Madam, Mr. Fu went to see the men's department again.

Rong Yan grabbed Fu Jingsheng's collar and pulled him to the balcony.

At the moment of life and death, all she thought about was that the man hadn't slept enough and it would be uneconomical to die.

Fu Jingsheng knew that Rong Yan was dishonest after drinking.

Looking at her charming eyes, she thought about it.

But why take the initiative to go to the balcony?

Fu Jingsheng didn't dare to ask when Rong Yan was sober. Now, with the help of alcohol, he said in a deep voice: "Am I not able to satisfy you? You pretend to beg for mercy every time."

Rong Yan didn't drink stupidly, at least she could answer Fu Jingsheng's questions.

She shook her finger: "Of course I'm not pretending, Fu Jingsheng, please be gentler later."

"Let's go to the balcony. I want to sit on the railing." Rong Yan shook her body and pointed.

Then he put his hands on the man's back and pressed his body against him: "Hold me, I can't climb up."

"I really didn't pretend, so why did I cry when using toys last night?" Fu Jingsheng asked again.

"I don't know. Maybe you're too tired. What happened to you today? Don't you want to be with me?" Fu Jingsheng would have been furious after flirting a little bit before. Why are there so many problems now?

"Is it because of Sayuri? She is young and beautiful and she defended you from the knife." Rong Yan curled her lips, full of jealousy.

"Really?" She poked Fu Jingsheng's heart with a serious look on her face.

Fu Jingsheng grabbed the woman's hand: "What are you talking about?"

"Hehehe, just kidding, I know you only love me, husband. You have been looking for the murderer for two days and have no intention of being intimate. Why don't you come today?" Rong Yan pressed Fu Jingsheng again.

Reach out and dig out...

Fu Jingsheng's back straightened, flames burning in his eyes, he stopped asking questions, held Rong Yan's waist, and brought her to the railing.

No matter whether it can satisfy her or not.

The evening breeze in Haicheng carries a heat wave.

Waves of blows hit the woman's back, and with the heat in her palms, Rong Yan felt like her body was being set on fire again and again.

After drinking, she became more proactive.

The woman twisted restlessly, and Fu Jingsheng was afraid that she would fall, so he did not dare to move his hands from her back the whole time.

Exciting and a bit thrilling.

When Rong Yan was taken down, the bones in her body seemed to have been taken away.

When she returned to the bedroom, she sobered up. Looking at the railing, which was only fifteen centimeters wide, she broke into a cold sweat.

She leaned against the bed obediently, completely different from the one who had just set the fire.

"Are you awake?" Fu Jingsheng twisted a hot towel over and wiped her body.

"What did I just do?" The woman's voice became rational.

It feels like a scumbag who has sex after drinking and pretends to have amnesia.

Fu Jingsheng repeated Rong Yan's words and added: "I don't know if the people next door heard it, it was quite loud."

Rong Yan: "Impossible, there is no villa next door."

"Looks like he's really awake."

Rong Yan patted the mattress next to her: "Fu Jingsheng, come here."

She hugged the man's neck again and raised her chin: "I don't know what it felt like just now. How about going to the balcony again?"

"Let me see if the sound is loud."

Fu Jingsheng understood what she meant, and she was really not satisfied.

Rong Yan opened her arms: "Hug."

The man is distracted.

"Are you tired?" Rong Yan asked. Fu Jingsheng's expression seemed wrong.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"Why do you need to see an andrology doctor again?" the woman asked.

Fu Jingsheng was stunned, He Wei actually told Rong Yan.

His expression fluctuated: "I'll fire He Wei when we get back."

"No, tell me, what's wrong?" Rong Yan sat cross-legged, "Am I too proactive?"

Fu Jingsheng closed the curtains and turned off the brightest light, so that he could have the courage to speak out.

He drank a glass of water, moistened his throat, and talked about the information he had checked.

Rong Yan slapped the man on the arm: "Are you crazy? Do I look like a liar?"

No wonder Fu Jingsheng is always worried when doing that these days, always doubting that he can't do it.

Rong Yan patted herself again and said remorsefully: "It's my fault that my nonsense has left a shadow on you, otherwise I swear, I didn't pretend, you are great."

In order to prove that Fu Jingsheng is great, Rong Yan described all her feelings.

Fu Jingsheng was gradually convinced.

There was finally a smile on the man's gloomy face.

"Fu Jingsheng, I tell you seriously, I like you so much, I'm addicted to it, I swear."

Looking into the woman's sincere eyes, the man rubbed her head: "Don't just talk about your feelings. Please describe what I looked like and how fierce I was at that time."

Rong Yan:......

Fortunately, I have written so many scenes like that that I have the modifiers at my fingertips.

She was a little shy to say it, but in order to eliminate Fu Jingsheng's shadow, Rong Yan risked her life.

"I thought two or three hours was in a novel, but you really can do it."

"You can lift the gun without foreplay, and it lasts a long time. I always scream in pain, but you can't count."

"She knows how to grasp women's sensitive points and is patient."

"The strength of your waist is very good. Don't you really have back pain? My waist hurts a lot."

Rong Yan talked a lot and finally concluded: Big tools are good for work.

Fu Jingsheng was really excited after being praised so vigorously by Rong Yan.

He held her waist and went to the balcony again: "Don't you want to do it again here?"

Rong Yan looked down intently, and it was pitch black below.

She took a breath: "Let's go in, I'm a little scared."

Rong Yan's legs were shaking.

She held Fu Jingsheng tightly.

I didn't expect that I would have such a good time after drinking.

Sayuri packed the barbecue and called Rong Yan.

"There's a call." Rong Yan seemed to have seen a savior.

Sayuri was outside the villa, carrying two bags of things.

Fu Jingsheng put down the woman.

"Sayuri." Rong Yan pressed the hands-free button.

"Sister, I'll treat you to a barbecue, open the door."

"it is good."

Fu Jingsheng rubbed her ear: "You will have the strength to do it after eating."

Sayuri came in with a barbecue and thoughtfully brought three glasses of lemonade.

The three of them were sitting on the coffee table in the living room, with Rong Yan and Fu Jingsheng on one side.

Fu Jingsheng reacted when he saw Rong Yan's moving lips.

He reached out from under the table and rubbed the woman's legs.

Rong Yan's body stiffened for a moment. There was someone across from her, and she actually made small movements.

She pretended to pick up something on the ground and pushed the man's hand away.

"Sister, I'm full. Go back to your room and you can eat slowly." Sayuri has been around the club and can understand it at a glance.

"Ah?" Rong Yan stood up and walked Sayuri to the door after obviously not eating a few mouthfuls.

Sayuri whispered: "Sister, I can't wait. I'll tell you a place. I'll send you the location later. It's more suitable for couples in love."

Rong Yan's face was burning.

She pushed the girl; "You are still young, don't talk nonsense."

"Good night." Sayuri pursed her lips and snickered.

Before Rong Yan's door closed, Fu Jingsheng stuck to her.

He pressed her shoulders and kissed her passionately at the shoe cabinet.

Rong Yan could hardly breathe.

His kiss today was more passionate than ever, as if he wanted to eat her up.