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

Fu Jingsheng placed Rong Yan in front of the dressing table and opened her cosmetic bag: "Start."

The man was stunned and pinched Rong Yan's butt with his big hands: "Just follow what you wrote."

Rong Yanyuan opened her eyes and looked at the man in the mirror: "Fu Jingsheng, there's no need. The books are all fake."

The man walked around half a circle, leaned on the dressing table, and faced Rong Yan: "Now that I have thought of it, I will give it a try. I will humiliate myself and dedicate myself to art."

Rong Yan rolled her eyes and rolled her eyes out of her head. Fu Jingsheng clearly thought about it and said it as if he was suffering a lot.

"I have to bother someone when I write a novel. It's so embarrassing, so I won't bother you. Readers will react if it works." Rong Yan zipped up her makeup bag and prepared to leave.

The woman had just stepped out with one leg, but Fu Jingsheng grabbed it back. He stood back behind Rong Yan, wrapped his hands around the woman, pressed his palms against the dressing table, rested his chin on Rong Yan's shoulder, half-squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice: " So what if I say, I want to be the first to eat crabs? Give it a try and I’ll leave a comment.”

Fu Jingsheng's tongue suddenly licked along the woman's ear.

Rong Yan straightened her toes and her knees suddenly hit the table. She frowned in pain and bent over to rub her knees.

Fu Jingsheng stopped when he heard the noise: "It hurts. I'm sorry." He pulled the stool back.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Rong Yan straightened her back.

Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan distanced themselves a little: "I won't tease you anymore. If you don't want to, rest. It will only be good if both of you are willing to feel it."

Men suppress their desires.

"Do you really want to? Are you kidding me?" Rong Yan asked, raising her chin.

Fu Jingsheng nodded: "Well, I express my thoughts in a joking way, but based on my wife's wishes."

Rong Yan had an idea. She grabbed the man's wrist and said, "Try?"

Fu Jingsheng couldn't suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth.

He lifted Rong Yan and placed it on the dressing table: "Kiss her first and then put on makeup."

The man's lips slid down from the woman's forehead and finally stopped on her neck. He picked up something from the cosmetic bag and handed it to Rong Yan: "That's it."

"Lipstick" Rong Yan said after looking at it.

"Well, come down, lie down on the dressing table, and punish the painting crookedly. The punishment will come again." Fu Jingsheng smirked.

"How can you draw well?" Rong Yan pouted, "Just punish him."

"That won't work. You can draw it while I'm coming out. I'll say 1, 2, 2 means coming out. After I come out, stay for two seconds and then count 1, and keep the rhythm." Fu Jingsheng repeated the content of Rong Yan's novel.

"You remember all the rules!" Rong Yan looked at her husband in surprise. Didn't he just glance at her? She just wrote all the things about counting and frequency, okay?

"of course."

Rong Yan closed her eyes: "Okay, let me get used to it first."

Fu Jingsheng walked behind his wife, knelt down and kissed her back. However, as a foreplay, Rong Yan's hand holding the lipstick had already begun to tremble. When the subject came later, how could she paint well?

She held her right hand left and right, telling herself to be calm, as if Fu Jingsheng was tickling her, and her hand finally stopped shaking. She quickly unscrewed her lipstick and prepared to put it on first.

As soon as the lipstick touched his lips, Fu Jingsheng turned his head to the front. Rong Yan straddled his shoulders, leaning her upper body back thirty degrees. The man held her back and lowered her head.

"Fu Jingsheng, you big bad guy, you deliberately didn't give me a chance to put on lipstick." Rong Yan said with a cry.

The man sucked hard, noncommittal.

She also wanted to strike early while he was doing foreplay, but he saw it all.

"Fu Jingsheng, Fu Jingsheng!" Rong Yan grabbed the man's hair, "Uh... don't... no... okay..."

"Don't stop, don't stop, that's great." The man paused for a moment and deliberately misunderstood. Rong Yan liked this. He only needed to order a little bit, and the woman wouldn't be able to stand it, let alone makeup. Her hand shouldn't even be able to hold lipstick at this point.

After saying that, he returned there again, with strength that was sometimes heavier and sometimes lighter.

"Oh..." Rong Yan's brain stopped thinking, and the lipstick in her hand slipped unconsciously. She unconsciously held the back of the man's head and pulled it towards her.

When Rong Yan finally hung up on Fu Jingsheng, she noticed that the lipstick in her hand was missing.

After she recovered, she got down from the man's arms and said, "I'll change it. Who has time to put on makeup when they're so passionate?"

Fu Jingsheng followed: "Don't forget the punishment. Fortunately, I sacrificed myself to try it with you, and then I realized that it was not feasible. As a supervisor, I did a pretty good job."

Rong Yan stopped and stopped Fu Jingsheng: "Wait here, don't even think about making small moves in the study."

"You're not allowed to follow. Go cut me some watermelon and wait for me in the room." Rong Yan said seriously when she saw that Fu Jingsheng still wanted to follow.

"Okay." Fu Jingsheng stopped.

Rong Yan deliberately lingered for half an hour. When she returned to the room, she found Fu Jingsheng asleep.

The woman stood beside the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. In order not to wake up the man, she took a blanket and fell asleep on the sofa.

The next morning, Fu Jingsheng was awakened by a nightmare. He subconsciously went to hug Rong Yan, but found that there was nothing around him. The man sat up suddenly. Where had Rong Yan gone? Did you get up so early?

The man got out of bed and looked up to see the woman on the sofa. The blanket fell half to the floor and she was curled up.

"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng took a summer quilt and covered it with his wife. He tried to remember that he sat on the bed last night, waiting for Rong Yan to come over, and then fell asleep.

Therefore, Rong Yan slept on the sofa for fear of waking him up by climbing into bed.

Rong Yan was sleeping soundly and didn't notice Fu Jingsheng getting up.

The man squatted next to the sofa and looked at his wife guiltily.

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In Fu's ground parking lot, Lin Wei came out of the warehouse and slept in the car waiting for Guo An to get off work.

Guo An was worried that the car would be too stuffy and asked Lin Wei to go back first, but the woman refused.

Every half an hour, he went to the car to take a look. Lin Wei was lying on the back seat, with his face facing the seat and only a coat covering him.

Seeing that there were still a few hours until get off work, Guo An couldn't bear to let Lin Weiyi stay in bed, and took two hours off on the pretext of feeling uncomfortable.

As soon as the man pressed the unlock button, Lin Wei opened her eyes. She sat up, and the surroundings were dark.

"Guo An, what's wrong?"

Guo An got in the car, turned around and touched Lin Wei's face: "I asked for leave. Seeing that you are uncomfortable sleeping, let's go back together."

"I'm fine in the car, Guo An, don't worry, just go to work." Lin Wei didn't want him to take leave.

"The message has been sent and the manager has replied. It's okay. Should I go to your place or mine?"

Lin Wei lowered his head: "Okay, go to my place."

Guo An wanted to send Lin Wei home and then go back. After parking the car, Lin Wei asked him to go upstairs and rest.

Lin Wei put on her pajamas and went to bed. Guo An took a shower and came out without any clothes. He got into the bed and hugged the woman face to face: "Go to sleep."

The man's hot body was pressed against Lin Wei. The woman who was absent-minded and eager to solve her desires in the warehouse was not satisfied.

This time, all the cells in her body were stirred up again.