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

Fu Hongyun hugged Wen Xiaorou, put her big palm on her soft waist, and rubbed her up and down.

Wen Xiaorou lay on top of him, her big eyes were misty and misty, and she looked innocent and cute.

Fu Hongyun's big palm circled restlessly on her waist, causing a slight itchiness.

The little girl let out a series of delicate moanings from her cherry-pink lips, lying in the man's arms and writhing wildly, avoiding the big hand on her waist.

Little did they know that her actions were even more irritating.

Fu Hongyun's eyes were gloomy, her Adam's apple rolled up and down, and she suddenly felt extremely thirsty.

With a slap, a slap print landed on Wen Xiaorou's little butt.

Fu Hongyun didn't move her hand away, her big palm firmly covered the soft plump body, her voice was hoarse: "Don't move around..."

Wen Xiaorou clenched her fists and beat Fu Hongyun's chest, pouted: "My husband is a big villain."

Fu Hongyun grabbed that soft little hand, pinched her chin, and kissed her lips with all her might.

His hand reached into her skirt... After a while, Wen Xiaorou's little face turned red, and her tone was soft and pitiful, begging for mercy: "Oh, my waist still hurts."

Fu Hongyun withdrew his hand, moved it to her waist instead, and massaged her intimately.

The technique is gentle and the strength is moderate.

The soreness in Wen Xiaorou's waist relieved a lot, and she hummed comfortably.

The massage lasted for nearly 10 minutes, until the man's wrist was sore and numb, and then he gave up.

Fu Hongyun hugged Wen Xiaorou out of bed, rubbed the soft little thing in his arms, and was not willing to let go for a moment, he fed her egg custard spoonful by spoonful.

Wen Xiaorou closed her eyes slightly, her thick black curly long eyelashes drawn down, she was as obedient as a kitten, eating the food he fed to her mouth one bite at a time.

The three bowls of egg custard bottomed out, and Fu Hongyun kissed her lips, licking away the food residue left on her mouth, with a gentle and pampering voice.

"Baby, are you full?"

Wen Xiaorou leaned in Fu Hongyun's arms, wrapped his hands around his thin waist, opened his eyes slightly, and nodded.

Seeing her cute expression about to wake up, a smile appeared on Fu Hongyun's beautiful face.

He rubbed her soft long hair: "Sleep again, in my arms."

The little girl rubbed against his arms, found a comfortable position, and closed her eyes.

Fu Hongyun locked her tightly in his arms, and since she woke up, she has never left his arms.

He put his hands on her soft waist, smelling the unique, light and pleasant fragrance of white lotus on her body.

I can't extricate myself from being addicted to it.

He really wanted to hold her like this until he was old.

Inseparable, inseparable, inseparable.

Just thinking about it this way, Fu Hongyun's heart was filled with excitement, bubbling with happiness.

This little girl who descended from the sky, like a crape myrtle star, brought him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and happiness, and made him experience emotions that he had never experienced in more than 20 years.

If it was said that he was close to the original Wen Xiaorou for fame and fortune, then he was willing to sink for the present Wen Xiaorou.

He is willing to die for her.

As long as you can get her.

As long as I can be with her.

Even if he was buried in a sea of ​​flames, he would not hesitate.

Because she deserves it.

The love in Fu Hongyun's body was like a surging sea, wave after wave of love swept in until it swallowed him completely.

And he is as happy as sugar.

Wen Xiaorou nestled obediently in his arms, sleeping innocently and delicately, like a pure little angel.

Fu Hongyun couldn't help but kissed her over and over again, sincerely, like a loyal believer.

She is his life.

She is his irreplaceable and unique god, and he does not allow anyone to desecrate her.

She can't run away or escape in this life, she can only exist in the world in his palm.

Fu Hongyun kissed so intently that she didn't even notice that there were already two living people standing at the door.

Director Zhang and Xiao Li's eyes widened, their jaws almost dropped from shock, and they couldn't believe what they saw.

Is this still the cold, noble and arrogant Fu Hongyun?

He looks like a "Wen Xiaorou severe addict".

Noticing the two people at the door, Fu Hongyun's eyes turned from warm to cold, and his tone was cold and full of impatience.

"Uninvited, man! Could you be a little more polite?"

Director Zhang: Xiao Li: When we are polite to others, can we not use dirty words?

How impolite.

Director Zhang had a smile on his face: "Master Fu, it's already two o'clock in the afternoon, it's time to work."

Fu Hongyun's eyes kept falling on the little girl in her arms: "Isn't this working?"

Director Zhang glanced at the tightly covered camera, and dared not speak out: "Brother Yun, the audience really likes to see you on camera, and the bullet screens are all begging you to show your face."

Xu Shi's voice was too noisy, the little girl frowned and groaned.

Fu Hongyun made a hush gesture to the two people at the door, waved to them, and conveyed a word gently.

roll……

immediately……

immediately……

Director Zhang hesitated and wanted to speak, but he raised his eyes and saw Fu Hongyun's expression of wanting to kill someone, so he closed his mouth tightly.

It's important to save your life...

What is a live broadcast, no matter how expensive it is, is it worth more than your life?

Director Zhang and Xiao Li silently withdrew, but returned in vain.

After the two left the room, Wen Xiaorou opened her eyes, blinked her crow-feather eyelashes, and her eyes gradually became clear.

She tugged at the corner of Fu Hongyun's clothes, and said in a sticky voice, "Honey, it's dawn."

Fu Hongyun pinched her face: "Baby, it's been bright all morning."

Wen Xiaorou's eyes suddenly widened: "It's noon, I've slept for so long."

Fu Hongyun patted her head, with a slight smile in her voice: "It's two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Ah!" Wen Xiaorou's waxy voice was full of surprise: "I almost lost sleep all day long!"

Suddenly, she seemed to have suddenly remembered something, struggling to get up and want to go out the door.

Fu Hongyun cut her back by the waist, rubbed her back into her arms, and said in a gloomy tone, "What are you doing so fast?"

Wen Xiaorou raised her soft and tender face, her eyes were clear and innocent: "I'm going to water my new friend."

Yesterday she was pestered by Fu Hongyun all night, and she even forgot to water the lotus.

Now that she thinks about it, she feels guilty.

A chill flashed across Fu Hongyun's deep eyes.

She had never been so nervous before.

He pretended to be indifferent: "You care about them so much?"

Just a few plants.

unremarkable...

What can barely be considered an advantage is——

Very tenacious in life.

The water in the pond has dried up, but it is still alive tenaciously.

Wen Xiaorou looked at Fu Hongyun's bottomless lacquer eyes, and her fair face was serious: "They are my friends, I must take good care of my friends."

The word "friend" hurt Fu Hongyun's nerves.

He's paranoid that she doesn't want her to have friends.

He hoped that he was the only one in her world.

A sick thought even flashed through his mind.

I want to get rid of those lotus plants in the pond.

Fu Hongyun knew that her thinking was different from ordinary people.

I also know that I can't express my true thoughts in my heart.

He pretended to be very concerned about those lotus plants, and held the girl's hand.

"Let's go water them together."

"I've always liked lotus flowers too."

Strange...

Wen Xiaorou's bright eyes were shining brightly: "That's great, my husband likes them too, they will be very happy when they find out."

Fu Hongyun didn't care if they liked her or not.

Just a humble little plant.

Can it really have human feelings?

He only wants his girls to like him.

anything else.

he doesn't care...