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

Rolls-Royce drove all the way, and soon arrived at the hotel where Fu Hongyun and Wen Xiaorou were staying.

Fu Hongyun got off the car with the little girl in her arms, entered the elevator, and opened the room.

He carried her into the bedroom and put her on the big soft bed.

Wen Xiaorou lay on the big soft bed, rolled around, stretched her body, and finally regained some strength.

Fu Hongyun sat beside her, stroked her soft hair, stretched out her long arms, and fished her over.

He gently lifted the girl's head, rested it on his lap, and asked softly, "Roubao, what do you want to eat tonight?"

Wen Xiaorou's stomach fit the occasion, and she let out a grunt.

She blinked her big eyes filled with water vapor, her small red mouth was pouting, her clear voice was already hoarse.

"I want to eat something delicious."

Hearing this, Fu Hongyun smiled brightly: "Is it delicious? Okay, my husband will cook now."

Wen Xiaorou opened her eyes wide, and looked at the man staring at her: "Just let the chef do it."

"I want my husband to hold me."

Fu Hongyun touched the girl's lips and kissed lightly: "First cook for Roubao, and then hold Roubao all the time, okay?"

Wen Xiaorou blinked her eyes: "Okay..."

Fu Hongyun put her on the bed and walked into the kitchen.

He was self-reliant since he was a child, and he was used to living alone, so he knew how to cook.

It's just that the career became more and more busy, and the time for cooking became less and less.

The craftsmanship is inevitably a bit rusty.

But since meeting Wen Xiaorou, Fu Hongyun cooks more frequently, and has become more and more familiar with the previously lost skills.

With his skilled flower cutting knife and caramelized caramel, within an hour, four dishes and one soup were served on the table.

Fu Hongyun carried Wen Xiaorou out, and the two began to eat.

After eating, Fu Hongyun came out with a plate.

A white porcelain bowl was covered on the blue and white porcelain plate, the porcelain was crystal clear and white, as moist as jade.

Don't know what's in it.

Very mysterious.

Wen Xiaorou's eyes kept staring at the white porcelain bowl.

Full of curiosity.

Fu Hongyun put the plate on the table and pushed it in front of Wen Xiaorou.

He raised his chin: "Open it and have a look."

Wen Xiaorou stretched out her small hand, and gently lifted the upside-down white porcelain bowl.

"Wow!"

Wen Xiaorou couldn't stop screaming.

The sound was full of surprises.

An apple was placed on the blue and white porcelain plate, which was carved into the shape of a puppy dog, with a naive and delicate appearance.

Wen Xiaorou's originally lazy demeanor suddenly regained energy, her round eyes sparkled like the brightest stars in the sky.

She carefully picked up the apple, held it in the palm of her hand, and looked left and right, cherishing it very much.

A puppy dog ​​made of apples was lying on her hand, sticking out its tongue, squinting its eyes, and smiling at her.

Wen Xiaorou kissed "Apple Puppy" on the head, and couldn't stop praising: "Wow, my husband is amazing!"

"My husband is Doraemon, a walking treasure chest, a delicate heart with seven apertures, and the most skillful hand in history!"

"Praise, praise, praise!"

Fu Hongyun smiled tenderly: "Do you like it?"

Wen Xiaorou raised her head and gave him a kiss: "I like it!"

Fu Hongyun held her in his arms: "From now on, I will make apple puppies for you every day."

Wen Xiaorou was so happy that she flew up: "Ah - thank you husband!"

Fu Hongyun kissed her: "Thank you, little fool."

Wen Xiaorou pushed his small head against his strong chest, acting like a baby silently.

Fu Hongyun carried her back to the bedroom: "I still have to film tomorrow, and I have to rest early today."

Wen Xiaorou held the apple puppy and smiled warmly: "Okay..."

When he woke up the next day, the apple puppy was still on the blue and white porcelain plate, Wen Xiaorou hesitated for a long time, but still didn't want to eat it.

Fu Hongyun had a play in the morning, so she went to the scene first.

All of Wen Xiaorou's plays were arranged by Fu Hongyun in the afternoon, so there was no need to get up early in the morning.

She got up and went to the living room, and saw a woman's figure.

Tang Yuan has been waiting in the house for a long time.

After Fu Hongyun left, she called Tang Yuan over and told her to wait for Wen Xiaorou to wake up in the living room of the suite.

Wen Xiaorou greeted Tang Yuan: "Sister Tang, good morning!"

Tang Yuan smiled back at her: "Xiaorou, good morning!"

Tang Yuan brought out a bowl of porridge with bird's nest, tremella and red dates from the kitchen, and put it in front of Wen Xiaorou.

"Mr. Fu made this with his own hands before he left."

Wen Xiaorou smiled sweetly, took a spoonful and put it in his mouth, the fresh sweetness melted in his mouth.

She couldn't help being proud: "My husband's cooking skills are top-notch, and everything is delicious."

Tang Yuan looked at the little girl who was smiling like a flower, and also smiled slightly.

While the little girl was eating breakfast, Tang Yuan turned on his phone and refreshed Weibo.

The moment he saw the trending search, the smile froze on his face and his pupils constricted.

On Weibo hot search No. 1, there is a red to purple word "explosion" displayed!

On the left side of the explosive word, there are bright and eye-catching hot search terms!

#三金影帝Fu Hongyun splits legs#

Looking further down, the top twenty hot searches are all about Fu Hongyun.

#Fu Hongyun and Wen Xiaorou broke up#

#Fu Hongyun Announces New Girlfriend#

#Fu Hongyun New Girlfriend Reveals Secret#

#Fu Hongyun Boot Ceremony Self Exposure of Love#

#Fu Hongyun said that I only love one person in my life#

#Fu Hongyun said that I only love Shi Xiaoyu alone#

#Fu Hongyun and Shi Xiaoyu made in the sky#

#精神拉皮Fu Hongyun and Shi Xiaoyu's Secret Love History#

……

Tang Yuan looked at the series of popular search terms and was dumbfounded!

This must be a conspiracy!

Fu Hongyun stayed with Wen Xiaorou all the time. He loved Wen Xiaorou so much that he even made porridge for Wen Xiaorou before going to work.

His love for Wen Xiaorou is obvious to all!

How could he cheat!

Tang Yuan guessed it all at once.

Fu Hongyun was maliciously edited!

Who is behind the scenes?

Judging from the biggest beneficiary of the hot search, it must be Shi Xiaoyu.

But after thinking about it carefully, Tang Yuan ruled out this possibility.

Even a fool can see that Shi Xiaoyu is the target of the trending search. If Shi Xiaoyu really did it, then she is really stupid and hopelessly stupid!

If you lend her a hundred bear hearts and leopard guts, she wouldn't dare to offend Fu Hongyun so obviously.

Tang Yuan's complexion was gloomy, and his two beautiful eyebrows were tightly knit together, thinking carefully about the black hand behind the hot search.

Wen Xiaorou raised her eyes inadvertently, saw Tang Yuan's pale face, and asked with concern: "Sister Tang, what's wrong with you?"

"What happened?"

She stretched her head to look at the phone in Tang Yuan's hand.

Tang Yuan suddenly came back to his senses, quickly turned off the screen of the phone, and put it upside down on the table.

"No...it's okay..."

"do not worry."

Wen Xiaorou gave a faint "Oh".

She reached for her phone.

Tang Yuan held her hand tightly, with a nervous expression: "Don't... look, what's so interesting about the phone, it's not fun at all."

"Xiaorou, after dinner, let's go watch Mr. Fu film."

Wen Xiaorou withdrew her hand: "Okay..."

Tang Yuan mentioned the heart in his throat, and finally let it go.

She picked up the plate on the table and walked to the kitchen.

When Tang Yuan turned around and returned to the living room, her expression that had just calmed down tightened again!

Wen Xiaorou leaned on the table with a serious expression, holding the phone and watching intently.

The little girl raised her head, looked at Tang Yuan who was stunned in place, raised her hand, and smiled slightly.

"Sister Tang, you are afraid that I will see this."

"Do you think I will misunderstand my husband?"

"Will not!"

"I will always trust my husband."

"My husband will always love me alone."