, and when Zhao Xian stepped forward, she asked, "Who was that woman just now?"

Zhao Xian didn't answer, but smiled and said, "Mom, happy birthday."

Zhao's mother is happy because she is happy, but she is a little regretful. She thinks that Shi Wan is about to give birth, and she has not yet settled down, so she can't help but feel angry when she sees Zhao Xian.

"If you really want me to be happy, get married early, do you hear me?"

Zhao Xian still smiled, "I think so too, but the girl doesn't want it, so what can I do."