Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

Wen Qian is also quite conservative, with her shoulders exposed, her lower body is made of skirts, and her long legs are exposed to the air. She is afraid that Fu Yicheng who buys a bikini will directly lock her in the room.

What's more, she doesn't like to be too revealing.

Even so, Fu Yicheng still stared at Wen Qian's legs and frowned: "This skirt..." It's too short.

Wen Qian has a very good figure, she doesn't seem to have given birth to a child at all, and Fu Yicheng's half-spoken words are annoying: "What's wrong with the skirt?"

"It's nothing, let's go down." The temperature of the sun is moderate at this moment, so it's just right to go down and play.

Wen Qian hugged Fu Rongmo and walked ahead, don't think she couldn't understand what Fu Yicheng's eyes meant just now, but she didn't care about him.

There was a lot of people at the seaside, and the appearance of Fu Yicheng's family was quite eye-catching. If Fu Rongmo hadn't been there, there might have been people coming up to strike up a conversation by now.

Wen Qian put a swimming ring on Fu Rongmo, so she could rest assured that he went into the water: "It's fine to play in the shallows, you know?"

Fu Rongmo's attention had long been attracted by the waves, he nodded, and rushed into the water with his swimming ring in his arms.

Wen Qian quickened her pace worriedly, but was stopped by Fu Yicheng: "It's okay, we'll just watch here."

A boy should let him try new things. If he is afraid of sea water, how can he be worthy of being Fu Yicheng's son?

Wen Qian was not comforted at all: "Aren't you going to swim?"

It was quite surprising that Fu Yicheng took the initiative to stay with her. Wen Qian couldn't swim and was full of fear of the sea, but she knew that Fu Yicheng could.

"Do you want me to go down?" Fu Yicheng asked back. If he was on an island, he would go down. The sea water here is too muddy, and I don't know how many people have soaked it. Fu Yicheng has a cleanliness habit.

"You go down and look at the glutinous rice balls, I will rest assured."

"It's okay." Fu Yicheng turned around and walked to the chair on the shore, not worried about Fu Rongmo at all.

Wen Qian glanced at the cheerful Fu Rongmo who was playing in the shallows, gritted her teeth, and walked back with Fu Yicheng: "You are too relieved about the glutinous rice balls."

"He can swim."

Wen Qian's pupils shrank in shock: "When did it happen?" As a mother, she didn't even know when he learned to swim.

"When I was at my mother's place, I sent someone to teach me." Theoretical knowledge can not be taught temporarily, but some skills must be learned.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yicheng did so many things behind his back, Wen Qian couldn't leave Fu Rongmo's eyes, and she was so gentle that water overflowed.

Fu Yicheng's eyes were fixed on Wen Qian's legs, his eyes were white, and he walked all the way, and he had already noticed the naked eyes of no less than ten men.

If it weren't for his terrifying aura, there would definitely be more people looking at him.

"Go back and prepare some more swimsuits for you."

"Ah?" Wen Qian didn't know when the topic jumped so far, and she didn't react for a while.

After realizing it, her left leg was pressed against her right leg: "Fu Yicheng, are you jealous?"

She was always worried about Fu Rongmo, while Fu Yicheng's attention was all on her legs.

With Wen Qian's actions, she was almost gone, and Fu Yicheng's expression became even worse. He turned his head with a cold snort, acquiesced to Wen Qian's words but refused to admit it.

Wen Qian suddenly became interested in teasing Fu Yicheng, and her feet rushed towards Fu Yicheng's legs. Fu Yicheng's legs were very white, and the hair was so thin that it was almost invisible. If it wasn't for the strong muscles, she would have thought it was a pair of women's legs Woolen cloth.

Fu Yicheng didn't notice that he was successfully attacked by Wen Qian.

"Am I usually dressed too conservatively? You're just not used to it."

Most of Wen Qian's usual attire is small suits. Even for awards ceremonies, the dresses are long, but when she was in college, she wore miniskirts and shorts, so Wen Qian didn't feel uncomfortable wearing them today. adapt.

"The pajamas are even prettier than this." In order to prevent Wen Qian from wearing such a revealing swimsuit next time, Fu Yicheng even said such unconscionable things as praising the pajamas for their beauty.

"Hehe." Wen Qian was noncommittal, but she was already thinking about adding more clothes of this type to make Fu Yicheng get used to it.

Chatting and chatting, the sun rose to the sky, Fu Rongmo ran back reluctantly after being sunburned: "Mom, Dad, why don't you go down to play?"

The other children are all accompanied by their parents, but he is the only one, and his parents are too relieved of him.

Don't ask me, ask your dad's expression on Wen Qian's face.

"Boring, have you played enough?"

This conversation was too blunt, Wen Qian couldn't stand it anymore, and hugged Fu Rongmo to her lap: "Dad was afraid of getting sunburned, so that's why he didn't go down."

Fu Rongmo glanced at Fu Yicheng thoughtfully every day, the lies his mother told were too level-headed, but since his mother told them, he can only cooperate? "Oh, why doesn't mom go down?"

"Mom can't swim, and today I mainly take you out to play."

Fu Rongmo blinked his curious big eyes: "Why didn't Dad teach Mom how to swim?"

Most of his swimming was taught by his father, without Fu Yicheng, who would dare to let Fu Rongmo feel the taste of choking on the water? It is impossible to learn to swim without choking on the water.

"Er - because my mother is too busy to study."

Fu Rongmo accepted this reason and didn't ask any more questions. Wen Qian breathed a sigh of relief. If she asked again, she would not be able to answer.

"Are you hungry? Mom will take you to dinner."

Fu Rongmo nodded obediently. He didn't know whether it was beads of sweat or water on his body, so he went back to the hotel room to wash it first.

As soon as Fu Rongmo entered the bathroom, Wen Qian was pressed against the wall by Fu Yicheng, her legs pressed against Wen Qian's slender legs, and Wen Qian was caught off guard, and Wen Qian fell into Fu Yicheng's palm.

Looking around frantically, "What are you doing?"

Fu Rongmo is still in the bathroom, maybe he will come out anytime.

Fu Yicheng didn't seem to be able to hear what Wen Qian said, and lingered on Wen Qian's smooth thigh with one hand. Since Wen Qian chose to show her thigh, don't blame him for asking for benefits. He had already wanted to do this at the beach just now .

Wen Qian swallowed nervously, with nowhere to hide: "Fu Yicheng..." What's so good about her thighs?

Thinking of her provocation just now, Wen Qian's bowels turned green. If she knew this would happen, she would definitely not wear a swimsuit.

Fu Yicheng moved his thin lips to Wen Qian's ear: "You gave me this convenience yourself."

"The glutinous rice balls are about to come out." She had never been so close to Fu Yicheng in front of Fu Rongmo before, for fear of having a bad influence on Fu Rongmo.

Not only did Fu Yicheng not listen, but he went even further, blocking Wen Qian's chattering mouth.

The bathroom door was suddenly opened, and Fu Yicheng left Wen Qian's lips at the same time, with an expression that was still unfinished.

Fu Rongmo looked at Wen Qian and Fu Yicheng, why did he feel like his parents had changed after taking a bath.

Wen Qian gave Fu Yicheng a reproachful look, suppressing her guilty conscience: "Mom was just playing with Dad, let's go eat."

Fu Yicheng followed Wen Qian contentedly. Because of Mr. Gao Ya, he hadn't tasted Wen Qian for a long time. It was just a test, and Wen Qian didn't refuse to say that she had forgiven him, which was a good sign.