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

Three months later.

Fu's Manor...

The warm sunlight shines through the branches and into the bedroom on the second floor, mottled and bright, eloquently.

The tall and handsome man was lying sideways on the bed? His thick black hair exuded a magnificent color under the sunlight.

Fu Hongyun opened his eyes, glanced at the little milk cat obediently nestled in his arms, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a clear and meaningful arc.

Wen Xiaorou's small white hands were placed in the palm of his hand and folded on top of his big palm, which seemed very safe.

Fu Hongyun kissed her forehead.

Her long curled eyelashes trembled, she slowly opened her eyes, saw him, and smiled slightly.

Fu Hongyun kissed her lips: "Wake up..."

Wen Xiaorou's little milk voice, with the peculiar tiredness after waking up, is soft, sweet, and a little lazy: "Well, I'm awake."

"What time is it?" she asked.

Fu Hongyun replied: "It's still early, it's only one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Uh..." I slept until one o'clock in the afternoon, it was getting late.

Wen Xiaorou smiled, tried to move her thigh, and suddenly said, "Woooo..."

Fu Hongyun rubbed her whole body into his arms: "I just took the medicine, does it still hurt?"

Wen Xiaorou hammered his chest: "A little bit."

Fu Hongyun: "It's not convenient for you to walk. I'll hold you all day today."

Wen Xiaorou: "That's the only way."

Fu Hongyun kissed her forehead: "I won't go to the company today."

Surprise flashed in Wen Xiaorou's eyes: "Ah? Aren't we going to discuss an important contract today..."

Fu Hongyun kissed her forehead: "Today I will spend the holiday with my baby."

Wen Xiaorou was a little confused: "What's the festival? Valentine's Day? Qixi Festival? It's not here yet."

Fu Hongyun looked at the little milk cat in her arms: "Happy birthday, my little cat."

Wen Xiaorou smiled, as bright as a cloud.

That's right, today is her birthday, she has forgotten it, but her husband always remembers it.

Fu Hongyun pinched her fair and translucent cheeks: "In a while, my husband will accompany you to pick out birthday gifts, and fill the wardrobe of a thousand square meters."

Wen Xiaorou's eyes sparkled: "Okay, okay, I like pretty little skirts."

When she was excited, her little face flushed, very delicate and lovely.

Fu Hongyun turned over and pinned her down again.

Wen Xiaorou: "Well, aren't you going to buy a skirt?"

Fu Hongyun: "Wait a minute..."

SSSSSVIP mall.

Fu Hongyun hugged Wen Xiaorou and went shopping with her.

During this day, Wen Xiaorou's feet never touched the ground, and she was hugged by Fu Hongyun in various ways all the time.

Princess hug……

Daddy hugs...

There is also a difficult shoulder hug.

He is really strong and powerful, holding her with one hand, and can sit her on his shoulders.

Hug at home, hug at the mall.

Wen Xiaorou was so ashamed that she couldn't restrain herself.

She sat in his palm and said shyly, "I, I don't hurt anymore, I can walk by myself."

Fu Hongyun sealed her lips and said softly, "Be good, baby, you can't."

Wen Xiaorou lowered her head: "Okay..."

The two of them stick together inseparably, attracting countless envious eyes from others.

Wen Xiaorou coughed in embarrassment.

She rubbed against Fu Hongyun's arms, thinking about it.

Fu Hongyun wrapped her arms around her waist and whispered to her ear: "Be good, baby, buy enough skirts, and we can go home."

He accompanied her and selected countless new women's clothing from big brands. He changed ten sets a day and couldn't finish wearing them in a year.

But money can't buy her happiness.

It doesn't matter if she wears it or not, as long as she is happy anyway.

Back to Fu's house...

Fu Hongyun put his sweetheart on the sofa, turned on the TV, picked up a box of cherries, and went to the kitchen to wash fruit for her.

A movie starring the two of them is playing on TV.

Wen Xiaorou looked at the two people on the TV: "Husband, how much was the final box office of the movie we acted in?"

Fu Hongyun walked over with the washed cherries and handed them to her: "Not much, 58 billion."

"It's just the ranking, No. 1 on the box office list of the empire's movies, that's all."

Wen Xiaorou looked at Fu Hongyun adoringly, her eyes sparkled: "Wow! Husband is so good! No. 1 easily!"

Fu Hongyun pinched her pink face: "The main reason is that there is a wife participating in the performance, and I accidentally played it for a long time."

Wen Xiaorou climbed onto him from the sofa, straddled his lap, and then looked at him with bright eyes: "It's obvious that you are outstanding."

Fu Hongyun supported Wen Xiaorou's waist, looked at her adoring eyes, and was in a good mood.

He twisted a bright red and translucent cherries, took a bite, and kissed her lips.

Wen Xiaorou: "Well..."

Fu Hongyun let her go.

Wen Xiaorou chewed the cherries that were being fed, her cheeks were powdered: "I can eat it by myself."

Fu Hongyun hooked her chin with her slender fingers: "It's sweeter this way, isn't it?"

Wen Xiaorou's ears turned red: "Yes..."