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

Rong Yan's neck was sore and itchy from being sucked by Fu Jingsheng.

She scratched Fu Jingsheng's head: "Don't bite, summer clothes can't stop it."

Fu Jingsheng changed his position and placed his fingertips on Rong Yan's chest: "It can be hidden here."

Before Rong Yan could say anything, the man had already covered her, leaving a few strawberry marks on the woman's fair skin.

"Fu Jingsheng." Rong Yan scratched several marks on the man's back with her fingers.

She tried to restrain herself and try not to make any sound.

Fu Jingsheng kissed Rong Yan for a while. He straightened up, leaned on the back of the sofa, and patted his legs: "Sit up."

"Ah?" The woman who was lying down and enjoying herself was stunned. Do you want her to come?

"I'm very tired." Rong Yan was in a bad mood. Every time she sat down, the side effects were immediate. The insides of her legs were so sore that she couldn't walk steadily, so she didn't want to go up.

Fu Jingsheng sat on his knees, lying towards Rong Yan, holding her upright with him.

"If you don't want to move, just stay still. I'll do it." He said while kissing the woman's back, and when Rong Yan wasn't paying attention, he ran towards the real question.

Rong Yan held on to the armrest of the sofa and raised her head to notice that the door at the stairway was unlocked, with a slight crack exposed. If someone came up and called them to eat...

"Fu Jingsheng, wait, the door is not closed properly." She pressed the man's hand and said.

How could the man who was already on top stop?

"It's okay, no one will go directly upstairs." The man gasped.

He increased his speed and Rong Yan was rendered speechless.

Downstairs, the servant forgot to ask Rong Yan how many bowls of soup she would make tonight, so she asked Sayuri if she knew. Sayuri said, "I'll go ask."

She jumped upstairs, making a sound as the stairs were stepped on.

The girl walked and said, "Sister, how many bowls of soup will you make tonight?"

Rong Yan didn't hear it at first, until the sound got closer and closer, Sayuri was already approaching the second floor.

"Sister." The girl stopped when she saw the door was closed and heard a shy voice.

Rong Yan also heard Sayuri's cry, and she went to pick up the blanket on the ground in a panic.

Sayuri understood instantly: "Sister, I didn't hear anything. You continue. I'll go down and tell you to make six bowls. If there are more, I'll drink them all."

She ran downstairs.

Rong Yan's eyesight went dark, she was really embarrassed, but Fu Jingsheng didn't seem to care and was busy behind her.

Hearing the shout at the top of the stairs, the man didn't even stop.

Rong Yansheng lay on the sofa helplessly. Forget it, Sayuri already knew what she and Fu Jingsheng were, so that was it.

Fu Jingsheng scratched the woman's waist: "Get up a little. It's not easy for me to lie down like this."

Rong Yan was lifted up, with her back leaning on the man's chest, her head tilted up, and her waist and hips bent into a big curve. Fu Jingsheng put his arm around her shoulders to prevent the woman from being ejected when he exerted force.

The woman urged. After twenty minutes, the two of them ended the fight. The man calmed down and said, "I feel like I can't survive it. It's so short."

"If you don't do something good at this point, why don't you hurry up? There are so many people at home, it would be shameful to go down in a while." Rong Yan pouted.

"That doesn't count this time. Come have a good night." Fu Jingsheng took a sip of water.

"what?"

"Why not, Fu Jingsheng, I want to educate you about it." Rong Yan entered [How long is a normal life for a couple] on the webpage, and most of the answers that popped up were ten minutes, and rarely twenty or thirty minutes, but Twenty minutes is actually an appetizer for Fu Jingsheng.

"See for yourself." She handed the phone to Fu Jingsheng.

"Ten minutes?" the man read out with a frown, "No! Ten minutes is for premature ejaculation."

Rong Yan slapped her and said, "Do you know how many people your words are going to offend?"

"A long time is also a disease." The woman continued.

Fu Jingsheng:......

He looked at his phone and saw that many people needed treatment due to long reaction times.

"It's not that I can't get out, I just want to hold back for a little longer." The man explained.

"I know, I'm just talking casually. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with you. You're very fine. Just...don't just pursue the duration. I'm really worried that if this goes on, sooner or later, you'll be worn out." Now that we're talking about this topic. , Rong Yan simply expressed her worries.

An iron pestle can be ground into a needle, let alone skin and flesh.

We were chatting about some inappropriate topic in broad daylight. Rong Yan shuddered after speaking. She was really led away by Fu Jingsheng.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore. I'll pack up." Rong Yan slowly stood up.

Fu Jingsheng held her hand: "No, make it clear."

Rong Yan turned around and held the man's face: "I can't explain it for a while. Can we discuss it at night? I'm hungry. Let's go downstairs and eat some fruit first."

She broke free.

After Sayuri came downstairs, she casually said a number.

She sat on the sofa and drank a glass of water like crazy. She didn't know if her sister would blame her for being ignorant.

After drinking, the girl patted her head: "Sayuri, Sayuri, why don't you have any eyesight?"

"Girl, what's wrong?" Han Yue asked when she came back from a beauty treatment and saw the girl in the living room hitting her on the head.

Sayuri hesitated: "Auntie, no, it's nothing. I just forgot something and suddenly remembered it. I blame myself for being stupid." She lied.

Han Yue held the girl's arm: "Oh, what a big deal. I won't fight anymore. I feel so distressed when I look at it." She rubbed Sayuri's head.

Then he asked: "Are Rong Yan and the others at home?"

"Upstairs." Sayuri's face suddenly turned red, but luckily Han Yue didn't notice it.

"Oh, I'll call them down after dinner later. I'm really tired from running around these days."

Before Han Yue and Sayuri had finished chatting, they saw Rong Yan coming down.

"Mom." She shouted with a smile.

Fu Jingsheng kept his arms around his wife's waist.

Rong Yan swayed from side to side. There were so many people downstairs, and the stairs downstairs were crooked, which was not good.

But the faster a woman shakes, the tighter a man hugs her. When pampering his wife in his own home, do he still have to consider other people's opinions?

It just needs to be tilted all the time, so that those who don't have the eyesight know that the stairs are not allowed to go up, so as not to disturb them.

Han Yue smiled meaningfully.

"Jing Sheng, you should also pay attention to your appearance at home. The buttons on your clothes are crotched."

Fu Jingsheng lowered his head, turned around quickly, and packed his clothes.

Rong Yan took a look at herself, luckily she was in good order.

She sat next to her mother-in-law.

Sayuri lowered her head, not daring to look into Rong Yan's eyes.

Noticing the girl's strange behavior, Rong Yan pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Lily, bring me some watermelon."

"Okay." Sayuri cut the watermelon and came over.

When Rong Yan lowered her head to poke the watermelon with a fruit fork, her long hair hung down into the fruit bowl. She tucked it behind her temples, but her hair was still exposed.

Han Yue saw that it was inconvenient for her daughter-in-law to eat fruit with her hair loose, so she kindly pulled her hair up and said, "Mom, hold it for you."

Han Yue accidentally saw the marks on her daughter-in-law's neck and quickly put her hair down: "That's it, I'll pick up the fruit bowl for you."

Rong Yan:......