With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Fu Hanyu's deep eyes were filled with danger, covered with frost, his voice was like shattered cold jade, stained with ice: "Teacher Liang, he is not Song Ze's father!"

Teacher Liang was so frightened that his calves were cramping, he quickly nodded and said: "What the third master taught me is that I am stupid and said the wrong thing, it is Uncle Song Ze!"

God!

Terrifying!

Fu Hanyu looked at Lu Ci who was going to sit next to him with eyes as cold as ink, and stretched out his hand to pull the chair back.

Lu Ci almost sat for nothing, and gritted his teeth angrily: "Fu Hanyu!"

Hey!

He takes revenge!

Is he a child?

childish!

Fu Hanyu sneered and pursed his lips, and glanced at him with a stern expression.

Song Ze's father!

He's so brave!

at the same time.

Song Yu, who was eating, shivered suddenly.

"Hey, it's a bit cold today, the temperature has dropped." Fang Siwen got up politely and closed the window, smiling flatteringly: "Mr. Song, add more clothes later, be careful of catching a cold."

After dinner.

It started to rain lightly in Phoenix City.

Song Yu was soft-spoken, and Fang Siwen dragged her into styling again, and asked her to give valuable advice to the stylists and costumers, so that their works could be more perfect.

This busy, it's night again.

Song Yu has been revising the design drawings.

I don't know how long it took.

She put down the pen in her hand, stretched her waist, closed her eyes and rested for a while, then picked up the tablet lazily and continued to slide, watching the clothes slide by quickly, and finally stopped at a vermilion On the shirt, shouted: "Assistant Sun, please go and get the 78th suit."

In the clothing room.

empty.

The only answer to her was her own echo.

She raised her eyes and glanced, only to realize that at some point, there was no one in the clothing room.

outside.

It was still raining lightly.

The ticking tap on the window, coupled with the somewhat dim lighting in the clothing room, made one feel drowsy.

Song Yu didn't see anyone, so he got up to find clothes by himself, but he couldn't find any clothes.

until.

The wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind.

A cold, familiar touch.

With the man's sexy, deep voice: "Mr. Song, the clothes you want."

Song Yu turned around, looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him in surprise, and murmured: "Fu Hanyu."

Fu Hanyu didn't give her time to be dazed. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms. He clasped her waist with his big hands. His cool lips brushed against her cheeks and fell on her ears. Bian: "Teacher Song, who is Song Ze's father?"

He appeared out of the blue.

Intimacy without any distance between the two.

For a moment, Song Yu was a little confused.

Fu Hanyu's voice was already dangerously cold, but his breath was scorching hot in her ear, and he breathed maliciously into her ear: "Speak, is it Lu Ci?"

"No." Song Yu's voice was a little hoarse, and he made it a little itchy, and subconsciously shrank back, but he was hugged even tighter, clinging to his body.

"Who is that?" Fu Hanyu is like a fairy who has practiced for thousands of years, tempting the innocent little white rabbit, and close to her to prevent her from escaping, with a bewitching ending in his voice: "Fish?"

"I don't know." Song Yuren was confused, looking at him with somewhat confused eyes, his voice was soft and hoarse, still in the initial surprise: "Why did you come here?"

Fu Hanyu looked at the blush in the corners of her eyes, he took a short breath, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, his cold white long fingers hooked her chin, and said in a low voice, "I miss you."

Song Yu's heart softened into a pool of water, and he was fascinated by the beauty in front of him. He stared at his Adam's apple, and boldly kissed him.

In Fu Hanyu's deep and cold eyes, bright starlight diffused little by little, and gradually became full, so dazzling that it looked like the most dreamy galaxy, every bit of it was her appearance.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, and the light tea fragrance spread between his lips and teeth.

This is his first time.

In such a conscious state, kiss her.

Song Yu's heart was beating violently, and following his rhythm, his body gradually softened.

Between kisses.

His lowered voice was hoarse: "Is it the same to relieve pain for others?"

Song Yu's hand hooked his neck and almost slipped off, his breathing was a little short, and his voice was ambiguous: "No, how is it possible."

"That's only for me." Fu Hanyu kissed the corner of her lips, a pleasant smile spread from his chest, and stared at her with eyes as bright as stars.

"En." Song Yu replied hoarsely.

Little by little, Fu Hanyu rubbed the corner of her lips with his lips, and continued to seduce: "Then I will be Song Ze's father, okay?"

Song Yu was blinded by the continuous spiritual energy, and his brain went on strike. He couldn't hear what he was saying clearly, so he hummed in a daze, thinking that his constant talking would affect his performance, so he kissed him even more deeply.

Fu Hanyu got a satisfactory answer, and hugged her in his arms. It was a small one, soft, tender, and fragrant. It made people want to leave everything behind, eat her into their stomachs, and rub her. into the body.

Song Yu only felt that the continuous flow of spiritual energy poured into her body, causing her chest to lack oxygen, and her mind was floating, as if she was stepping on a cloud.

until the house.

There was a sudden sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

A dark and dangerous light appeared in Fu Hanyu's eyes, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

Empty, nothing.

Song Yu also came to his senses, and gently pushed him, his lips were too moist and gorgeous, a little red and swollen from being kissed, but he was even more attractive: "The staff is coming."

footsteps.

ringing outside.

Someone even greeted: "Teacher Zhang."

There was nothing unusual on Zhang Zijun's face, he nodded slightly at the person, his heart was already overjoyed, and the hand holding the mobile phone was trembling uncontrollably because of excitement.

She saw it.

She took the picture.

Song Yu and a wild man are inseparably glued to each other in the clothing room, making love to each other!

When she arrived at her dressing room, she couldn't wait to send the photo to Jiang Lian to claim credit: Miss Jiang, I have the evidence that Song Yubao raised a handsome boy.

When Jiang Lian saw the photo, she smiled sinisterly, and then sent the photo to Lu Ci.

Next.

She doesn't have to do anything.

Just sit back and watch the show!