Fu Shao's little wife is a prophet

Here, Wen Qingyue was hung up on the phone, and she was stunned for a few seconds before she realized it. She stared at the phone and frowned, "You actually hung up on me!"

At the moment, Su Wanyu's voice is all in her mind, two drunk people get together, and one of them is interested in the other...

stop stop!Can't think about it anymore.

Wen Qingyue shook her head, and rationally stopped her wild thoughts. Even if Su Wanyu coveted Fu Han, at least Fu Han didn't like her, and there would be no bloody drama like drinking and having sex.

She thought of convincing herself in this way, put away her mobile phone and said to the servant: "Auntie, Fu Han drank, and after you make the hangover soup, I'll go upstairs and take a shower."

……

She thought Fu Han would be back soon, but after she took a shower and went downstairs to wait for more than ten minutes, it took him nearly an hour before he came back.

Wen Qingyue was wrapped in a blanket and nestled on the sofa, looking up at Fu Han calmly. There was a romance movie playing on the TV. Coincidentally, the male protagonist in it also got drunk and didn't come home until midnight.

Seeing her startled, Fu Han threw the coat on the sofa, dragged his tired body closer, let me sit down beside her, and asked, "Waiting for me?"

"Well, don't come here, you smell of alcohol, it stinks." Wen Qingyue shrank to the side, not letting him hug her, frowning and disgusted with the unpleasant smell of alcohol on his body.

But Fu Han followed her, hugged her forcefully, rested his chin on her neck, smelled the fragrance of her hair, his physical and mental exhaustion seemed to be washed away, and sighed, "It smells so good...you took a bath ?”

"Well, your smell is all on me, so it's useless." Wen Qingyue couldn't push him away, and didn't bother to push him, complaining in a low mood.

Fu Han raised his head and pressed his forehead against hers, looked at her silently for two seconds, then kissed her on the lips, and said vaguely: "Then wash it again, let's wash it together."

"No..." Wen Qingyue opened her mouth to refuse him, but he took advantage of it and occupied the entire mouth after she said a word. Now not only the smell of him was in her nose, but also the wine was between her lips and teeth. The smell made her a little suffocated.

They have kissed many times, each time Fu Han can give her a different feeling, these feelings are all positive and she likes them, but this time she has a feeling of resistance and feels that it is not good at all.

She reached out and pushed him, but didn't respond.

Fu Han also sensed her resistance, ended the kiss, and distanced himself a little, "Sorry,...I'm going to take a shower."

He was a little annoyed. At that moment just now, he suddenly had the absurd idea of ​​wanting her to smell of himself from the inside to the outside, like an animal marking his belongings, and he didn't take her feelings into consideration for a while.

Wen Qingyue sat upright, picked up the blanket that fell on the sofa, wrinkled her nose, stood up and walked upstairs, "I'll get you bath water."

She walked too fast, and when Fu Han realized that she had already reached the middle of the stairs, leaving him with a cold back.

The little girl seemed a little angry.

He helplessly rubbed his swollen temples, tugged on his tie, and followed.

The door of the room was ajar, Wen Qingyue knew that he was coming up, so she didn't close it on purpose, Fu Han smiled silently, pushed the door open, and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, he tore off his tie, threw it on the ground, and untied it with his hands He buttoned his shirt and headed to the bathroom.

wow-

Pushing open the bathroom door, the sound of the water became clearer, accompanied by the sound of the electric toothbrush vibrating.

Wen Qingyue turned her head to look at him with a foamy mouth, spit out the foam, and rinsed her mouth. The fragrance of toothpaste completely washed away the smell of alcohol in her mouth.

She cleaned the toothbrush and cup with satisfaction, and after putting them away, she turned around and faced the man's dark face, with a puzzled look on her face, "The water is ready, go wash it."

Wen Qingyue bent down and was about to pass under his arm, but the man suddenly reached out and took her back to the bathroom, and at the same time closed the bathroom door with his backhand.

As she got closer, the smell on his body entered her nasal cavity with oxygen attached. It was an indescribable smell. The smell of wine was mixed with a strong rose fragrance. The taste, she doesn't like.

Wen Qingyue's mind tightened, she pushed and pushed him, completely upset, "What are you doing? Let me go—"

Fu Han trapped her between the sink and him, and stared at her lips unhappily, and said, "Why do you brush your teeth? You hate my smell so much?"

"Ah?" Wen Qingyue was stunned, looked at him in astonishment, met his accusing eyes, and suddenly realized what he was thinking.

As soon as he kissed her, she went upstairs to brush her teeth, which seemed to dislike him, although in fact she did dislike the smell of wine, but brushing her teeth was not because of this.

"I just didn't brush my teeth. I brushed my teeth to get ready for bed. Go take a shower." Wen Qingyue explained helplessly, stretching out her hand to push him.

The man was like a big mountain, he didn't move a little bit, she looked up at him, just as she wanted him to get out of the way, that handsome face pressed over, her big hands held her face, and kissed her irresistibly.

..., brush your teeth for nothing!

The moment he kissed her, the string of restraint in Fu Han's mind broke completely, and he turned into a blue animal, marking her with his own taste.

"...Fu, Fu Han, you..."

Wen Qingyue's voice was swallowed intermittently, and the man's kisses were violent and fierce, without giving her a chance to speak, her resistance and dissatisfaction were all swallowed up by the kiss like boiling magma.

She was really about to suffocate, deprived of oxygen by him, suffocating without breathing.

The hot air in the bathroom was rising, and her hot breath was entangled. She was dizzy, her thoughts were completely stagnant, and her limbs were weak. Fu Han picked her up and sat on the sink. His lips fell on her cheeks, behind her ears, Touching the carotid artery on one side, the temperature seemed to penetrate the skin, scalding the blood in her artery to boil.

Wen Qingyue grabbed his shoulders, raised her head, and showed the graceful lines of her neck, like a devout believer offering his fragile throat to a vampire.

Fu Han also bit her neck lightly like a vampire, leaving a tooth mark. The slight sting made Wen Qingyue's sanity back from falling into the abyss. She frowned and said in a low voice: "I don't I like the smell on your body, why don't you take a shower first, and then..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Han picked her up, turned around and walked to the bathtub, whispering in her ear, "Your clothes smell of alcohol, wash them together."

Reason fell into the abyss following his words, and the warm water spread over the top of her head. She thought, it's over, it's time to blow my hair again.

What's more terrible is the nightgown she was wearing. Most of the water in the bathtub was absorbed. When Fu Han came in again, there was not much water left. The man took off her nightgown regardless. Wen Qingyue pushed him, "Get out When I went out, the nightgown was soaked with water, so it was hard to take it off."

Fu Han had no choice but to get out of the bathtub, reaching out to pull her, but she ignored him, and grabbed the edge of the bathtub to get up. The nightgown was so heavy that she couldn't breathe under the pressure, and she couldn't step out of the bathtub at all.