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

Fu Jingsheng's hand moved from top to bottom and stopped on Rong Yan's lower abdomen. The woman found that the man's hand was no longer going down, so she tugged a little harder.

"Honey, wait." Fu Jingsheng didn't know that his wife wanted him to check the results of the afternoon maintenance.

He wanted to get to the point slowly.

Rong Yan leaned her head back and leaned on Fu Jingsheng's shoulder.

He gently rubbed her belly with one hand, pinched her chin with the other hand, buried his head in the crook of the woman's neck, and tapped the base of her ear with the tip of his tongue.

Ok……

husband……

Rong Yan whispered.

Fu Jingsheng kissed her for a while, picked up the woman from the water, wrapped her in a bath towel and wiped her: "Go to bed, the bathtub can't be opened."

The man turned the lights in his bedroom to the brightest.

Rong Yan is very different today, her whole face is radiant.

Rong Yan sat up and hugged Fu Jingsheng: "Stop looking, I'm sorry."

She thought that in the afternoon, the repair teacher said that her skin was not very good, and Fu Jingsheng stared at it, and she would be disgusted.

The man touched her lips with his fingers: "I've eaten it many times and you still won't let me see it?"

"Husband, close your eyes and feel it. Is there anything different today?" Rong Yan looked forward to Fu Jingsheng's answer.

The person in the afternoon also said that the effect is obvious after just one repair, and my husband will definitely have a different experience together.

The woman's words confused Fu Jingsheng. What's different?

He recalled carefully that from the moment he saw Rong Yan, there seemed to be nothing different except that his wife was in a good mood. Could it be that Rong Yan had bought new clothes and was testing him to see if he paid attention to details.

But from the moment he entered the room, Fu Jingsheng focused on taking off his clothes and didn't notice what his wife was wearing.

If she said there was no difference, Rong Yan would be angry. But then, he had an idea and replied: "It is indeed very different. You are even more beautiful today. Your clothes complement you very well."

Fu Jingsheng felt guilty after saying that. If Rong Yan asked him what clothes he was wearing, he would not be able to answer at all.

"What else?" Rong Yan asked again.

Beautiful, charming, touching... Fu Jingsheng said it all, but didn't mention what made it better.

Rong Yan picked up the man's other hand, put it on the place where he had taken care of it, and asked, "Where is it here?"

"Here?" Fu Jingsheng didn't understand even more. He hadn't started yet and didn't know what was different.

He glanced down and made a few more guesses, none of which were correct.

Rong Yan's face was red and white, she didn't ask this at all, okay?

"Did you not have fun yesterday?" Fu Jingsheng drank wine last night and guessed that his performance was not good. No wonder Rong Yan thought today.

Before Rong Yan could react, she was carried to the study.

The man put his wife on a leather chair, unplugged the computer, and tied her with the power cord.

"Fu Jingsheng, do you want to have sex?" Rong Yan looked at the man's posture and seemed not to want to do anything conventional.

Fu Jingsheng turned around and looked at his wife, curling his lips wickedly: "Be a little gentler than that. Don't you want me to do it with you while working? Come now."

He opened his notebook and clicked on a document. It was full of numbers.

"That's it, new product quotation. There is a printout here. Just enter it as it is. Come on." The man pulled the chair and Rong Yan was moved to the computer.

Why are your hands tied?

Just when Rong Yan was about to ask, Fu Jingsheng loosened the power cord, took out one of the woman's hands, and then tightened it again.

He walked around behind the chair, leaned on the back of the chair, and said in a bewitching voice: "Start."

Two naked people were shown on the computer screen. Rong Yan blushed and her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed. If she was asked to say a coherent sentence at this moment, let alone typing, she might not be able to say it.

Fu Jingsheng stroked his fingers down the woman's arm, and finally held her wrist and placed it on the mouse: "Can't you type? If you can't type, I'll teach you."

The man placed his palm on the back of the woman's hand, tightened his fingers, and slid the woman's hand back and forth, causing the mouse to light up one after another.

He could feel his gushing desire rubbing the back of the chair, making it feel cold.

Fu Jingsheng resisted the impulse and slowly typed numbers on the keyboard.

Rong Yan's whole body was on fire. She wanted to hug Fu Jingsheng, but except for the arm outside, her upper body was tied up.

"Rong Yan, don't move, let me kiss you." Seeing the woman's head twisting around, Fu Jingsheng pinched her chin.

Rong Yan sat obediently, and his kisses fell in small pieces, causing huge waves on her back.

"Don't be in a daze, fill in the blank spaces, move by yourself, my hand will touch you." Fu Jingsheng raised his head slightly and saw Rong Yan motionless.

How to fill in the form like this? Rong Yan's shoulders shook: "Fu Jingsheng, let go of me."

The man pulled out the power cord and handed it to Rong Yan: "Then tie it for me."

"Ah?" The woman was stunned.

"Come." He asked Rong Yan to stand up and sat on the chair.

Rong Yan did as she was told, and Fu Jingsheng, who was tied up, felt broken.

Fu Jingsheng's arms were outside. He held his wife's waist, and Rong Yan fell on his lap.

Two people face each other.

Fu Jingsheng held the woman's face, pried open her teeth with his tongue, and sucked out the fluid in her mouth.

Rong Yan's tongue was numb from the kiss. She leaned back, took a few breaths of fresh air and said, "Fu Jingsheng, let's get started."

"Well, I'm tied up, come here." Even though the power cord was loose, the man pretended to be unable to move.

Rong Yan cooperated obediently.

Fu Jingsheng suddenly frowned: "Why are you so... today?"

Rong Yan waited for this sentence, and the effect was immediate.

The chair moved from in front of the desk to next to it.

When Rong Yan bent over and lay in the man's arms, she saw that the table in front of her was gone and the two of them were facing the sofa. The whole process had moved more than one meter.

"Is it so intense?" she was surprised.

Fu Jingsheng put his hands on the woman's back: "Well, obviously the chair can go that far without moving much."

"Wife, what's wrong with you today? You seem to have changed..." Fu Jingsheng said.

Several times, he almost couldn't bear it anymore, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. It hadn't been a few minutes yet.

Rong Yan straightened up: "Secret."

Fu Jingsheng pulled his hands behind his back twice, and the power cord was completely loosened and fell to the ground.

He turned around and moved to sit on top of Rong Yan. The woman's arms were wrapped around the back of the chair and was held by Fu Jingsheng's one hand.

The man pressed over: "Tell me quickly, or we'll do it again."

"Okay, let's do it again." Rong Yan said harshly. She didn't believe that this man still had the strength.

Fu Jingsheng picked up Rong Yan and returned to the bedroom. He put the woman on the bed and restrained her with one leg.

The man stretched out his hand: "Do you think I have no strength? Don't forget this."

He took advantage of Rong Yan's unpreparedness...

Ah!

Rong Yan frowned.

Why didn't she think that Fu Jingsheng could stay somewhere else? The woman quickly begged for mercy: "I was wrong. I said, don't mess around."

"It's too late." Fu Jingsheng's lips raised slightly.