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

Wen Xiaorou was lying delicately in Fu Hongyun's arms, her big and bright eyes gleaming with puzzlement.

"Husband, what does transfer mean?"

Fu Hongyun kissed the elementary school scum in her arms, and patiently explained to her.

"Transfer means, my husband gave you this shopping mall."

"This is a gift from my husband to the baby."

Wen Xiaorou got up from Fu Hongyun's arms, sat up straight, held Fu Hongyun's face in her soft and smooth hands, and kissed her.

"Thank you husband for the gift, I like it very much."

"In the future, I will have endless skirts."

"I'm so happy, hahaha."

Wen Xiaorou held a big love pie in her small hands, and her white fingers kept sliding and poking on the screen, immersing herself in all kinds of floral dresses.

Fu Hongyun held her in his arms, and locked her waist with his big palms. Looking at her flowery smile, he couldn't help but raised the corners of his mouth.

He likes to see her smile.

The little girl smiles beautifully, her black grape-like eyes bend into crescents, her round and plump apple muscles are bulging, with a touch of blush, and there are two shallow pear dimples at the corners of her mouth, she is too sweet .

It melted his heart.

Wen Xiaorou lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes like crow feathers cast a shadow on her face, her pink lips were small and moist, like a ripe little cherry.

She is innocent and delicate, with an ignorant temperament, and she looks coquettish and weak.

Most likely to stimulate a man's desire for protection.

Fu Hongyun hugged her, not wanting to let go for a moment, and from time to time he lowered his head and pecked at her flushed face and cherry red mouth.

On? Addiction in general.

Every time a kiss is made, the two small fans on Wen Xiaorou's eyes will tremble slightly, like a beautiful butterfly fluttering its wings.

Fu Hongyun smiled faintly.

Pecked and pecked.

Finally, Wen Xiaorou couldn't take it anymore, and threw the love pie aside with a snap.

She had her porcelain white face upturned, her big and round eyes were filled with mist, and her voice was fierce and fierce.

"Husband hates ghosts."

"I'm looking at a flowery skirt, why do you keep bothering me?"

"You can't be honest for a while, pecking and pecking is really annoying."

"Are you a woodpecker?"

After Wen Xiaorou finished speaking, she felt that her words were not enough to express her anger, so she clenched her fists tightly, raised her chin on both sides of her pink cheeks, and acted aggressively.

"If you harass me again, I'll beat you!"

"Be careful with me!"

Seeing the fierce look of the charming little girl, Fu Hongyun suddenly burst out laughing.

His softness is really too much fun.

Fu Hongyun became playful, and pecked her cheek again. He pinched her chin, imitating her, raised his chin, and spoke with a wicked tone.

"Hiss—I don't know why, why do I expect Rourou to beat me up so much!"

Fu Hongyun kissed Wen Xiaorou's pursed lips, touching her forehead, and smiled recklessly.

Wen Xiaorou looked at his handsome face, very spineless, and laughed along with him.

Husband looks so good-looking.

How could she bear to blame him.

Will not……

She will only cooperate with him obediently.

Satisfy him with any special ones.

hobby...

The warm yellow light sprinkled the two of them, coating them with a layer of soft golden light, and everything looked the most beautiful.

She was making trouble, he was laughing.

Fu Hongyun sat up straight, held Wen Xiaorou in her arms, and looked at the head of the bed.

There was a small pink and white skirt on the head of the bed, with two white lotus flowers embroidered on the cuffs, and the chest was wrapped in pink brocade. The workmanship was exquisite, and it was very valuable at first glance.

Fu Hongyun brought the little skirt in front of Wen Xiaorou, and asked flatteringly: "Roubao, look, do you like this skirt?"

Wen Xiaorou's expression was originally sleepy, but the moment she saw the skirt, she suddenly regained her spirits, her big eyes sparkling.

"This dress is so beautiful."

"This is the cutest little dress I've ever seen."

"Thanks husband."

Fu Hongyun sat beside the girl, and poked her own cheek with her finger: "Be good, show it with actions, and take a bite."

Wen Xiaorou hugged the man and took a mouthful.

Fu Hongyun pointed to the other side of her face.

Wen Xiaorou: "mua!"

Fu Hongyun smiled brightly, and thoughtfully helped Wen Xiaorou put on the dress, and even tied a beautiful bow.

Wen Xiaorou leaned against Fu Hongyun's arms like a delicate doll, letting him dress her up.

After getting dressed, Fu Hongyun carried her out, and the two came to the top floor of the shopping mall.

The top floor is a high-end restaurant, typical Italian style, beautiful environment, comfortable and pleasant decoration.

In order to provide more elegant service to customers who like romance, the restaurant has also set up outdoor seating.

But Fu Hongyun never went.

Fu Hongyun carried Wen Xiaorou to the door, and immediately a waiter in a tuxedo and white gloves came to help them open the door.

A professional female manager in a white shirt and hip skirt came up to her, first bowed to Fu Hongyun, and then led the way for the two of them.

President Fu is a frequent visitor here, and every time he chooses to sit at the No. [-] booth on the east side of the lobby.

The female manager understood his preferences and led the way straight ahead.

When she got to booth No. [-], the female manager turned around, and there was no one behind her.

President Fu did not follow him as usual.

The female manager looked slightly flustered, and looked around the lobby for a week, but still did not find President Fu.

She trotted to the open air, her eyes widened involuntarily.

President Fu hates the open-air location the most, because he finds it too noisy.

At this moment, he was sitting at the most ostentatious open-air intersection, smiling brightly.

A little girl was sitting on his lap, pinching his face brazenly for fun.

Wen Xiaorou pinched Fu Hongyun's nose, and poked it up vigorously, making an unattractive shape.

"See if you dare to bully me in the future."

Fu Hongyun raised her hands as a sign of surrender: "Don't dare, don't dare again."

"Don't dare to bully the little fairy again."

Only then did Wen Xiaorou let go of his face, folded his arms, pouted his mouth, arrogant like a queen: "Huh..."

Fu Hongyun smiled at the corners of her brows and eyes, squeezed her cheek, kissed her hard, and wrapped her in her arms.

Wen Xiaorou leaned into Fu Hongyun's arms, rubbed her head on his chest, twisted and moaned.

Female Manager: This must not be President Fu!

President Fu is dignified and aloof, mature and steady, unsmiling, not at all similar to the man in front of him!

Fu Hongyun was still playing with Wen Xiaorou.

He pouted and kissed her, and she buried her head in his arms to hide.

The two of you chased after each other and had a great time playing.

Female Manager: So childish...

But she couldn't help showing her aunt's smile on her face.

She admitted she was sore.

she really...

I envy that little girl.