Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Yang walked in, and the sound of the hand-made high-end leather shoes hitting the ground was distinct. Fu Qing'an looked surprised, and quickly got up.

When the woman got up, Fu Yang was walking to the bed. She rushed over in an instant, performed routine actions, hugged her neck, wrapped her waist, her eyes were watery, her movements were coquettish, and her tone was aggrieved: "Fu Yang, you are finally back, I really miss you."

As she spoke, she gently rubbed the man's neck, with a pitiful look, and said in a coquettish tone: "Fu Yang, are you still angry? Don't be angry, okay?"

The further back she spoke, the more serious her tone became.

Fu Yang looked at her pitiful and cowardly look, feeling a little happy, he hummed slightly: "Look at your performance."

see your performance.These four words were entwined in Fu Qingan's mind like a curse, her heart was beating wildly, her face was flushed, and she lowered her head shyly: "Fu Yang, I've been in trouble for so long last night, and I still feel uncomfortable Woolen cloth."

The man looked at her shy appearance, and the joke in his eyes was shining brightly: "Qing'an, do you think I will let you go if you pretend to be pitiful?"

The woman's blush seemed to be covered with a layer of hot skin, she hummed slightly, shouting "hate", her little hands were soft and feebly beating on Fu Yang's chest: "Fu Yang, I'm so shy! "

Fu Yang slapped the woman's waist heavily, bringing her whole body closer to him. This action was so violent that the woman's bathrobe fell off all of a sudden, and the two round whites shook one after another.

At this moment, this kind of scenery made Fu Yang's body tremble and his blood boiled.

He couldn't restrain himself at all, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qing'an, I didn't take a bath."

The woman was taken aback, and gently patted his head: "I won't dislike you if you don't take a bath, just touch you."

The man's noble and jade-like eyes gleamed with a wolfish light, and the greed in his tone was clearly revealed: "Qing'an, you said it yourself."

He repeated it, pressed the woman against the night-black shiny silk quilt, first comforted her, and then went straight to the topic, swaying his body, adding a moving song to the silent night.

After being entangled for a long time, the woman lay motionless in Fu Yang's arms, her eyes amorous.

Her voice was as if she had been lying in a severe desert, her words were hoarse, dry, and bitter: "Fu Yang, please, please let me go."

The man felt comfortable all over his body, and his spirit became more and more refreshed. His brows and eyes were full of joy, and his business was hoarse and mellow: "Hey, I really won't bother you anymore, just sleep well."

Fu Qing'an breathed a sigh of relief and completely relaxed.

Fu Yang gently kissed Fu Qing'an's face, his voice was low: "Qing'an, don't you think staying at home is too boring? I've thought about it seriously, you go out and find something to do."

The woman's face was pleasantly surprised, her eyebrows were flying, and her voice was hoarse: "Fu Yang, you are so kind to me."

She looked tired and weak, and her eyelids drooped heavily.

The night passed quickly, Fu Qing'an's sleep was very light, and she woke up early in the morning.

This time, she was surrounded by a strong and warm chest, and the man's hot breath sprayed on her neck bit by bit, causing a burst of itching.

The woman looked at Fu Yang, with clusters of sparks blooming in her eyes, bright in every way, and her tone was pleasantly surprised: "Fu Yang, why haven't you gone to work yet?"