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

Fu Hongyun's dark eyes were burning with flames, and there was a wanton and lazy smile on his face.

He oppressed her on the back of the chair, sucked her lips, and bit her.

Strength is increasing.

It's completely different from the superficial touch just now.

Wild and wild...

All the air in Wen Xiaorou's chest was taken away, her big watery eyes lost focus, and the eyes were blurred when she was emotionally moved.

He clasped the back of her head with his big palm, wrapped his other hand around her waist, and kissed her forcefully.

Wen Xiaorou was confused by his mother's consciousness.

She originally thought that he would be as superficial as he was just now.

She was not expecting his sudden outburst.

But did not push him away.

There was a little joy in my heart, and then I cooperated with him obediently.

Fu Hongyun's back was facing the door of the box, her tall and straight body completely blocked her petite figure.

The service staff carrying the dishes stood at the door, stunned for a moment.

Even if the little girl is tightly blocked and cannot be seen.

But as long as you are not blind, you can also know that a man is holding a woman down for a kiss.

The man's movements are sharp and powerful, full of possessiveness.

Although he didn't see the man's face, the service staff knew that the man was handsome just by looking at his back.

Lean and tight back line, tall and slender figure, slightly curved long legs, meticulously styled black hair, and an expensive top-luxury suit.

And the noble temperament.

At the first glance, the service staff knew that this man must be a handsome guy!

He looked at the scene in front of him, surprised, stunned, envious, and appreciative, all kinds of expressions flashed by.

This place is full of prominent figures, and the most taboo thing is being prying into privacy by others.

The male waiter should have exited immediately, but the scene in front of him was too eye-catching, he just stood there without moving his feet.

When Fu Yanyu came down from the private room on the second floor, his eyes glanced at the private room where Wen Xiaorou and Fu Hongyun were.

Seeing the service staff standing blankly at the door, his eyes froze.

He instinctively felt that something was happening in the box.

Fu Yanyu walked over and saw the man and woman who were kissing passionately in the box, and those warm eyes instantly darkened.

The service staff inexplicably felt that the air pressure around them was much lower, and even the air was chilly.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw the handsome and noble man standing next to him.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, unable to speak.

Fu Yanyu's usually warm eyes, looking at the men and women who are passionately kissing in the box, are now full of gloomy and gloomy eyes.

He turned his eyes and glanced at the waiter next to him. His gaze was as cold as a snake, as if poisoned.

The service staff who saw it trembled instantly.

Fu Yanyu gave him a cold look, and only expressed one word: Get out!

The service staff had a guilty conscience, and then they were caught peeping on the spot, and walked away in despair.

Fu Yanyu turned her head and looked at the couple in the box.

The little girl in the man's arms struggled tenderly, pushing against the man's chest with her small hands, and said softly and sweetly, "Phew... I can't breathe... Mmm..."

Fu Hongyun reluctantly let go of her lips.

Wen Xiaorou immediately took a few mouthfuls of air.

Her red face is like a bright peach.

Fu Hongyun kissed her cheek again.

He pressed his forehead against hers, staring at her with burning eyes.

After she calmed down and breathed well, he pressed forward again and kissed her lips passionately and domineeringly.

Fu Yanyu has been looking at them, looking at the two people who are getting more and more tightly entangled, his dark eyes are like a storm raging, black and dense, it is gloomy and terrifying, and he is unwilling...

He walked towards the box...

Walking to the door, the footsteps stopped.

His slender fingers touched the door frame and closed the box door.

He moved so lightly and carefully that the men and women in the box didn't notice.

After closing the door of the box, Fu Yanyu walked to the stairs on the second floor.

His face was expressionless, his expression was gloomy, as if he was lost in thought, and naturally he didn't see the road conditions clearly.

Suddenly, he bumped into a woman.

Shen Mengyun looked at him in despair, and said anxiously, "Brother Yanyu!"

Fu Yanyu didn't respond.

It wasn't until he felt a stabbing pain in his wrist that he came back to his senses and saw Shen Mengyun with an anxious face.

Shen Mengyun looked at him worriedly: "Brother Yanyu, what's wrong with you?"

A bleak smile appeared on Fu Yanyu's face: "It's okay..."

He looked at the jade hand holding his wrist, and his face darkened again.

He said to Shen Mengyun, "You go up first, I'll go to the bathroom, and then go back to the box."

Shen Mengyun: "But..."

Fu Yanyu: "No but."

Shen Mengyun was startled: "Okay..."

She goes up the stairs.

Fu Yanyu turned into the bathroom next to her.

His slender arms were propped on the sink, and a voice suddenly came to his mind——

"You're still not a man!"

"Seeing the woman you like being kissed by other men, you still kindly help them close the door!!"

"Funny, ridiculous, timid, cowardly, useless, useless!"

"What a wretch!"

Fu Yanyu's eyes were cold and his tone was gloomy: "Don't try to control me! You are just a remnant soul living in my body and relying on me to survive!"

Wraith: "Really? Then you really underestimate me! I will occupy your body sooner or later."

Fu Yanyu smiled contemptuously: "I'll wait!"

He suppressed the sinister voice in his head, and walked to the private room on the second floor.

In the box, Fu Hongyun pressed Wen Xiaorou and kissed her for a long time before letting go of her reluctantly.

Wen Xiao nestled softly in his arms, protected by his strong arms.

Her lips were red and swollen, bright red, and there was a broken skin in the middle of her lower lip, with a purple blood stasis coagulated.

It looks miserable.

There is also a sense of glamorous beauty that makes people think about it.

The waiters brought in the food and put it on the table.

Fu Hongyun held a shrimp dumpling and handed it to her mouth. As soon as it touched her lips, the little girl gasped.

She opened her lips delicately: "My mouth hurts..."

Fu Hongyun put down her chopsticks, raised her chin, and saw the red, swollen lips.

He frowned slightly, a little dumbfounded.

He was emotional just now, and he really didn't control the intensity well.

The little girl was already delicate and soft, especially the delicate skin of her lips, a little stress would cause bruising.

Fu Hongyun usually pays more attention to it, trying not to let her be black or purple.

But when the love is strong, it is inevitable to use too much force.

Fu Hongyun looked at Wen Xiaorou's lips, her deep eyes were full of pity.

Wen Xiaorou pouted and said coquettishly: "You did it, you are responsible."

Fu Hongyun looked at the sweet and soft little girl and smiled gently.

He scratched her upturned nose: "Jiaojiaoer, I will always be responsible to you!"