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

Wen Xiaorou hugged Fu Hongyun, and Tang Yuan greeted her as soon as she walked out of the underground castle.

When she saw the girl, thin and thin, walking out with a tall, slender man in a coma, she was shocked in her pupils.

She hurried to pick up the man in the girl's arms.

Wen Xiaorou sideways avoided.

The girl bowed her head and kissed the man's forehead, looking at the man with soft and affectionate eyes: "My husband doesn't like being touched by others!"

"He just likes to be hugged by me!"

Tang Yuan was startled, and withdrew his arm.

A Rolls Royce sped up and stopped beside Wen Xiaorou, and Butler Zhang got out of the car.

He opened the rear door, and Wen Xiaorou sat in with the man in his arms.

Tang Yuan wanted to follow in, but was stopped by Butler Zhang.

Wen Xiaorou said to Zhang Guanjia: "She is my friend."

Butler Zhang nodded slightly, and the arm blocking the car door did not loosen at all.

He nodded slightly: "Ma'am, Mr. Fu told me that you can only sit in his back seat at any time."

"Ma'am, ask your friend to sit in the front row!"

Tang Yuan obediently walked into the front row.

Wen Xiaorou looked down at the man in her arms, gently stroked his face with her small hands, and smiled softly: "My husband, you are so caring!"

If he was a normal man, he would hug the little girl and kiss her domineeringly at this time.

But now he has lost consciousness, his beautiful peach blossom eyes are tightly closed, his cold white skin has no trace of blood, and even the thin and warm lips are gradually getting colder.

Wen Xiaorou hugged the man tightly in her arms, and she put her little hand in the man's big palm, and the bright silver flow melted from the girl's fingertips into the man's palm.

The big palm with bloody flesh and shattered finger bones gradually became smooth and smooth, and returned to its former slender and slender palm.

Wen Xiaorou carefully took off the man's suit jacket, hugged the man in his arms, and got closer to her.

Dazzling silver light lingered around the two of them, the man's gradually icy body was warming up rapidly, and his pale lips became rosy.

Thin beads of sweat continued to seep from the girl's forehead, wetting the frivolous bangs on her forehead.

The white T-shirt the girl was wearing was soaked in cold sweat and stuck to her body, outlining exquisite lines.

Her petite body gradually trembled, her face turned pale, and she still did not stop inputting spiritual power for the man.

The little girl's consciousness gradually blurred, and she fell into the arms of the man.

The vehicle drove to Fu's house halfway up the mountain.

Steward Zhang opened the rear door, his pupils suddenly constricted.

He couldn't believe what he saw!

Tang Yuan saw that he was frozen in place, followed his line of sight to look in, and his expression became tense.

She grabbed the little girl's hand, injected a burst of spiritual power, and Wen Xiaorou woke up from a coma.

She tried her best to open her eyes and touched the man in her arms. It was warm, and the man's body temperature was gradually rising.

Wen Xiaorou smiled happily.

She reached out to hug the man, trying to take him out of the car, but she was too weak now.

Where can I hug a man.

Butler Zhang took the first step, put Fu Hongyun on the wheelchair, and pushed the man into Fu's house.

Tang Yuan supported Wen Xiaorou's arm, and accompanied the girl into the room slowly.

Back in the bedroom, the man lay quietly on the big bed, completely without the domineering, evil and tenderness of the past.

Wen Xiaorou was lying on the head of the bed, looking at the man quietly, suddenly her eyes felt sour, and tears fell down.

Her heart hurt like a needle.

The little girl's eyes were red, and there were warm tears in her eyes. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the man's face, her voice choked up: "Honey, Rourou has lost a lot of spiritual power to you, and Rourou is almost exhausted." , why are you still awake?"

The man lay motionless on the bed, without the slightest wave on his handsome face.

On weekdays, when the little girl frowned, he felt very distressed.

If he saw the little girl crying on his bedside, he probably wanted to die.

But at the moment he couldn't see it.

The little girl was lying on the bedside sobbing non-stop, her shoulders shaking.

Fu Hongyun fell into a coma not only because he was injured in the fight with the masked man.

It was more because he broke the shackles in a sudden moment, broke through the limits of his body, and summoned the wind dragon.

This matter would take hundreds of years for a god, not to mention that he is now a mortal.

His body couldn't bear such explosive power in a short period of time, so he fell into a deep sleep.

Fortunately, Wen Xiaorou injected pure fairy spirits into the man, which reduced the wear and tear on the man's body.

Wen Xiaorou lay on the bedside, her little head buried in her arms, crying out of breath.

The room was full of the girl's weeping, heartbroken.

The girl was crying intently, and there was a wave of warmth above her head.

She was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her head, her wet eyes were filled with surprise.

"husband!"

"Honey, you're awake!"

Fu Hongyun rubbed the girl's soft hair with a big palm, with a slight smile on her face.

His tone was still as lazy and willful as in the past: "My dear baby, why are you crying, your husband is still alive."

Wen Xiaorou wiped her face indiscriminately, a bright smile bloomed on her moist little face: "Well, I don't cry."

The girl stood up, holding the man's face in her small hands, and kissed him lightly, like treating a piece of fragile porcelain.

The smile on the corner of Fu Hongyun's mouth grew wider.

He wrapped his long arms around, hugged the little girl in his arms, and pinched the girl's face: "Your husband hasn't had a baby with you yet, so he doesn't want to die!"

Wen Xiaorou flinched, her face flushed red.

She nestled in the man's arms obediently, rubbing her delicate face against the man's arms, feeling very at ease.

After hugging him quietly for a while, she looked up at the man with concern in her clear eyes.

She poked the man's chest with her fingers, and asked in a low voice, "Husband, the doctor came to check you up just now, and said that you are fine, but it is better to take some medicine, which will improve faster. Bring the medicine."

As the little girl spoke, she was about to get up.

Fu Hongyun pressed the girl's waist with her big palm, and pressed the girl back into her arms: "I don't want to take medicine."

Wen Xiaorou poked the man lightly again, and said earnestly in her tone, "But, if you take medicine, you will get better faster."

Fu Hongyun frowned: "I'm afraid of suffering, I don't want to take medicine!"

This is the first time Wen Xiaorou knows that her husband, who is not afraid of anything, also has something to be afraid of!

She exclaimed in surprise: "Ah! Husband is afraid of suffering!"

Fu Hongyun wrapped the girl in his arms and kissed the girl's forehead: "Well, I'm afraid of suffering, and I hate taking medicine the most."

Wen Xiaorou lay in the man's arms and muttered, "I thought my husband wasn't afraid of anything!"

"It turns out that my husband also has something to be afraid of!"

Fu Hongyun tightened her arms, hugged the girl tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Fearing suffering is a trivial matter, and I have more fears!"

Wen Xiaorou looked at the man and asked curiously, "Then what is my husband most afraid of?"

Fu Hongyun looked at the girl with sincerity and enthusiasm in his lacquered eyes.

"I'm most afraid that Rou Rou will leave me!"

Wen Xiaorou's heart felt hot, warm, she kissed the man's lips, and said seriously: "I'm really scared too, my husband will leave me!"

"Then we will always guard each other, life after life, never leave!"

"OK!"