Full level sweet temptation!Seductive in Master Fu's arms

Because of dysmenorrhea, she is very uncomfortable every time she has a menstrual period.

After the high-intensity filming, Fu Wenshen hoped that she could rest for a while, that's why he coaxed her like that.

but--

Didn't expect it to be live.

"Baby, can you be more obedient?"

With such a helpless and doting tone, the fans in the live broadcast room felt as if they were there, full of sense of substitution.

——【我不管，我代入自己了，呜呜呜我听话?6?8(?6?8?6?8?6?1?6?8w?6?8?6?1?6?8?6?8)?6?8】

——[When I heard that Wen God missed my life, I'm done, I'm going to fall in love. 】

——[Help, my mind is full of the scene where Boss Fu kissed Yang Yang and vaguely called her baby to coax her to be Jiang Jiang Niang Niang. It's a showdown, I am a sunflower in the world! 】

——[The sunflower in the world is yellow and knockable! 】

After Fu Wenshen finished speaking, he didn't get a response from Jiang Yuyang, so he turned his head to look at the girl who was holding a video on her phone.

Jiang Yuyang's cheeks were still blushing, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. The barrage in the live broadcast room has gone crazy now.

Kiss Yang and his wife don't know how many times this is the first live broadcast of the death scene of the agency.

Fu Wenshen narrowed his eyes and looked at it, his tone was very light, "Is it live broadcast?"

Jiang Yuyang nodded slightly.

The netizens in the live broadcast room saw that Mr. Fu, who was talking to Yangyang tenderly one second ago, turned around mercilessly the next second, leaving a merciless back view on the netizens.

Kiss Yang Fan: "There is no need for such a double standard qaq"

Jiang Yuyang smiled softly with his eyes bent, and walked to Fu Wenshen's side, "They want to watch you make brown sugar dumplings."

Fu Wenshen took off the gloves on his hand, took the live broadcast mobile phone in her hand, and placed it casually on the kitchen counter. He couldn't see his face, but he could see the steps of making brown sugar balls. He whispered, "Just put it here, They will see for themselves."

——[The implication is: You can watch it if you like, don't tire my wife's hands. 】

——[Take a deep breath, and slowly spit out six words, this man is really hateful! 】

——【Don't talk about the abdominal muscles, now the face is gone, ah woo woo woo woo eh...]

The steps of making brown sugar balls are actually very simple. After the glutinous rice flour is made into dough, knead them into small balls. After cooking, put them in cold water, and then add brown sugar to boil them into a warm red color.

Fu Wenshen put the dough on the chopping board, divided it into long strips, and kneaded it into a round shape in the palm of his hand.

Just because the camera is aimed at his hand, the Hand Control Party is going crazy in front of the camera.

The joints are distinct, the fingers are slender, and the blue veins on the back of the hand are faintly visible, coupled with such gentle movements, it is almost killing the hand control party.

——[I want to hiss, what should I do...]

——[His hands are really a bit rough. 】

——【Voice-activated, hand-controlled, face-controlled, said, Fu Wenshen, you are my god! ! 】

After a while, the aroma of brown sugar and glutinous rice came out of the pot. You don't need to taste it to know that it must be delicious.

Standing beside him, Jiang Yuyang looked at the round balls he had poured out, one by one in the small bowl.

With her cute expression, she said, "It's so cute."

Fu Wenshen held her waist with one hand, took her to the restaurant, and put the bowl and spoon in front of her, being considerate and subtle.

—— [I really like their daily relationship, super sweet and super cute! 】

——【My wife is the cutest! ! 】

—— [wife chirp chirp chirp chirp kiss! ! 】

When Fu Wenshen went back to get his phone again, he happened to see his wife kissing all over the bullet screen. He frowned imperceptibly, as if he was teaching Little Egg Tart not to be too clingy to her at night, with a low voice, Talking with the barrage——

"She's really cute."

"But not your wives."

"You're not allowed to kiss either."

Kiss Yang Fan: "?????? There's no end!"

Jiang Yuyang, who was eating in the restaurant, choked on hearing this, his face flushed red, and he kept coughing.

"Cough...cough cough."

Fu Wenshen threw the phone on the dining table, took a napkin to help her wipe it, and said in a helpless tone, "How can you choke on something?"

Jiang Yuyang's eyes were red from choking, as if she had cried a lot, she looked at Fu Wenshen accusingly.

It's not his fault why he choked.

In the live broadcast room, he talked with netizens about what his wife is and what other people can't kiss.

The fans in the live broadcast room were as dumbfounded as when Little Egg Tart was taught a lesson. After realizing it, they went straight up and started hurting each other across the screen.

——[Fu Wenshen is a childish ghost, a childish ghost, a childish ghost! 】

——[Fu Wenshen, you didn't get the certificate, didn't get the certificate, didn't get the certificate! 】

——【Just kiss, kiss, kiss!Hugged Yangyang and kissed him fiercely! 】

It was really a critical strike without a certificate. Even Jiang Yuyang couldn't help feeling that the fighting power of the fans was simply too powerful after seeing these barrages.

Fu Wenshen looked at the content floating on the bullet screen, and there was no big disturbance on his face, he just took care of Yangyang to eat without saying a word.

It was late, and after chatting with the barrage for a while, Jiang Yuyang was about to turn off the broadcast and rest.

"Good night, you guys go to bed early too."

Fans are probably still remembering what happened just now, so even when they say goodbye, they must add the title 'wife'.

--【Goodnight, wife! 】

—— [wife kiss!love you love you! 】

Just when Jiang Yuyang wanted to quit the live broadcast, Fu Wenshen picked up her mobile phone. It seemed that the live broadcast was turned off, and the screen of the mobile phone went black.

The phone was placed upside down on the table.

Fu Wenshen directly leaned down and narrowed the distance between him and Yangyang. His warm breath was entangled in an instant. He deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Whose is it?"

Jiang Yuyang looked at the face of the man who was close at hand, his heart tightened, "What?"

Fu Wenshen put his lips on her cheek, like a feather brushing against her skin, and kissed her lightly, "Whose one are you?"

Jiang Yuyang didn't expect that he would be jealous of those speeches in the barrage. For a while, he thought it was very cute, and then wondered whether it was because the topic of the milk dog brother was mentioned in the car.

So he was clingy on purpose.

But no matter what the situation is, as long as he gets close, the surroundings seem to be filled with exciting ambiguity.

Jiang Yuyang's hand hanging by his side also clenched a little unconsciously. After all, he obeyed his thoughts and obediently replied, "It's yours."

Fu Wenshen laughed softly, his tone a little lazy, "Well, is it only me who can kiss?"

Jiang Yuyang nodded.

Fu Wenshen didn't seem to be satisfied with her tacit answer, raised his arm slightly, and stroked her white neck from bottom to top with his fingertips, and finally stopped on her glistening red lips, "Speak, baby."

Jiang Yuyang was teased by him so that his breathing became a little messy, and the words he spit out were very sweet, "Yes, only you can kiss."

Fu Wenshen laughed softly, lowered his head to hold her lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good boy."

at the same time--

The camera in the live broadcast room was pitch black and nothing could be seen, but they could hear their voices, even their breathing clearly.

is yours.

Only you can kiss.

Baby is so good.

Fans in the live broadcast room: "..."