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

Fu Hongyun didn't send a message to Wen Xiaorou, and walked into the set of Group B silently.

Want to surprise her.

It was evening at this time, and the sky was full of red clouds.

The fiery red clouds change rapidly, changing into various shapes, and sprinkle a piece of orange red on everything.

The beautiful girl stood with the backlight. She was wearing a violet white water skirt, covered with tulle as light as onion's wings, and lined with a plain white long brocade dress.

She is thin and slender, with an exquisite figure, extremely graceful curves, slender waist and full of blue waves, which are difficult to grasp.

Wen Xiaorou wrapped her fingers around the red ribbon hanging on her chest, standing pretty in the setting sun, smiling warmly.

When it was time to get off work, the staff members were all in high spirits. They gathered around Wen Xiaorou, chatting with her with a smile.

Wang Siyuan stood opposite her, jokingly said: "Xiaorou, you're off work, why don't you leave now, aren't you in a hurry to find your husband today?"

The staff next to her also joined in the fun: "Xiaorou always talks about her husband this husband and that husband, and never leaves her husband in three words. Every day after get off work, she can't wait to fly to her husband with her wings, and she is not in a hurry to leave today?"

"Yes, yes, Xiaorou is very abnormal today. Could it be that the young couple had a fight?"

Wen Xiaorou circled the red ribbon with her thin white fingers, her big round eyes were full of seriousness.

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

"My husband and I never quarrel!"

"My husband loves me so much that he doesn't want to quarrel with me!"

Wang Siyuan had a teasing look on his face, he was getting too serious, teasing the little girl endlessly.

"Xiao Rourou, let me tell you, these young couples never stop fighting!"

"Don't look at Boss Fu treating you well now, the new baby will still be warm for three days, and when he passes the heat, it's time to quarrel with you."

"But don't be sad. Even if he quarrels with you, it doesn't mean he doesn't love you anymore. It's human nature to quarrel!"

"The love is still love!"

Wang Siyuan talked more and more vigorously, chattering endlessly, as if he had come here.

"But let me tell you, you can't quarrel too often in this fight. If you quarrel too much, it will hurt your relationship."

"How do you say that sentence, words are like sharp weapons, hurting people invisible, and it is easiest to speak unrestrainedly when quarreling. If you speak unrestrainedly, it is easy to speak badly!"

"If you say something ugly, it must hurt your feelings!"

Wen Xiaorou sat on a chair beside her, resting her chin on her hands, blinking her big eyes, then turned her head to look at Wang Siyuan.

"Do you often quarrel with your wife?"

"You look very experienced in quarrels."

Wang Siyuan: He was bragging happily, when suddenly, the flames of war burned on himself.

Wang Siyuan's expression froze, and he spoke uprightly: "Who said I love to quarrel! I am a standard three-good man, with good morality, intelligence and physique, and never quarrel with my wife!"

Wen Xiaorou stared at him: "Hey, I don't believe it."

"You look like you can quarrel."

Commonly known as: underdrawing.

Wang Siyuan was taken aback, and touched his cheek unconsciously: "Xiao Rourou, let me tell you, we can't judge people by their appearance!"

"The teacher taught us when we were in elementary school, don't judge your character based on beauty or ugliness, but be good at discovering the beauty of each other's soul."

Wen Xiaorou nodded, and thought for a while: "Wouldn't it be better to be handsome and beautiful in heart!"

"Just like my husband!"

Wang Siyuan's interest in talking about the mountains disappeared in half in an instant.

I can't talk today.

The opponent is completely attacking him, reducing dimensionality.

Wang Siyuan waved his hands resentfully, struggling feebly: "Everyone who is handsome is very playful!"

"The more handsome the scumbag, the truth has been passed down for many years."

Wen Xiaorou argues: "But the ugly one is also very flowery, it's flowery anyway, it's better to find a beautiful flower."

Wang Siyuan: There was a sudden click from the handle of the parasol.

It was fine before, but for some reason, the handle of the umbrella suddenly tilted and hit a few people sitting beside it.

The crowd couldn't react in time and let out an exclamation.

Wen Xiaorou looked sideways at the fallen parasol, but before she could make a move, she was suddenly picked up and held firmly in a warm and firm embrace.

There were screams from the crowd, especially Wang Siyuan's voice.

"what--"

"pain--"

Wen Xiaorou was surrounded by a fresh mint smell, and her whole body was tightly pressed against the man's chest, full of a sense of security.

She naturally stretched out her arms, wrapped them around the man's waist, raised her pink face, looked at that pure and perfect face, her eyes were shining.

"husband!"

Fu Hongyun hugged her and walked to the luxury business car.

He leaned over and lowered his head, and kissed the girl's lips tenderly: "Good baby..."

The man's warm breath sprayed on the little girl's face, which was hot and itchy.

Like the early autumn breeze, blowing slowly.

Fu Hongyun gave a light kiss and moved it away from Wen Xiaorou's lips.

Caught off guard, his slender neck was forcefully hooked by the little girl.

Wen Xiaorou pressed the man's neck with her small hand, not letting his lips leave.

She tossed and turned, deepening the kiss.

When the lips parted, the little girl still had a bit of unsatisfactory expression on her face.

Fu Hongyun pecked her pink cheek with a big smile on her face.

bright sunshine...

It is even more beautiful than the most beautiful Huoshaoyun.

Leaning in his arms, Wen Xiaorou kissed his chest sideways, with a delicate and aggrieved tone.

"Husband, I sent you several messages, but you didn't reply to me."

"Humph!"

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her little paw, very dissatisfied, and slapped the man's hand hard.

Snapped!

It doesn't hurt or itch...

It's so cool...

Fu Hongyun smiled slightly, with a charming arc on the corner of her mouth, and her voice was gentle and loving: "My dear baby, I was wrong."

Fu Hongyun kissed Wen Xiaorou's forehead, her lips reflected on her fair and flawless skin.

A long time post...

Wen Xiaorou's heart trembled, and the place he touched produced dense electric currents, which penetrated from his lips into the depths of her soul.

Her heartbeat started to speed up, pounding loudly.

The little girl closed her eyes, with a thin layer of blush on her face, and said in a delicate voice, "It's all right, my husband is not wrong, I forgive you."

Hey……

It's just that unprincipled.

Just be kissed by him.

she's going soft...

Fu Hongyun carried Wen Xiaorou to the parking lot.

The road in the parking lot is covered with red rose petals, surrounded by beautiful lanterns, shining brightly.

The original ordinary parking lot was dressed up as a fairy-tale world.

In front of the commercial vehicle, Fu Hongyun gently put the little girl on the ground.

Wen Xiaorou stood still, looked around, her pupils lit up: "Wow! So beautiful!"

Fu Hongyun stood steadily beside the car, beside Wen Xiaorou, with no intention of leaving.

Wen Xiaorou raised her eyes, looking at the man who was a head taller than her, starlight was shining in Qing Lingling's eyes.

Fu Hongyun leaned over, looked at Wen Xiaorou at the same level, and curled her lips at her, showing a down-and-out smile.

His smile was very mysterious, which met Wen Xiaorou's expectations.

With a little effort from Fu Hongyunxin's long arms, she lifted the tailgate of the commercial vehicle.

Wen Xiaorou looked sideways, her eyes were round and bright as stars.

The entire trunk is filled with bright red roses!

999 red roses are arranged in the shape of a heart surrounded by sparkling gypsophila bouquets.

It's suffocatingly romantic.

Fu Hongyun hugged Wen Xiaorou from behind, wrapped her in his arms, and buried her head in the socket of her neck.

The hormonal breath unique to men is full of explosions.

He pressed against the little girl's ear, his voice was low and full of magnetism: "A gift for Roubao."

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