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

Wen Xiaorou looked at Fu Hongyun, trying hard to digest what he just said.

Husband seems to have only one meaning, which is...

If you break up with him.

will die!

Wen Xiaorou's cherry red lips parted slightly, her eyes were empty and blank.

Fu Hongyun pressed her lips with her fingertips, squeezing out a groove, and her voice was as gentle as ever.

"Roubao, be good."

Wen Xiaorou lay in Fu Hongyun's arms, Qing Lingling's big eyes blinked, and her long eyelashes flickered.

My husband has become horrible again.

huh...

How to do?

want to escape...

No, you can't.

will die...

No, she didn't want her husband to die.

Wen Xiaorou tugged at the corner of Fu Hongyun's clothes with her pink hands, and said softly, "I won't leave you."

A bright smile appeared on Fu Hongyun's face, kissed her on the lips, picked her up from the bed, and took her out for dinner.

A low-key and luxurious Rolls-Royce is speeding on the half-waist road.

Fu Hongyun sat in the back of the luxury car with Wen Xiaorou in her arms, and Wen Xiaorou lay on the window, looking out of the window curiously.

When she came here before, she spent it in her sleep, and this time she finally had the opportunity to appreciate the surrounding scenery.

Looking around, I can only see the shadowy distant mountains, which are boundless and extend to the horizon.

There are thick and thick clouds and mists floating between the mountains, and the top of the mountain can't be seen at the end of the mountain, and there is a hint of eerie and strangeness in the majestic waves.

In the middle of the entire mountain area, a huge manor was built, standing proudly and dignifiedly among the mountains.

All the villas in the manor are equipped with bulletproof glass, high walls, a complete set of alarm and emergency equipment in the courtyard, and a row of security personnel in black guard clothes standing outside the courtyard.

Everywhere shows the luxury of the host family.

Of course, Wen Xiaorou, whose memory has not been fully recovered, can't understand this.

She just thinks this villa is so beautifully built.

Like a castle in a cartoon.

Wen Xiaorou snuggled into Fu Hongyun's arms, looking at the manor halfway down the mountain, her clear eyes sparkled.

"Honey, that castle is our home."

"Our little home."

Fu Hongyun's heart trembled, and a warm current flowed through her heart.

He never knew what home was.

he has no home...

Not long after he was born, he suddenly lost everything.

Has been kept under the fence.

They were cast out again like the plague.

Later, he made money and spent a lot of money to buy countless properties.

Still can't find the taste of home.

How can you feel something that you have never had before.

But it's different now.

Now Fu Hongyun truly feels at home.

It turns out that this is what the world calls "home".

Cozy, comfortable and full of security.

It's like an illusory duckweed suddenly took root.

He is no longer alone.

He is concerned.

he has a family...

Fu Hongyun hugged the little girl in her arms with infinite love, and kissed her forehead passionately.

A black barrier suddenly rose in the luxury car, separating the two rows of people in the front and rear seats. There was also a privacy film on the privacy glass, so that outsiders could not see what was going on inside the car at all.

He pressed up on her, and a pink and white skirt was thrown in a corner of the car...

he loves her……

He is her believer and her only minister.

He is willing to prostrate at her feet, and also wants to conquer her violently.

Fu Hongyun kissed Wen Xiaorou affectionately, from head to toe.

Two hours later...

Rolls Royce parked at SSSSSVIP mall.

The shopping mall adopts a membership system, and the consumption does not exceed eight figures and is not allowed to enter.

Just as the black Rolls Royce parked at the entrance of the mall, a receptionist in a tuxedo walked over.

All the staff in the mall knew Fu Hongyun's license plate.

Emperor A88888 license plate.

A symbol of nobility.

The receptionist wanted to pull the back door of the luxury car, but was stopped by the driver who got out of the car in a panic.

The driver made a shh gesture, and the receptionist understood, and immediately withdrew his hand.

The two stood quietly on one side, waiting for the distinguished master to get off.

Fu Hongyun buttoned up her shirt and began to help Wen Xiaorou dress.

He rummaged for a while, and finally found the pink and white skirt in the gap of the car seat.

When putting it on her body, Fu Hongyun realized that the original fresh and cute little skirt had been torn out by him a few big holes.

Fu Hongyun: He shouldn't be so impatient.

Wen Xiao was lying softly on the seat, wearing only a small jacket on his body, his smooth and tender skin was pink, and there were large patches of small blue-purple flowers blooming on it.

Seeing that her favorite little skirt was torn out of shape, she pouted her mouth in pain, her voice was hoarse and out of shape.

"Oh, my husband hates it."

"That's my favorite little dress."

Fu Hongyun held the pink and white skirt that was about to become rags in her hand, and her beautiful face showed an embarrassed look.

"Baby, my fault."

"We're at the mall, I'll buy you many, many more beautiful little skirts."

Wen Xiaorou still pouted, her voice was delicate.

"What now?"

Fu Hongyun looked around. Fortunately, she found a leftover suit jacket in the trunk.

Wen Xiaorou is petite and exquisite, wearing a suit jacket on her body is like a loose coat, empty, just covering the thighs.

Fu Hongyun hugged her and got out of the car.

The receptionist at the side immediately greeted him: "Mr. Fu, is there anything I can help you with?

Fu Hongyun's thin lips parted lightly: "Go away!"

He doesn't like anyone near his baby.

Not within five meters.

Especially now, with his baby almost naked.

She still had his breath on her body.

If another man approaches her.

Fu Hongyun will go crazy.

The receptionist was a bit confused, it's every receptionist's job to help customers, he didn't know what he was doing wrong.

He looked at Fu Hongyun, who had a gloomy face and hurried steps, and retreated five meters away in a professional manner.

Rich people always have such a temper.

Fu Hongyun carried Wen Xiaorou into the shopping mall, and ran directly to the VVVVVIP suite on the sixth floor.

Every honorable five VVIP has its own unique suite in the mall for them to rest.

Or do something else.

Fu Hongyun walked to the door of his suite, and the waiter had already opened the door for him.

Knowing that Fu Hongyun was coming, warm water had already been placed in the bathtub.

Fu Hongyun hugged Wen Xiaorou, sat in the bathtub, and carefully cleaned her body.

After taking a bath, Fu Hongyun carried her into bed.

He made a phone call, and a well-dressed female staff member in a professional suit brought over an love pie.

Aipai has the latest women's clothing in each store for customers to choose at will without leaving the house.

Fu Hongyun sat by the bed, holding Wen Xiaorou in her arms to choose clothes.

Wen Xiaorou leaned in the man's arms, rummaged through with her slender fingers, and saw a very beautiful and lovely dress.

She poked the man's chest, looked up at her porcelain-white face, and asked, "Honey, this dress is so pretty, which color should I buy?"

Fu Hongyun kissed her on the lips, her voice was lazy and sexy.

"Buy whatever your baby likes."

"This mall belongs to babies."

"My husband has already transferred the ownership of this shopping mall to the baby."