Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Angrily, Wen Qingyue pushed Fu Han away, stood up with the mattress on her back, but just stood up for a second before being dragged back by Fu Han.

"Bastard!" Wen Qingyue scolded angrily, struggling to push him away, so the two fought on the big soft bed, teasing each other, and the fiery atmosphere gradually changed.

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After an unknown number of rounds and failed to push Fu Han away, Wen Qingyue lay on the bed under his pressure, gasping for breath.

Fu Han pushed back the hair that swept her face, and said with a smile, "Do you still want to go to the guest room?"

He pursed his lips, and his voice was low, revealing a hint of a smile.

Wen Qingyue became angry when she heard the smile in his words, but she couldn't beat him again, so she simply stopped struggling and said coldly: "I'm tired, get up, I want to sleep."

Fu Han looked down at her cold face, stood up and sat by the bed in silence for a moment, and said, "Go to bed after washing."

Wen Qingyue lay still and ignored him, staring at the ceiling in a daze with her eyes open.

There was no movement around her for a long time, Fu Han turned to look at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you going?"

The person in a daze rolled his eyes, glanced at him, and said impatiently: "No! Mr. Fu, are you caring too much?"

He slightly bent his lips, "then continue to talk about why you are angry?"

"..." Wen Qingyue curled her fingers, and looked away naturally, "It has nothing to do with you, why are you asking in such detail?"

"Who does that have anything to do with it?" His eyes fell on her face with scrutiny.

Wen Qingyue sat up irritably, looked at him and said, "You really don't know what is enough is enough? You have to break the casserole and ask the end."

Fu Han said without changing his face, "I don't know."

Wen Qingyue "..., I'm going to take a shower."

She rolled her eyes, got up and walked to the bathroom, Fu Han watched her push open the bathroom door and go in, then glanced at him and closed the door.

When the door was about to close completely, Wen Qingyue could only feel a gust of wind blowing across her cheeks, and at the same time, an oppressive shadow enveloped her. In her sight, the man's slender and bony hands grabbed the bathroom door.

"Are you finished..." She looked up at the man in astonishment, and as soon as she spoke impatiently, the man squeezed in, blocked her eyes before she could react, closed the bathroom door with his backhand, and at the same time pushed her He picked her up and sat her on the sink.

"Fu Han, you have, um..." Before the word illness could be uttered, the man's kiss blocked it back.

She opened her eyes wide and tried to push him after a second of sluggishness, but Fu Han put one hand around her waist and one hand on the back of her neck to make her unable to move, and at the same time squeezed into her legs, so she couldn't kick him.

There seemed to be a fire burning in Wen Qingyue's chest, called angry anger.

Fu Han was like a wild beast gnawing at her, venting his inner anger, licking her lips, prying open the white teeth, and domineeringly depriving her of breath and everything. A kind of blood-pulling oppression and cruelty.

madman!

Wen Qingyue frowned and struggled, bit his lip angrily, and the sudden pain made him let her go.

Her lips fluttered, she looked at each other, gasping for breath, her face was flushed, she didn't know whether it was from anger or something else, two fires were burning in her eyes, she stared at him and said: "Fu Han, are you Only use this kind of thing to vent your emotions?"

Fu Han licked the wound on the corner of his lower lip, and the sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue, making his eyes darken a bit, and his lips smiled wickedly, "If you don't let me ask, then you can only exercise to distract yourself .”

Wen Qingyue was stunned for a moment, gritted her teeth and asked, "What the hell do you misunderstand about sports? You're full of dirty things!"

"Don't swear." Fu Han quickly caught her slap and held her hand to prevent her from taking it away.

Wen Qingyue gritted her teeth angrily, and waved her other hand. The man reacted faster, let go of her waist and grabbed her hand, then folded her hands and raised her above her head, clasping one hand on the mirror. On the bed, she was also forced to lean back, her waist showed a slightly arched line, her big hands pressed against the skin of her waist and held her waist, the temperature was frighteningly hot.

Wen Qingyue frowned uncomfortably, but this posture made her unable to look directly at him, and instead forced her slender neck to be exposed to his sight, which was a fatal danger.

The next moment a fine kiss landed on her throat, she could clearly feel his teeth gnawing lightly, a danger of being pierced throat spread, she breathed a little short, subconsciously swallowing.

The feeling of death threat was in the next second, and then he sucked and bit on her neck, leaving a series of ambiguous marks.

She was wearing a short white sweater with a po collar today, and the button on the side was opened a little below the collarbone. He walked down, and Wen Qingyue couldn't help but breathe hard, "Fu, Fu Han, I don't want to, you let me go."

Fu Han paused, then looked up at her, that gaze was so lustful, it could make people follow him and fall.

Wen Qingyue tried her best to stay awake and calm, frowned and said, "I want to take a bath, you go out!"

Fu Han didn't speak, but hugged her down and let her stand on the ground.

Only when her feet touch the ground, Wen Qingyue has a solid sense of security, but his waist is still under his control. The two of them are almost pressed together, and she can clearly feel his breathing next to her ears.

"Get out!" Wen Qingyue pushed him, but he didn't budge.

Fu Han lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Wash together."

Wen Qingyue's pupils trembled, and she looked up at him, "I said I don't want to."

"Just take a shower, I promise not to move you."

"Oh, you deceitful ghost with a man's mouth, get out!"

Wen Qingyue didn't believe his nonsense, and even if they had done more intimate things, she couldn't help but take a bath with him without caring, it was very strange to think about it.

Fu Han was unmoved, and the hand holding her waist did not show any sign of letting go. The heat in the palm made her very uncomfortable.

"You don't want to talk to me, don't let me ask, I can only find something to distract my attention." The man started to peel off her clothes while talking.

No matter how unreliable the reason sounds, Wen Qingyue pressed his hand and said with a sneer: "You can go to work in the study, which can make money and distract your attention, or go for a run, boxing, these can distract you You pay attention."

"I would like to use a different way to distract my attention." The man lowered his head and kissed her lovely earlobe, his deep voice was like the strings of a cello being plucked, and the heart of the provocative person fluctuated.

Wen Qingyue's breath was stagnant, so how could she not understand his hint, saying that trying to distract her is bullshit, just greedy her body, wanting to sleep with her!

"Don't..." She pressed the man's hand to prevent him from taking off her clothes. The two of them pushed and pulled each other, and they didn't know who touched the shower switch button in the bathroom, splashing the warm water It rained on the head, but it failed to cool down the sudden rise in the temperature in the air, and instead became a catalyst.