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

It's too late to take a shower.

Fu Jingsheng had never seen Rong Yan wearing casual clothes and a high ponytail, looking so youthful and energetic.

That glance seemed to see Rong Yan dressed like this on the university campus more than ten years ago.

Fu Jingsheng kissed her for a long time. Rong Yan felt that the oxygen around her had been sucked out and she couldn't breathe, so he let go of her.

The man hugged his wife from behind, and together they stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and enjoyed the scenery for a while.

"Rong Yan, just for a moment, I seemed to see you in college." Fu Jingsheng rested his chin on the woman's neck, and his low voice floated in her ears.

"No wonder he kissed me for so long without saying a word after he came in."

He turned to her and looked at the woman from top to bottom: "Well, let me come to you once in a while while you are dressed, and I will treat you as if I have slept with you since then."

Rong Yan wore this outfit not because she wanted to miss the past with Fu Jingsheng.

But this outfit was the only one the young man wore in the back photo. She wanted Fu Jingsheng to find out that she was the young man, but the man had no other ideas.

"In addition to feeling similar to me in college, what else? For example, I look similar to someone." Rong Yan reminded.

Fu Jingsheng was anxious: "I never fell in love when I was in college, nor did I like anyone else. This dress is exactly the style you wore in college. It doesn't look like anyone else. In other words, I don't remember what others wore, I only remember you."

The man thought that his wife would be very happy if she answered like this.

But Rong Yan didn't show any expression after hearing this, and was even a little disappointed.

She nodded quietly.

"Isn't it bad to look like others? Why do you look unhappy?" the man asked.

"No, I'm very happy. Do you like me dressing like this?" Rong Yan calmed down her thoughts.

"I like it when you don't wear it, but it feels better to wear it like this today." Fu Jingsheng hugged her and sat on the table.

"At this height, no one will see if you don't draw the curtains. Let's do it before the sun completely sets." He bit the woman's lips again.

The sunlight that was within reach shone on the two people, seeming to retain a little bit of residual warmth.

Rong Yan's cells were aroused and she responded enthusiastically.

"Fu Jingsheng, you are no different from when you were in college. At that time, I thought you were old Chen. Others wore school uniforms and you wore a suit." Rong Yan suddenly thought of Fu Jingsheng in college and couldn't help but say it.

Hearing this, the man stopped.

"Did you think about me at that time? Impurely?" Fu Jingsheng asked.

The words that came out of his mouth made the woman's face turn red.

"My face suddenly felt so hot. I must have thought about it. No wonder I took a shower early on my wedding day." Fu Jingsheng remembered every detail of his relationship with Rong Yan, "I remember you sitting by the bed and asking me if I could come over?"

Rong Yan had forgotten it. Fu Jingsheng reminded her, and the bad memories came back again.

"I still want to ask you. At that time, such a beautiful woman was sitting on the bed wearing only pajamas. Why were you indifferent? The key point is that I didn't wear anything underneath." It took a lot of courage for Rong Yan to convince herself to dress like that.

It's just that Fu Jingsheng didn't even look at it, not only on the wedding night, but also in the next month, even if Rong Yan asked directly what to do? Fu Jingsheng didn't respond.

Fu Jingsheng's eyes paused, and he put his arm around the woman's waist: "I don't want others to know that I love you."

"Oh, you seem to have said that in order to make yourself feel at ease, you made a mistake in repaying your kindness to the wrong person. Okay, I forgive you." Rong Yan wanted to turn the past around.

"But then I figured it out. No matter what you do, you have to rely on your feelings. You don't need to think so much. If I wasn't so rigid, maybe we wouldn't have missed so many years." The man's tone was full of self-blame.

Rong Yan didn't want to hear Fu Jingsheng say she was sorry for herself, so she covered his lips: "Unpleasant memories should be forgotten, Fu Jingsheng, I didn't book such an expensive hotel just for chatting."

she joked.

The man deliberately pretended to be stupid: "What is that for?"

"Is it used for...?" The same sentence, but in a different order, the meaning immediately changed.

Rong Yan bent her knees and pushed against his flesh: "Don't say such rude words, I am a young man, and young men like romance."

Wen Qing, when Fu Jingsheng heard these two words, he thought of young people.

"I almost forgot to tell you about the young man. I didn't tell you clearly at the company this afternoon. I thought about it, do you know the young man?" Fu Jingsheng finally contacted Rong Yan and the young man.

"Why do you ask that?" Rong Yan said.

The man couldn't tell. He hooked Rong Yan's chin: "It doesn't seem right to discuss others at this time. Let's get down to business first. Such an expensive hotel is not for chatting."

Fu Jingsheng quoted what Rong Yan just said.

Rong Yan pulled the metal buckle of his belt: "Is it right here?"

"I have seen the mountains, the sea, and the sunrise, but I have never seen the sunset on the top of the Celestial City. Especially under the sunset, will it feel like flying into the sky and traveling?" Many romantic thoughts appeared in Rong Yan's mind. picture.

Along with the shame, she actually thought about being on the plane.

Fu Jingsheng pressed the woman's hand: "Don't touch it there yet. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it if you touch it. I want to kiss you first."

Rong Yan remembered that Fu Jingsheng said that her most sensitive place was there.

She let go.

Titting his head back, Fu Jingsheng bent his knees, bowed his body, and buried his head in the woman's chest.

Rong Yan clenched the table edge with her hands: "Husband."

The voice is soft and charming.

Fu Jingsheng raised the corners of his mouth and raised his head: "Shout a few more times and listen."

She whispered softly between her teeth one after another, and Fu Jingsheng replied to each sound: "Hey."

After being kissed for a long time, Rong Yan touched the most sensitive part of the man.

"Ask me to come in." Fu Jingsheng was deliberately embarrassed, "Be bold today. If you don't ask me, I'll stop."

Rong Yan's voice was vague: "Please."

The soft hands were still running around underneath. It was clear that Fu Jingsheng had been teased to the point where his legs were weak, but he continued to show off.

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

"Come in." Rong Yan said the word very softly.

"Now it's time to make it more difficult. I'm not deep enough. Let's change the word. You are a literary youth. It should be easy to change the synonym." He curled his lips evilly.

what the hell! She still wanted her to say that word. Rong Yan understood it instantly, but she couldn't say it.

So I pretended not to understand: "Do it."

Fu Jingsheng continued to shake his head, but after several attempts, he found that Rong Yan still didn't say the word he wanted to hear, so he gave up.

"Do you miss me?" the man asked.

Rong Yan answered affirmatively.

The man put his big hands on the woman's waist, pulled her forward, and pushed himself in accurately.

The woman's fulcrumless upper body suddenly swayed, and the undulating scenery touched the man's face.

Take advantage of the situation and bite on it.

The upper and lower forces made Rong Yan almost faint.

This time Fu Jingsheng's actions were a little rougher.

He asked her from time to time: "Do you like it?"

"Don't you think about it every day?"

Rong Yan kept saying she liked it vaguely.

Afterwards, the man pulled up Rong Yan's clothes and put a bath towel on himself.

"My hair is all messed up." He played with the woman's braids and deliberately teased her.