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

Butler Zhang stood at the door: "Madam, that lady claims to be your own sister."

Wen Xiaorou was yawning, covering her cherry lips with her slender hands.

Hearing Butler Zhang's words, her dazed expression suddenly came to life, her eyes filled with excitement: "Sister Liu is here!"

The little girl jumped out of bed excitedly, her whole body was naked, her snow-white skin exuded a magnificent luster, her figure was exquisite, her breasts were enlarged, her waist thin, her manicure legs, and her proportions were impeccably perfect.

One glance can take away a person's soul.

Wen Xiaorou ran to the closet, took a white dress with a doll collar, put it on, and ran out of the villa.

From a distance away, Wen Xiaorou shouted at the slim figure at the gate of the manor: "Sister Liu!"

Wen Zhixi turned around, and saw the little girl with a bright smile running towards her with light and cheerful steps.

The little white dress on her body was swaying in the wind, elegant and bright, like a newly blooming white magnolia.

Wen Xiaorou ran to Wen Zhixi's side and held her arm affectionately: "Sister Xiaoliu, come and see me."

Wen Zhixi: "Of course, I haven't seen our Xiao Qi all night, and Sixth Sister misses you very much."

The two walked arm in arm and came to the hall.

The servant brought the prepared meal to Wen Xiaorou.

Butler Zhang walked over holding a delicate small bowl carved from white jade.

He put the white jade bowl in front of Wen Xiaorou's table: "Madam, this is the bird's nest and white fungus porridge that Mr. Fu specially cooked for you."

Wen Xiaorou held the small white jade bowl in her hand: "This is my favorite drink, my husband cooks it for me every day."

She looked at Wen Zhixi: "Sister Xiaoliu, does brother-in-law cook bird's nest porridge for you every day?"

Wen Zhixi's expression darkened, the smile froze on her face, and she didn't reply to her words.

At this moment, she felt that Chopin was nowhere near as good as Fu.

Wen Xiaorou looked at Wen Zhixi with pure eyes: "Sister, would you like to try my husband's cooking skills? My husband cooks porridge, they are all delicious."

Wen Zhixi glanced at the white, steaming, good-looking bird's nest porridge: "No need..."

She can't eat now.

Wen Xiaorou picked up the spoon: "Sixth sister, do you want to have breakfast with me?"

Wen Zhixi glanced at the clock on the wall, it was two o'clock in the afternoon.

This breakfast is early enough! !

Wen Zhixi smiled at her: "I just had lunch, I'm not hungry, you can eat."

Wen Xiaorou: "Okay..."

Then start to eat hard.

Seeing that she was eating anxiously and quickly, Wen Zhixi couldn't help but let out a helpless laugh.

The posture of this standard cook is exactly the same as it was 1000 years ago.

nothing has changed...

Wen Xiaorou was only focused on eating, a strand of hair slipped from her back and hung down her slender neck.

She stretched out her hand to brush it, and the strand of black hair fell to her chest again.

Wen Zhixi watched Wen Xiaorou eat anxiously, like a greedy little cat, she smiled gently.

The strand of black hair hanging down was fluttering, and when the wind blew, it almost floated into Wen Xiaorou's bird's nest porridge.

Wen Zhixi walked to Wen Xiaorou's side, took out a cherry pink wreath, and helped her simply tie up her hair.

Wen Xiaorou's hair was pulled back, and her thin and delicate neck was exposed.

Wen Zhixi glanced at her neck inadvertently.Suddenly, his expression froze, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

On Wen Xiaorou's beautiful swan neck, flowers bloomed one after another, with blue-purple bruises.

Her skin was originally fair, and those bluish-purple marks were particularly eye-catching on her body.

Anyone who has ever had a boyfriend, or a relationship between a man and a woman, knows how this purple mark came about.

Wen Zhixi looked at the traces of a man left on her little sister.

Suddenly there was a sense of regret that her little sister was "ruined".

Hey……

Women's colleges do not stay.

After sighing, Wen Zhixi suddenly thought of herself again.

Her first time was in the toilet of a nightclub.

Still drunk...

At that time, she was very drunk, and in her hazy consciousness, she only remembered a man who kept pressing her down.

She couldn't remember what the process was like, whether the taste was good or not.

Out of nowhere, she was implanted with a baby.

Then she got pregnant and married Chopin.

It was the first time that Wen Zhixi rang her own phone, and for the first time, she didn't feel that the little purple flowers on Wen Xiaorou's neck were an eyesore.

After Wen Xiaorou finished eating, she sat with Wen Zhixi, and the sisters met and chatted.

Wen Zhixi caught a glimpse of the bruise on her neck again, and said to the servant beside her, "Bring a scarf over here."

Wen Xiaorou glanced at the sunny day outside: "What are you doing with the scarf? It's warm around you."

Wen Zhixi's eyes turned cold: "Do you think you can still have that neck?"

Wen Xiaorou covered her neck reflexively.

From experience, she knew without thinking that the neck must be "horrible".

The servant brought over a scarf made of ice silk fabric, and Wen Xiaorou wrapped it around her neck obediently.

Wen Zhixi thought about it for a while, and felt that it was still necessary to popularize physiological knowledge with this little sister.

She has always been straightforward, and asked Wen Xiaorou directly, "Have you taken protective measures?"

Wen Xiaorou looked up at her: "Huh?"

Wen Zhixi: "Are you taking medicine? Or is he wearing a coat?"

Wen Xiaorou understood what she meant, her face flushed, "I...I don't take medicine."

Wen Zhixi understood: "Oh, as long as there are protective measures."

Wen Xiaorou lowered her head, her face was blushing, and her little hands were twisted together nervously.

Wen Zhixi looked at her with a frank expression: "Okay, I won't interfere with your affairs."

"As long as you pay attention, don't get pregnant in a daze."

Hearing the word "pregnant", Wen Xiaorou's heart skipped a beat, and her guilt became even worse.

it's too late...

Wen Zhixi saw that she kept her head down and said nothing, so she asked, "Do you remember what my sister told you?"

Feeling guilty, Wen Xiaorou glanced at the potted baby's breath in the corner, hesitating: "Remember, remember."

Wen Zhixi smiled: "Well..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a voice——

"vomit--"

Wen Xiaorou patted her chest quickly, and said in a disguised way: "I was full just now."

Wen Zhixi supported her shoulders and patted her back lightly: "From now on, don't eat in such a hurry, eat slowly, it's more conducive to digestion."

Wen Xiaorou: "Okay..."

"vomit--"

Wen Zhixi was taken aback for a moment: "Would you like some Jianweixiaoshi tablets?"

Wen Xiaorou waved her hand: "No need, I'll be fine in a while."

"It's not that I want to vomit all the time, it's all intermittent, and I won't want to vomit after a while."

Wen Zhixi helped her follow her back: "Well, it will be fine in a while."

Wen Xiaorou: "Ugh—"

She retched non-stop, and her little face flushed from holding back.

Wen Zhixi's eyes caught the hickey on her neck again, and her eyes suddenly turned cold.

The palm she stroked on Wen Xiaorou's back paused.

Wen Xiaorou suddenly stood up and ran upstairs to the bedroom: "I'm going to rinse my mouth and I'll be down in a while."

As soon as she opened her legs, Wen Zhixi grabbed her arm.

As a woman who had given birth to three babies, Wen Zhixi was too familiar with the cause of this retching.

When she was pregnant with a baby, like Wen Xiaorou, she would retch from time to time.

Wen Xiaorou was still making the last struggle, shaking the wrist held by Wen Zhixi: "Sister Xiaoliu, I want to go upstairs to wash my mouth."

"Wash your mouth so you don't want to throw up."

Wen Zhixi looked calm and serious: "Xiaoqi, don't hide it."

"Tell the truth to my sister, are you pregnant?"