Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Fu Hongyun carried Wen Xiaorou back to the lounge, took off her make-up and changed her clothes.

Seeing two people coming in, the stylist greeted them all with a clatter, surrounded Wen Xiaorou and removed her makeup.

Tang Yuan stood on one side, brought a glass of lemonade over, put a straw in it, passed the straw to Wen Xiaorou's mouth, and fed her.

With a straw in her cherry pink lips, Wen Xiaorou smiled sweetly at her: "Thank you, Sister Tang."

Tang Yuan smiled at the little girl: "You're welcome..."

Ever since she became Wen Xiaorou's assistant, she has been working very hard, and has been around her almost 24 hours a day.

She regards the little girl's affairs as more important than herself.

I have to say that he is a very qualified assistant.

Fu Hongyun sat beside Wen Xiaorou, her dark eyes were deep.

His deep eyes glanced coldly at the hand that fed Wen Xiaorou water.

Fu Hongyun stood up, took the lemonade, stood in front of Tang Yuan, and said in a cold voice, "I'll come..."

Tang Yuan paused and withdrew his hand.

Wen Xiaorou closed her eyes, and the makeup artist gently massaged and washed her face with a makeup remover cotton.

Fu Hongyun stood beside her holding lemonade, and asked her softly: "Roubao, how is filming today? Is it going well?"

Wen Xiaorou's delicate face showed a trace of complacency, and she said happily, "It went well."

"The director praised me for my good performance and said that I am very talented."

Fu Hongyun smiled lightly, with a proud expression on his face.

Even if he himself was praised, he had never seen him so happy.

"It must have been very smooth, our Roubao is really talented!"

In the previous play, Fu Hongyun discovered Wen Xiaorou's acting talent.

Fu Hongyun came up from the bottom, and has brought many newcomers, and has seen the crowds in different poses and with different expressions.

Some people are naturally dull, and they have to struggle with a simple line, explain it more than a dozen times, and still don't understand it.

But there are a small group of people who are not, and their vision will suddenly open up with a slight flick.

Wen Xiaorou belongs to the leader of that small group of people.

An inadvertent look back is all drama.

The corners of Fu Hongyun's mouth were slightly raised, her deep eyes were full of love, she looked at Wen Xiaorou, and reached out to pinch her fair and tender cheeks.

The stylist held the makeup remover cotton, turned around, and saw Fu Yingdi pinching the little girl's cheek for fun.

Those slender and beautiful palms picked up a ball of soft baby fat and kneaded it repeatedly.

I don't dislike the makeup remover left on the little girl's face.

The stylist stood aside stiffly, holding a cotton pad, in a dilemma, not knowing whether to continue.

Wen Xiaorou sat on the chair, keeping her eyes closed for fear that the makeup remover would irritate her eyes.

After sitting quietly for a while, the man's hand has been dishonest, pinching her face and unwilling to let go.

It made her face numb.

Wen Xiaorou couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out her slender hand, and slapped the man's palm hard.

Snapped!

Fu Hongyun's hand dropped down.

Wen Xiaorou still had her eyes closed, her long curly eyelashes trembling, and her voice was fierce.

"Husband, don't play tricks!"

"I'll play with you after I take off my makeup."

Fu Hongyun smiled slightly, her voice was low and magnetic: "Waiting for you to play..."

He sat lazily on a chair beside him, a cluster of flames flickered in his deep pupils, flickering on and off.

The makeup artist then removed Wen Xiaorou's makeup.

Wen Xiaorou's makeup is relatively clear, and her headgear is also very simple.After a while, the little girl returned to the state where the hibiscus came out of the clear water and was carved naturally.

She looked dewy without makeup, her skin was as tender as an egg with its shell peeled off, her eyebrows were dark without any paint, and her lips were red without spots.

After removing her makeup, Wen Xiaorou went to the changing room with her clothes in her arms.

The silk shawl on her upper body has come off, revealing her white and smooth right-angled shoulders and beautiful collarbone.

The moment the door closed, a pair of slender and cold white palms blocked the door.

Fu Hongyun stepped into the changing room.

His eyes were deep and intense, like the dark night that was about to overflow, and the night was dotted with stars in the sky.

Fu Hongyun's Adam's apple rolled, and she seemed to glance at the Confucian skirt on the little girl's body indifferently.

"Your tie is behind you. If it's inconvenient, I can help you untie it."

Wen Xiaorou's eyes were pure and black, and she lowered her head to glance at the tube top and pleated dress on her body, her pupils sparkled with puzzlement.

"My belt is obviously tied on my chest."

Fu Hongyun stared at the white jade-like skin and Linglong under the collarbone, and took a deep breath.

click...

The door to the changing room was locked.

Wen Xiaorou's waist was suddenly bound by Fu Hongyun, and his whole body was wrapped in his arms.

Fu Hongyun kissed the little girl's soft cry that escaped her lips.

shattered...

A Rolls-Royce was parked in front of the lounge.

Fu Hongyun walked into the car with Wen Xiaorou in his arms.

The little girl's face was flushed, like a ripe peach, charming and charming.

She looked sick, tired, without a trace of strength.

Lying obediently in Fu Hongyun's arms.

Lu Feisi was driving the car in the front seat, secretly observing the two people sitting behind through the rearview mirror.

The little girl was wearing Fu Hongyun's coat, her feet were bare, her expression was tired, her eyes were closed, and her long eyelashes were like a small fan, casting a double shadow on her pink and white face.

She nestled softly in the man's arms, hugged the man's waist, and pressed against the man's chest sideways.

Lu Feisi moved his gaze down and saw the pair of little feet protruding from the long skirt, with countless purple flowers blooming on the snow-white skin.

Lu Feisi's heart skipped a beat.

Omg!

There are perverts!

Brother Yun, good, good... What a strange... hobby!

Lu Feisi looked sideways, and suddenly met a pair of black pupils as cold as blades.

Those eyes were staring at him with a sharp cold light.

As if to stab him to death.

Lu Fei thought of fleeing for his life, and quickly avoided his sight.

Pretend to drive seriously.

He pretended to cough, and there is no silver 300 taels here: "Well, the new leather cushions in the car are really beautiful, the more you look at it, the more pleasing to the eye."

"I was just looking at the leather upholstery in the back seat."

"It's so beautiful, hehe."

Fu Hongyun's eyes were sharp, staring at the back of Lu Feisi's round and full head, a picture of a bullet passing through the head and splashing scarlet appeared in his mind.

His voice was cold: "The cushion has been replaced for half a year."

Lu Feisi: ...

"Huh? Is it?"

"Look at my memory, I forgot everything!"

"I've been losing my mind lately. I'm like a goldfish. I only have seven seconds of memory. I don't look like anything. I can't remember anything!"

There was a forced smile on Lu Feisi's face, and he didn't smile on the surface. He didn't dare to look at the man's face anymore, and stared blankly at the road ahead.

"Well……"

The little girl in her arms let out a low sigh.

Fu Hongyun's attention instantly shifted to Wen Xiaorou. He lowered his head and looked at her tenderly.

The man's slender fingers gently patted the little girl's back to comfort her.

Wen Xiaorou rubbed against Fu Hongyun's arms, moving her body like a cute little milk cat.

huh...

pain……