wind blowing

Fu Fenglan stared at him sullenly, his body was hunched, his right hand trembled slightly, and he clasped it on the table, as if he was trying his best to endure jealousy and anger.

Those eyes were hot and greedy.

Eager to take the young lover for himself and devour it.

Not even a son.

No one can take him away.

Being stared at by him like this, Jing Yu's face became inexplicably hot.

He avoided Fu Fenglan's aggressive gaze, and said: "...you think too much, it's nothing."

"You really think I'm a dazed old man, huh?"

Fu Fenglan pulled his wrist abruptly.

Jing Yu slammed into his arms and was pulled into his arms.

Big bosom.

Thick and warm.

Both arms were tightly grasped.

Like a little chick caught by the back of the neck by a vulture, unable to move.

Forced to lift the chin.

Looking at the gloomy "old man".

Fu Fenglan looked at him condescendingly: "If you don't tell the truth, I will ask Junsheng in person. If you dare to touch the people in my room, do you think I will miss the old relationship between father and son and turn a blind eye?"

Jing Yu's face froze slightly.

"I have five sons, he is the most inconspicuous one among the concubines, and his background is also humble, and his mother was just a little girl in the laundry room," Fu Fenglan sneered, "As long as I am happy, I can beat him back to the servant at any time." Citizenship, continue to be a slave."

"do not want!"

Jing Yu begged him anxiously.

Fu Fenglan said indifferently: "What are you begging me for?"

Jing Yu hesitated for a moment.

Holding back her shame, she tremblingly raised her hand to unbutton his clothes.

Fu Fenglan grabbed his hand: "So, you admit that you have had an affair?"

Jing Yu said in a hoarse voice: "... I was lowly and seduced the young master."

"How did you seduce?"

"I... I took advantage of the young master's drunkenness..."

"Are you in bed?"

"..."

"He has always pretended to be hardworking and ignorant of worldly affairs in front of me. Why, could it be that he is actually very good in bed?"

"..."

"Better than me?"

The reason of the "old man" was scorched by jealousy, and because of face, he refused to show his weak side in front of his little lover.

So he deliberately made a big show, pretending to be calm and sarcastic.

In fact, it looks like a weak tiger skin made of sheep.

Unknowingly, Jing Yu has been completely substituted into the situation.

Fu Fenglan played the jealous and inferior old man vividly.

His jaw trembled slightly, and he turned his face away, unwilling to let the little lover see his reddish eye sockets.

Both hands were still tightly grasping his arm, for fear that if he let go, the little lover would follow his young and vigorous son away.

Jing Yu was stunned, feeling like she couldn't distinguish between reality and acting.

He had never seen Fu Fenglan so weak and inferior.

He is powerful and domineering.

At the same time weak, inferior, longing for love.

So face to face, only a short distance away.

A knife-like feeling instantly occupied the heart.

The pain made him almost breathless.

Jing Yu subconsciously said eagerly: "No, I didn't like him!"

Fu Fenglan said angrily: "You lied to me again."

"I didn't," Jing Yu said anxiously, "I never planned to leave you either."

Fu Fenglan was taken aback for a moment, apparently he did not expect the story to develop in this direction.

He quickly re-entered the situation and said, "You don't hate me?"

Jing Yu was stunned: "I, I have always liked you..."

"what do you like about me?"

"...very gentle towards people, good-looking, nice to speak..." Jing Yu said stupidly, "Will encourage me, wipe my tears, and give me milk..."

have to.

Fu Fenglan couldn't laugh or cry.

Is the child so involved in the drama that he can't tell the difference between reality and drama?

He suppressed a smile.

Suddenly gave birth to some teasing thoughts.

Scratching the child's chin, he said, "What else?"

Jing Yu stared at him in bewilderment.

Fu Fenglan pretended to be serious: "I have twelve wives and concubines, and more than a dozen children. I am also very gentle with them. This is not an advantage."

"..."

"In a few years, I may marry a new concubine, who is younger and more beautiful than you," he said nastyly, "At that time, I will treat him so tenderly..."

"No!"

Jing Yu said with a sob.

He suddenly grabbed his collar and rushed forward.

A moist kiss fell on Fu Fenglan's lips.

Young, soft lips.

slightly salty.

A faint papaya sweetness remains.