Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

She sat up suddenly, very fast, if Fu Jingting hadn't dodged quickly, her head would have hit him in the face.

The quilt on his body slid down to reveal his creamy skin, but it was covered with marks, telling the endless madness of last night.

She stretched her hands around the quilt to wrap herself, "Go out, I want to change."

"Change. It's not like I haven't seen it."

Xu Qingcheng took the pillow and threw it over.

Fu Jingting reached out to catch it, and he threw the pillow back into her hand, "You can continue to grind. Grandma said that we will go there at noon, and I think it will be afternoon at this time."

After he finished speaking, he went into the cloakroom to change clothes.

"When did you say you were going at noon? Why didn't you tell me?" Xu Qingcheng was angry and angry, "Fu Jingting, you are too bad!"

The man brought out the pajamas and handed them to her, Xu Qingcheng didn't care much anymore, she put on the pajamas in front of him, and when she got out of bed, she didn't know whether her legs were weak or she tripped, she threw herself on the carpet, and was caught by him. He reached out and fished it back.

The man laughed at her, "It's not Chinese New Year yet, so you don't need to give me such a big gift."

Xu Qingcheng blushed, reached out and hit him, pushed him away and ran into the bathroom.

As soon as she opened the door, her face turned even redder.The bathtub shower inside is a mess.

Xu Qingcheng was about to go crazy, she closed her eyes, pretending she didn't see it, she hurriedly washed her face and brushed her teeth, but from time to time some restricted images popped out of her mind.

He asked her to call her husband to listen.

She didn't yell, she couldn't yell, she felt too affectionate and too embarrassed.

Fu Jingting is a shameless hooligan, a jerk and a hooligan.

Xu Qingcheng had the illusion of a sword with a toothbrush, and when she thought of it, her face was full of anger, wishing to chop someone who had seen her so shameless.

She didn't take medicine, how could she be like that.

After rinsing her mouth, the woman in the mirror was full of embarrassment, overlapping with the woman whose eyes were blurred and posing in a shameful pose last night, Xu Qingcheng splashed water on her face.

Fu Jingting pushed open the door of the bathroom and saw that she was washing her face, so he obediently picked up the things scattered on the tiles, rinsed them one by one and put them back in place, and put away the cosmetics that had been swept on the floor and put them on the side of the sink.

If he goes to her left, she goes to the right, if he goes to her right, she goes to the left, the awkward look is not to mention how cute.

The man couldn't help but wanted to laugh, and squinted his eyes, remembering the hot and passionate scene last night.

From bed to bathroom, from bathroom to bed, Fu Jingting never thought that he had poor self-control and indulged in womanizing.

But he had to admit that he was obsessed with her and couldn't stop.

Such a bewitching face, such a voluptuous body, pretending to be so charming, at that time, she is so pure that you can't help but bully her.

Pure, lustful and pitiful, he couldn't control it.

He treated her like that, that kind of extreme physical pleasure made her despair, she never knew that she could wander like this when she was sober.

Embarrassment permeated every cell in her body. At the end of last night, she hugged him and broke down crying, crying so sadly, "Bastard Fu Jingting, how could you do this to me? How am I going to see people in the future?"

He just smiled, "I'm the only one who can see the prodigal appearance. Only I can see it. What are you afraid of?"

She patted his face indiscriminately, "You can't look at it either."

……

Xu Qingcheng wiped her face, threw the towel back on the towel rack and walked out, her face was puffed up and filled with resentment.

Her clothes were already laid out on the bed in the room, and Fu Jingting should have helped her choose them.

She turned her head and saw that the man in the bathroom had already changed his clothes and stopped there to wash his hands. As if he had a heart-to-heart, he also looked this way, meeting her gaze.

He frowned, as if saying, what are you looking at?
Xu Qingcheng suddenly turned back, grabbed the clothes on the bed and changed them.

An apricot white knitted dress, French retro style, small v-neck knitted style, loose fit, skirt at the tail, very gentle clothes, making people feel homey and warm.

He came from behind, and naturally reached out to take the hair out of her clothes.

Xu Qingcheng also didn't care about checking by herself, and ran out in a hurry. She couldn't let her elders wait for her. This was only the first day, really...

Fu Jingting grabbed her hand, "Don't worry, I've been waiting for so long anyway."

He straightened her collar for her, frowned, some traces couldn't be covered up.

Xu Qingcheng was so angry that he pushed him straight, her eyes were red, "It's all you!"

"What is it all about me?" He smiled, looking at her with a meaningful look at the end of his eyes.

Xu Qingcheng bit her lower lip, blushed and scolded him, "Rogue."

"Okay, I'm a hooligan." The man grabbed her hand, led her out, and added, "Mrs. Fu doesn't like me being a hooligan to you?"

"..."

"How do I remember that you said you liked it last night?"

"..."

"Did I remember wrong?"

"you shut up."

Xu Qingcheng had a steamy face and was led down by him.

Zhong Wanxiu heard the movement and looked over, and saw them coming down.Not knowing what Jing Ting said, Qing Cheng was so annoyed that he pinched his ears.

The man dodged, put his arms around her waist and put her directly on the next step.

She was so frightened that she hugged him, stood still and pushed him hard, gouged out her eyes, and the angry look made her bones brittle.

The kind of ambiguous atmosphere that belongs to young people is so rippling, people can't help but think, it's good to be young.

Zhong Wanxiu coughed lightly, and the two stopped their hands.

Xu Qingcheng was very embarrassed when someone was led by him, she apologized in a low voice, "Mom, I'm sorry, I forgot the promise."

Zhong Wanxiu saw her flushed and embarrassed look, and then saw the occasional hickey marks on her neck, and she understood it, so she gouged out Fu Jingting's eyes indiscriminately.

"It's okay." Zhong Wanxiu smiled and introduced her and Liu Yang to each other.

The designer looked at her, his eyes lit up, "Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Fu's looks, no matter how many celebrities can compare."

She took out a tape measure to measure Xu Qingcheng's body. As soon as the measurement data came out, Liu Yang laughed, "The figure is also good. There are more choices for this clothes."

As she spoke, she pinched Xu Qingcheng's waist, "Look at how many people will be fascinated by this small waist."

Xu Qingcheng was uncomfortable, but she didn't take it seriously because they were all ladies.

On the other hand, Fu Jingting's face was not gloomy, his eyebrows were heavy, and he said calmly, "Have you measured it?"

When Liu Yang saw it, he was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Not yet."

Zhong Wanxiu glanced at him, "You are busy with your work, and you need to follow along with the women's measuring clothes."

Fu Jingting stopped following, he still had things to deal with, so he went into the study.

"It just so happened that I brought a few sets of clothes here." She looked at Xu Qingcheng, "You can try changing them, and I'll see the effect on the upper body."

Liu Yang took the clothes and handed them to Xu Qingcheng, smiling, "Your husband is so possessive that you can't even touch them. If I were a man, I might not even be able to keep my hands."

His face was flushed, Xu Qingcheng was very embarrassed when someone said that to his face, and explained in a low voice, "No way, he's just like that."