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

Guo An relaxed and fell on the sofa.

He held Lin Wei's waist with both hands and adjusted it to a suitable position.

Lin Wei knew that this might be the last time between her and Guo An. The woman specifically asked the man to throw away his protection. She wanted to be closer.

The soft sofa cushions sank deeper and deeper.

Lin Wei was tired from sitting, so she lay on top of Guo An. The man exerted all his strength and moved his waist up frequently, causing Lin Wei to bounce.

The night shift security guard patrolled with a flashlight and opened the door of the large office, revealing a beam of light inside.

Guo An stopped shaking, held the woman's head, and lay flat on the sofa.

Lin Wei knew someone was coming, so she deliberately bit the man's ear, pressed her hand on the inside of Guo An, and played with it quickly.

The man gritted his teeth.

The light of the flashlight flickered, and soon it was dark again outside the glass. Guo An turned over and pressed Lin Wei underneath.

"Use... force." Lin Wei slid her fingers across the man's back. For the last time, she wanted to remember it more deeply.

Guo An patted the woman's butt: "Okay."

The man suddenly exerted his strength, and Lin Wei's sharp voice broke the tranquility of the night.

The lights in the big office suddenly turned on.

A figure is printed on the curtain.

Guo An covered Lin Wei's mouth: "Someone is coming, get down."

The back of the sofa blocks the two people overlapping each other.

The night shift security guard came to the office to get the shift schedule. When he opened the door and came in, he seemed to hear something. He turned on the light and listened. The office was quiet. He came in and walked to the small office inside. He found that the curtains in the supervisor's office were closed. , probably guessed something.

The security guard didn't go any further. He took the form from the information rack and went downstairs.

Guo An breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the lights turned off.

"Isn't there no one?" Lin Wei asked.

"Those who work the night shift to get reports, we have to hurry up." Guo An, who just hoped for someone to come over, was interrupted twice, and his enthusiasm dissipated by half.

The man threaded his fingers into the woman's hair, cupped the back of her head with his palm and pulled her to her belly.

Lin Wei took the man's hand away and kissed it down his abdomen.

The two of them continued until midnight.

When Lin Wei came out of the office, his legs split.

Back in the car, she asked Guo An: "Will you forget me?"

The man put two drops of essential oil on his temples: "What a silly question."

"Guo An, when you mention me, what do you think of? Is it comfortable to sleep or something else?" Lin Wei wanted to know if there would be someone who thought of something other than her body first when she mentioned her.

Guo An said without hesitation: "Beautiful."

Lin Wei completely fell in love with Guo An's aesthetics.

"When I pursued you, I didn't know that our private lives were so compatible. At first glance, you were very beautiful, intellectually beautiful..." Guo An tried his best to prove that he didn't love Lin Wei for that reason.

The man's eyes were sincere, which made Lin Wei even more reluctant to leave.

But what should Li Yun do?

Lin Wei spoke a lot to Guo An, as if he was giving his last words.

The trapped man didn't hear clearly what Lin Wei said, and the two slept in the car until dawn.

-

Fu Jingsheng did not come to the company because he was worried that Rong Yan would be in danger again, so he lived outside with the woman.

Rong Yan closed her comment section and refused to read the abuse on the Internet.

She thought about it and issued a statement in the afternoon, denying fake divorce. After all, no matter how loving a couple is, they will have the idea of ​​​​divorcing countless times in their lives. They quarreled and impulsively applied, so they applied. However, something happened to her. Fu Jingsheng's second As soon as she appeared, she found that Fu Jingsheng cared about her and decided not to leave.

As for those photographed online, they are also Maybach men. She couldn't say that the person was Fu Jingsheng. She thought of the reason and found someone to stage the photo in order to make Fu Jingsheng angry.

Breakfast is delivered from the B&B kitchen.

Rong Yan sat in the yard and typed on the keyboard, carefully considering each sentence for half an hour.

Fu Jingsheng took the plate from his aunt's hand and said thank you, and placed it on the marble round table. He stood behind Rong Yan, squeezing her shoulders and reading the words on the computer screen.

"Strict logic, using the softest words to say the most powerful words." Fu Jingsheng seemed to have thought of something.

Why do you think this kind of vocalization is very similar to the style of young people before?

"Rong Yan, what were you going to tell me that night? One night, when you said what you actually were, you were interrupted and didn't say anything." Fu Jingsheng recalled the time he and Rong Yan lived together, Rong Yan spends at least two hours sitting in front of the computer every day.

As he kept typing on the keyboard, he thought at first that Rong Yan was replying to patient messages online and had not read what she had posted. When something happened when he contacted Madam Fu, a young man stood up to support Madam Fu. Could it be?

When he was in college, Rong Yan's articles were published many times. At that time, he thought that girls like Rong Yan would be suitable to be writers when they grow up.

No wonder the young man mentioned in his essay supporting Fu that he knew Fu Jingsheng based on his own knowledge.

Rong Yan had forgotten what happened at that time. She raised her eyes in surprise: "What day?"

"Do you know the young man?" Fu Jingsheng did not dare to directly ask his wife if she was the great writer.

"Uh-huh." Rong Yan was noncommittal.

Fu Jingsheng was half sitting on the table: "Do we know each other or do we just know each other?"

"Guess." Rong Yan raised her eyebrows.

"That's right, He Wei was watching "The Wife Can't Be Inactive" and said that the male protagonist in it was very similar to me, and even the words he said were like my mantra. He didn't understand at the time, but he was scolding me through that book." Fu Jingsheng Make all the coincidences coherent.

The smile on Rong Yan's face subsided: "So you know about that book, and during this period, I have been coding every day, but you didn't notice. I originally wanted to tell you proactively. Think about it and see when you can Find out for yourself.”

"I will not interfere with your work. You have to know that you are writing a book. I must have read it. Not only did I read it, but I also asked you to write about me and write about the good side." Fu Jingsheng was afraid that Rong Yan would blame him for not paying attention to him, so he explained He said, "I've already guessed it, but I didn't dare to think about it that way."

Rong Yan patted the man on the shoulder: "Pull him down. If you can guess, I ate everything in this pot."

When you can't say anything, just use a kiss to stop it.

Fu Jingsheng took the woman's lips into his mouth and sucked a few times.

"I was wrong." Three words escaped the man's mouth. After saying that, the kiss became more intense.

Rong Yan was held down tightly and couldn't say a word. Her breathing covered the sound of running water in the yard.

Fu Jingsheng is always like this.

Rong Yan likes men to use actions when they can't explain. It's simple and rough. It feels the same as the CEO in her novel.

Her hands unconsciously wrapped around the man's neck, and her tongue mingled with his.

After Fu Jingsheng saw the redness and swelling last time, he didn't touch her for a few days. After teasing her like this early in the morning, the woman reacted strongly.

The dampness soaked through the thin clothes. As expected, it was easy for the two of them to think too much when they were idle.

Fu Jingsheng buried his head and took a look. Rong Yan's skin finally returned to its normal color.

He stroked it and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

"It doesn't hurt." The woman spread her legs.