With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

She knew she didn't care about other people's eyes.

But he cares, the more he loves, the more he will care.

He knew what those people thought, no matter her appearance, career, or family, she was all so good. The only blemish was his boyfriend with a disabled leg.

He thought her life was perfect and enviable, but he couldn't do it.

"Fu Hanyu, what do you mean, I have a problem with my eyes?" Song Yu pushed him hard, pretending to be angry.

Fu Hanyu's eyes darkened, and the hand holding her waist loosened.

Song Yu's eyes froze, he hooked his neck hard, and kissed his lips viciously.

Her strength is big and fierce.

Unexpectedly, her lips touched his teeth.

Fu Hanyu felt a strong smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth, and his heart ached, and he said in a low voice, "Fish."

She ignored him, and kissed his lips harder, clumsily trying to pry open his lips and teeth, and kissed him deeper.

Fu Hanyu was in a hurry, and clasped the back of her neck with his big hands, trying to push her away, but afraid of hurting her, he gasped and said, "Yu'er, don't make trouble."

His ability to speak.

Song Yu took advantage of the void and entered his lips and teeth easily, entwining his tongue.

"Fish." Fu Hanyu sighed in a low voice, hardened his heart, clasped the back of her head with his big hands, and withdrew his body, looking at her moist eyes filled with mist, his heart seemed to be grabbed by someone. .

Song Yu was panting a little anxiously, and he just looked at him with his bright black eyes, looking at him seriously and stubbornly.

The darkness at the bottom of Fu Hanyu's eyes faded away little by little. His long and slender fingers clasped her chin, and the pads of his fingers gently covered her blood-stained lips. He sighed helplessly: "Fool."

"You're stupid." Song Yu gritted his teeth and glared at him fiercely.

"Well, I'm stupid." Fu Hanyu reached out to her pocket very familiarly, and easily took out a small bottle from her pocket.

The small porcelain white bottle, about the size of a finger, is the wound medicine she carries with her.

"I'm a fool's wife." Song Yu smiled at him foolishly.

Fu Hanyu laughed softly, the gloomy look at the tip of her eyes and brows disappeared in her words, clasped her small and delicate chin with her big hand, and said softly, "Don't move."

Song Yu obediently didn't move, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Fu Hanyu carefully wiped off the blood on her lips, then took out a little ointment from the bottle, carefully applied it on her, and asked distressedly, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Song Yu frowned, coquettishly: "It doesn't hurt if you kiss."

"Nonsense, it's obviously a hoot." Fu Hanyu gently drew circles on the ointment on her lips, spread it evenly little by little, leaned over, and blew it lightly.

Song Yu hid back and couldn't help laughing: "Don't, it's so itchy."

Fu Hanyu wants to go back.

Song Yu put his arms around his neck again, and said, "More."

Fu Hanyu smiled, exhaled softly again, and coaxed in a warm voice: "Hurrah, it won't hurt anymore."

Song Yu held his face, looked at him seriously, and asked: "Fu Hanyu, do you believe in yourself or my medical skills? As I said, I will definitely cure your leg of."

Fu Hanyu said: "I believe in you."

He just looks at others because of him, and when he looks at her like that, he feels uncomfortable.

"That's fine. Don't underestimate yourself. I like you because you are you. I don't care what other people think. To me, you are the best in the world." Song Yu said every word seriously. Determined.

Fu Hanyu's heart softened into a puddle of water, and the smile on his lips became more and more joyful. He gently embraced her in his arms and said, "Meeting you is the greatest luck in my life."

He never had a moment, like now, to thank God for his mercy.

"Fu Hanyu." Song Yu called him.

"En." Fu Hanyu responded gently.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" Song Yu asked him.

Fu Hanyu: "I love you."

Song Yu was anxious, and blocked his mouth with his hand: "You are not allowed to speak first, I am the first to speak."

Fu Hanyu nodded, and indulged her: "Okay, you say it first, and I will take it back."

Only then was Song Yu satisfied: "Fu Hanyu, I love you."

Fu Hanyu: "I love you too."

Song Yu drew a big circle in front of him: "I love you so much."

Fu Hanyu also followed her example and drew a bigger circle: "I love you so much more than you love me."

Song Yu threw himself into his arms and laughed happily: "Fu Hanyu, do we look like idiots?"

"Well, silly daughter-in-law." Fu Hanyu hugged her tightly, pressed his lips against her ear, and kissed her carefully and tenderly.

The breath of the two is intertwined.

It's been a long time.

Song Yu lay on his chest, drawing circles with his small hands: "Before you, were you jealous of my third brother?"

Fu Hanyu said: "Don't call him third brother."

Song Yu couldn't help laughing out loud: "Third uncle, why are you so naive, he is my third brother, I don't call him third brother, what do I call him?"

Fu Hanyu said without hesitation, "Brother."

Song Yujiao laughed, and called softly, "Little brother."

Fu Hanyu frowned slightly: "Don't shout like that."

Song Yu hooked his chin: "Then how should I shout?"

Fu Hanyu paused for a moment, but compromised: "You should call me Third Brother!"

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, and his little hands were not honest, and he started his hands up and down at him: "Why do you even eat my third brother's vinegar, cheapskate, vinegar bag, vinegar vat, vinegar vat."

Fu Hanyu pinched her slender waist, stared into her eyes with bright narrow eyes, breathing a little short of breath, when his eyes fell on her lips, he still held back.

Song Yu didn't let him go, the tip of her sweet tongue lightly swept over his Adam's apple.

Under Fu Hanyu's eyes, there was unbearable emotion. He leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips. The gentle, delicate kiss went all the way down, past her small chin, slender neck, and delicate collarbone.

When going down.

Song Yu's breathing also became quicker, and a sweet and soft moan escaped from his throat. He lowered his brows slightly, curled his fingers unconsciously, and inserted them into his thick hair.

The fiery breath climbed up again, melting the darkness in the storage room.

When the two returned to the dubbing room again, it was already half an hour later.

When Ruan Mengmeng saw them coming in, her eyes rolled around, and her eyes finally fixed on Song Yu's upper lip, which was broken.

In other places, apart from her blushing face and charming eyes, on her neck and exposed collarbone, there were no little strawberries left after the ambiguous affair.

The first moment Song Xingji saw them, he was so angry that he clenched his fists to calm himself down, and then asked, "Song Yu, what's wrong with your mouth?"