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

Wen Xiaorou is like a little sloth, her slender, straight legs wrap around the man's waist and hang on the man's body.

Fu Hongyun supported her little butt with his big palm, and carried her into the elevator.

Butler Zhang walked to another elevator winkingly, avoiding riding with the young couple.

The elevator door closed, and Fu Hongyun pushed the delicate and soft girl against the elevator wall, with a wicked smile in her eyes: "Peach flavor, huh?"

He grabbed her lips and plucked wildly.

The little girl's weak, begging groan came from inside the elevator.

The red floor numbers kept changing, and with a ding sound, the elevator reached the 39th floor.

Fu Hongyun's tall and straight body surrounded Wen Xiaorou in her arms, covering her tightly.

The moment she walked out of the elevator door, Fu Hongyun's eyes fell, and she slipped the little girl into the crook of her arms. She straightened her thin shoulder straps and carried her out of the elevator.

Holding Wen Xiaorou in her arms, Fu Hongyun walked to the office as if no one else was around.

In the long corridor, men and women in high-end professional suits walked past President Fu, their faces full of surprise and disbelief.

President Fu, who is cold and ascetic, is very dishonest at the moment!

He is unsmiling, extraordinary and aloof, but at this moment he is hugging a little girl, smiling happily.

The passing company employees all looked sideways, curiously looking at the girl in President Fu's arms.

She was wearing a water-blue suspender dress, slender and thin, and her seaweed-like hair exuded the luster of rose gold, pouring down, as beautiful as a waterfall.

The most astonishing thing is the temperament that the girl exudes from the inside out.

Pure and ethereal, charming and pure.

The beauty is not like everything in the world.

The little girl hugged the man's neck obediently, her delicate face was buried in the man's neck, and she relied on him with full satisfaction.

Her soft lips pressed against his skin, and she kissed him lightly from time to time, which gave the man a provocative itch.

Fu Hongyun smiled at the corners of her eyes and walked straight to the office with Wen Xiaorou in her arms.

The president's office of more than 100 square meters is spacious and bright, with simple and stylish decoration, and the decoration style is cold and isolated, very typical European minimalist style.

This is Wen Xiaorou's first visit to Fu Hongyun's office.

She looked around curiously, and wowed: "Wow, it turns out that my husband's office looks like this!"

Smaller than their bedroom, but completely different in style.

Their bedroom is a complete little princess style, with pink drapes, white lace curtains, a crystal chandelier in the shape of a lotus flower, and a cabinet of dolls.

This was specially arranged by Fu Hongyun for Wen Xiaorou.

In Fu Hongyun's heart, Wen Xiaorou is his delicate little princess.

President Fu, who originally only preferred black, white and gray, renovated his home inside and out after meeting Wen Xiaorou.

The original European-style minimalist and cold villa has become a little princess' castle, dotted with pink colors inside and out.

The noble and cold President Fu wakes up in the pink princess room every day.

There are few decorations in the 100-square-meter office. Except for some necessary furniture, there are only two famous international paintings hanging on the wall. The huge room looks empty.

Fu Hongyun put Wen Xiaorou on the sofa, pressed her tall body onto the sofa, embraced the girl and kissed.

The panting in the room gradually became chaotic.

There was a soft knock on the door.

knock knock knock...

The door was unlocked, and a man in a tailored suit walked in.

"Boss Fu, what are you doing?"

"The directors are waiting for your meeting!"

Hearing this familiar voice, Fu Hongyun immediately rolled her eyes.

Why is it him again!

Lu Feisi pushed the door open and entered, seeing the two people on the sofa, he was startled again.

Gan!

Why does it always happen to him!

Should President Fu be blamed for not locking the door?

Or should he blame Lu Feisi for not knocking on the door?

Lu Feisi took back the steps he had just taken, and stepped out of the house with lightning speed.

The movements are clean and neat, much better than the first time.

Wen Xiaorou pushed against the man's chest, blushing and said: "Husband go to the meeting first."

Fu Hongyun kissed the girl's cheek and gave a low hum.

The man led the girl, walked to the desk, turned on the computer, and called up a video.

"Bear Infested".

Wen Xiaorou's attention was drawn away all of a sudden, and she smiled foolishly and happily at the screen.

A smile curled up on the corner of Fu Hongyun's mouth, and a trace of warm helplessness flashed across his face.

Let the cartoons accompany her.

He will not compete with cartoons for the time being.

Anyway, she's happy.

Fu Hongyun returned to the meeting room, his previously meticulous back hair was slightly disheveled, and a strand of hair quietly fell down, resting on his smooth and white forehead.

The two shirt buttons that the man had fastened had already been unbuttoned, revealing his suet-like skin and firm, tight, beautifully lined chest muscles.

A roomful of company executives were busy analyzing the company's latest monthly report.

They were so tense that they naturally didn't notice the change in President Fu who had gone and returned.

But Lu Feisi noticed.

His eyes, which have been short-sighted for more than 20 years, with a degree of six hundred degrees, and wearing thick glasses, not only noticed the changes in the man, but also sharply saw the purple stasis on the man's neck.

Looking at the little purple flower that bloomed on the snow, Lu Feisi couldn't help but raise one corner of his mouth.

Oh, my sister-in-law is quite good at playing.

He was meditating in his thoughts that were so crooked that he didn't even hear the sound of the carbon pen in his hand falling to the ground.

"Lu Feisi!"

A cold male voice sounded in the silent hall.

Lu Feisi trembled all over, his scalp tingling.

Fu Hongyun raised her head and shifted her gaze from the notebook to the person being named, her eyes as deep as a deep pool were icy cold.

"Come and report to the directors the company's latest profitability and your latest work progress as a special assistant to the president."

As soon as Fu Hongyun finished speaking, the smile on Lu Feisi's face disappeared instantly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched.

Isn't Master Fu embarrassing?

Isn't it the president himself who should report the company's latest profitability?

And that string is followed by countless astronomical numbers of zeros, Lu Feisi really can't remember.

He was really afraid that if he missed a zero when he was nervous, he would lose face in front of all the company directors.

And regarding his latest personal work progress, according to the past practice, there is no need to report in front of the directors of the company.

That's right, Boss Fu is deliberately embarrassing him!

Lu Feisi stood up bravely, and stuttered to report work in front of the big bosses of the group.

Like a child who is called by name in school, he is anxious.

Always afraid of making mistakes.

But there will always be unexpected mistakes.

Hearing Lu Feisi's trembling voice, Fu Hongyun glanced at the beads of sweat on his forehead, and smiled slightly.

After the meeting, according to the usual practice, Fu Hongyun made a concluding speech, and then lightly opened her thin lips: "The meeting is over..."

Everyone sitting in the conference room let out a long breath in unison.

call--

The meeting with the devil was finally over, and everyone in suits and leather shoes looked tired.

And Fu Hongyun is always in good spirits.

He walked vigorously, without stopping for a moment, towards the office.

His girl is waiting for him.