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

Fu Hongyun's sudden visit caused the atmosphere on the set to plummet.

Wen Xiaorou paused.

Oops, my husband found out.

I just called my brother a few times, should it be all right?

The gaze above her head was scorching hot, mixed with suppressed anger.

The little girl lowered her head, not looking up at the man.

She walked up to Fu Hongyun, put her forehead on the man's chest, and grabbed the corner of his shirt.

The little milk shouted in a low voice: "My husband..."

Fu Hongyun: "Well..."

Wen Xiaorou said very consciously: "From now on, baby Xiaorou will never call other people's brother again."

Fu Hongyun: "My sister is not allowed to shout!"

Wen Xiaorou: "Okay..."

Fu Hongyun: "What else?"

Wen Xiaorou stood on tiptoe, wrapped her small arms around the man's neck, and kissed his lips.

The sweet promise of the two——

If one party makes the other unhappy, kiss until the other party is happy.

As expected, the gloom on Fu Hongyun's face dissipated a lot.

He spoke with a deep and hoarse voice: "Roubao, this is far from enough."

Wen Xiaorou lay on top of him, hugging his strong waist: "Then, then go home and kiss again."

Fu Hongyun gave a "hmm" and agreed.

In order to get away from the "crime scene" as soon as possible, Wen Xiaorou dragged him back.

Fu Hongyun stopped, and said with ridicule: "Baby, don't be so anxious."

Wen Xiaorou blushed: "Who, who is in a hurry. "

Fu Hongyun smiled calmly: "I still have something to deal with."

Hearing these words, Wang Siyuan shuddered.

deal with him?

It must be!

The man came towards him and stopped in front of him.

The tall and straight figure exudes a icy cold, majestic momentum, full of oppression.

Wang Siyuan was so overwhelmed that he could hardly breathe.

Fu Hongyun said, "Director Wang, how about we play a game?"

There was a smell of conspiracy in the air.

To refuse is to lose face.

If you agree, it's like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.

Wang Siyuan was terrified.

He hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to refuse.

If Fu Hongyun is not allowed to calm down this anger, he will be punished even worse.

Wang Siyuan chose, the sheep go into the tiger's mouth.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Come, let the storm come at once.

Wang Siyuan's voice trembled: "What game does Master Fu want to play?"

Fu Hongyun said coldly: "Play, the flying knife game."

"Put an apple on top of your head, and I will stand three meters away, blindfolded, and pierce the apple with a throwing knife."

Wang Siyuan's legs trembled when he heard it.

Mom...

How can this be a pierced apple? !

This is clearly in the name of Apple, to pierce his head! !

Playing blindfolded, isn't that killing him? !

Wang Siyuan's legs softened and he knelt down on the ground.

The neckline was suddenly grabbed by a man.

The man smiled sinisterly: "It's a very simple game, I'm very accurate in throwing, so don't be afraid Director Wang."

These words were meant to be comforting, but when they came out of Fu Hongyun's mouth, they became a naked threat.

Wang Siyuan understood that this was not to comfort him, it was clearly telling him——

Master Fu's throwing rate is very accurate, and he specially picked him to hit the head.

Wang Siyuan almost peed in fright.

Endured and endured, and held back the urge to urinate.

But Wang Siyuan didn't regret it at all.

He is a master who dies under the peony flower and is a ghost.

Before he died, he could hear Wen Xiaorou calling him brother Siyuan, and he felt that his death was not wronged at all.

However, if he can survive this time, he will never let Wen Xiaorou call him Brother Siyuan again.

He hasn't played enough, and hasn't visited all the nightclubs in the universe.

don't want to die...

Seeing Wang Siyuan's pitiful appearance, Wen Xiaorou, who was the caller, said to Fu Hongyun consciously, "Honey, am I also at fault?"

Fu Hongyun turned her head, looked at her, and said softly, "Baby, you are not wrong."

"With my husband, Roubao will never be wrong."

Wen Xiaorou looked at him hopefully: "Then it's..."

Fu Hongyun's cold face sank, and the anger in her heart became more intense.

what is she doing !

Protecting Wang Siyuan? !

In this way, he will strike harder! !

Wen Xiaorou: Fu Hongyun suppressed the gloom on her face and showed a faint smile.

"Roubao, I brought you a strawberry cake and put it in the car."

"You go to the car and wait for me first, okay?"

Wen Xiaorou couldn't refuse.

Wang Siyuan had already returned with an apple and put it on his head: "Sister Xiaorou..."

"Wen Xiaorou, go to the car, I can do it by myself."

As everyone knows, it's fine if Wang Siyuan didn't say this, but if he did, he would be hurt even worse in a while.

This sentence fell into Fu Hongyun's ears, no matter how harsh it was!

She protects him!

He protects her!

What kind of situation does Fu Hongyun, the official husband, put in? !

The fire in Fu Hongyun's body was burning more and more intensely, almost burning the whole sky.

He tore off his tie and blindfolded his eyes. His words were filled with outrageous anger and cold to the bone.

"Flying knife game, start!"

Wang Siyuan put an apple on his head, and his whole body trembled.

The extremely sharp flying knife that cut iron like mud flew out of Fu Hongyun's fair and slender hand.

With the momentum of breaking the wind, he went straight to Wang Siyuan.

With a muffled pop, a fifteen-centimeter-long flying knife pierced into Wang Siyuan's left shoulder.

Blood gurgled down the river, staining Wang Siyuan's white shirt red.

In Wang Siyuan's heart...

A burst of surprise!

Ahhh, Master Fu still cared about the friendship with him, and didn't get into his head.

Only stabbed him in the shoulder!

Master Fu is so gentle!

Master Fu is so kind!

The fifteen-centimeter-long flying knife pierced Wang Siyuan's shoulder.

The staff around the side felt pain in the flesh.

Wang Siyuan secretly rejoiced in his heart, with a smile on his face.

He waved his hand: "My lord is fine!"

Staff: "Oh..."

The knife throwing game didn't stop, and another sharp knife flew out of Fu Hongyun's hand.

puff-

Plunge into Wang Siyuan's right shoulder.

Wang Siyuan: Ahhh, Master Fu is showing mercy again!

Can't die!

Grandpa is okay!

Staff: Wow.

The third Bing Feidao flew straight at Wang Siyuan's head with a sharp momentum.

Everyone: Ah, I killed someone, this time I'm going to kill someone!

The flying knife flew close to Wang Siyuan's scalp, cutting off a strand of hair on top of his head.

In the middle of the originally thick hair, a bald mark suddenly appeared.

The throwing knife slid across his scalp and plunged into the apple.

The bright red crisp apple split into two halves with a click.

The throwing knife game is over.

Wang Siyuan was stabbed twice.

Also changed from a thick-haired guy to a bald Mediterranean.

He knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Fuck, life saved.

The wound can meet...

Hair or something can grow back.

It's good if you don't die...

Fu Hongyun took off the tie covering her eyes, walked straight with her long legs.

When passing by Wang Siyuan, his thin lips parted lightly: "Next time, I will kill you."

Wang Siyuan knelt down and thanked: "Don't dare, there will be no next time."

Back in the RV, Fu Hongyun's hostility had dissipated.

He adjusted his state, and a layer of warmth covered his previously cruel and arrogant face.

Wen Xiaorou is sitting on a chair eating strawberry cake.

Fu Hongyun walked over, pinched her waist, and hugged her onto his lap.

His bony fingers took the knife and fork in her hand, forked a piece of strawberry cake and fed her.

The 8-inch cake was eaten clean, and he asked, "Is Roubao full?"

Wen Xiaorou touched her bulging belly: "I'm full..."

Fu Hongyun turned over and pressed her under him: "It's my turn to eat."