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

Fu Jingchen wanted to run away. In order not to appear so anxious, he restrained himself.

There was a gap between Zhou Luo and Fu Jingchen. She was afraid of meeting her neighbors in the community.

Fu Jingchen stretched out his hand several times, but when he encountered Zhou Luo, he dodged and then retracted.

He didn't know where to stretch his arms, so he had to move back and forth, trying to find a topic to ease the embarrassment: "There is a fruit cart over there. What do you want to eat? Can I buy it?"

Zhou Luo raised his head slightly and saw the vendor not far away. She replied: "Okay... okay... ah."

Fu Jingchen hugged a seedless watermelon, and the two of them entered the community.

When getting on the elevator, deliberately separate on both sides.

Zhou Luo clenched his fingers nervously. Fortunately, he didn't meet anyone he knew along the way.

Only after closing the door at home did she feel safe.

Fu Jingchen put down the watermelon, mustered up his courage, and hugged Zhou Luo.

He rubbed his cheek against the woman's ear, and the hot breath from the tip of his nose spread on the woman's neck. Zhou Luo felt numb, and she unconsciously raised her chin and closed her eyes.

Fu Jingchen's lips touched Zhou Luo's ear, and the woman squeaked.

She put her hands around the man's waist, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Fu Jingchen's chin.

"Luoluo." Fu Jingchen felt strongly. He pressed against Zhou Luo and pushed him to the wall.

His big hands passed under the hem of his clothes.

The woman's skin is smooth, and it seems to be beating under the man's warm palm.

There was a buzz in my pocket, my phone vibrating.

Fu Jingchen was very passionate and was interrupted by a phone call.

He reluctantly took out his phone and glanced at Dr. Lu.

The man picked up the phone.

"Mr. Fu, did you forget about tonight's diagnosis and treatment?" The doctor saw that it was already eight o'clock, but Fu Jingchen didn't arrive, so he made a phone call.

Fu Jingchen covered the receiver: "I'm sorry, Dr. Lu, I forgot about it."

"I'm in the hospital, can you come over now?" the doctor asked again.

Fu Jingchen glanced at Zhou Luo and said, "I'm not nearby. I'm far away. Let's make an appointment another day."

"Okay, Mr. Fu, keep taking the medicine. Have you felt better these past few days? For example, energy...you know what I want to ask." The doctor asked by the way.

"Much better, Doctor Lu. I'll talk to you in detail later. I have something else to do. I'm really embarrassed today." Fu Jingchen's other hand was still in Zhou Luo's clothes. He was in no mood to continue chatting with the doctor.

"Okay, bye."

Zhou Luo could probably tell what kind of disease Fu Jingchen was seeing.

The woman asked out of concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Jingchen's face turned red. Although he had mentioned seeing an andrologist with Zhou Luo, it was always a bit embarrassing to discuss it directly.

He had been with Zhou Luo for a long time for the first time, so he said that day that he thought there was something wrong with him, but it turned out that he was the wrong person, and there was no problem with Zhou Luo at all.

"Are you still watching?" Zhou Luo asked.

"Well, I still failed in ten minutes. My brother will start in one hour." Fu Jingchen said with difficulty, "I will cooperate. It has indeed improved during this period, Luoluo, I will make sure you are satisfied."

Zhou Luo smiled: "It starts in an hour, let's brag."

"I have a friend who is a doctor. When Fu Jingsheng was seeing a doctor before, I consulted him. He said that starting from one hour to two hours was a lie. My friend said that it was either an illness or bragging. Let's put it this way, it can last for half an hour. He is not an ordinary person. Do you think he is a Transformer? A woman must not be exhausted after an hour's work." Zhou Luo thought it was a rumor when he heard it before. Fu Jingsheng did not say it himself. When Fu Jingchen said this again, she I know, Fu Jingsheng really said that.

"Really?" Fu Jingchen was dubious. "Although the doctor also said so, I think the doctor was trying to comfort me, or that he couldn't make me grow that long, so he deliberately said it was a disease."

"You won't ask others? A few minutes is normal, ten minutes is already good." Zhou Luo said, hooking the man's neck.

"You mean I don't need to read it, I'm good at it?" Fu Jingchen couldn't believe that he actually said he was good at it in ten minutes.

Sure enough, you can get emotional value from Zhou Luo.

"Thank you, you gave me confidence." Fu Jingchen lifted Zhou Luo's chin, "Luoluo, I feel better today than last time. I seem to have endless strength in my body. I have muted my phone so that no one can think about it anymore. disturb."

After saying this, he picked up Zhou Luo and placed him on the table.

The woman opened her eyes wide: "Do you want to be here?"

"Well, starting from here, Luoluo, you sit on my hand." The man's back was spread out on the table.

Zhou Luo's skin bounced, and he bent his fingers slightly and touched it gently.

The other hand went to unbutton the woman's clothes.

Zhou Luo was not idle either. She pulled Fu Jingchen's belt and stretched out her hand restlessly.

"Sure enough, it's better than last time..."

After Fu Jingchen was touched, his back stiffened. Was it the novelty? Why does Zhou Luo feel so comfortable just by touching himself?

He held the woman's clothes button with his fingers and didn't move for a while.

Zhou Luo bit his clothes open with his teeth.

She is so good at it! Fu Jingchen couldn't resist it at all. He was originally thinking about pleasing the woman, but he completely forgot about his next move.

Follow Zhou Luo's rhythm and cooperate with Zhou Luo.

After a few minutes of conversation on the table, Zhou Luo suddenly leaned on the man's shoulder, put his lips against his earlobe, and said in a gentle voice: "Hold me to the bedroom."

Fu Jingchen was like a puppet on strings, doing everything as he was told.

When the man walked to the door, Zhou Luo asked him to stop again: "Try it here first."

"Here?" Fu Jingchen glanced at the door frame, should he hold her in his arms?

"Well, hold me. I'll lean against the door frame. You can do it." Zhou Luo was full of confidence in the man, "I only weigh more than 80 kilograms, so I'm not heavy."

Fu Jingchen hesitated. What if his arm strength was not enough and Zhou Luo fell? He had never tried such a move.

But looking at the expectant look in the woman's eyes, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he bit the bullet and said, "Okay, but just in case, can you put a pillow underneath?"

"No need, just go in quickly. I haven't tried it before. I'm just curious. I'll come out as soon as I go in." Zhou Luo grabbed the door frame.

Fu Jingchen jerked her up.

The woman shouted.

She lay on Fu Jingchen's right shoulder. Unexpectedly, Fu Jingchen persisted for several minutes, but Zhou Luo's waist ached.

"Jingchen, please go to the bedroom." The woman gasped.

Fu Jingchen became more energetic. The more he fought, the braver he became. Instead of listening, he lifted Zhou Luo higher.

The woman's nails scratched the back of the man's hand, and from time to time she clenched her fist and punched it twice, saying intermittently: "Please."

She seemed to really have no strength, Fu Jingchen raised his feet and walked inside.

The moment she was put on the bed, Zhou Luo felt alive. She relaxed all over and hooked her feet around Fu Jingchen's waist: "Who wants to say that you can't do it again? I will fight her to the end. How is it possible?"

The woman's voice was breathy, and Fu Jingchen liked it very much.

He patted Zhou Luo and said, "The sound is so disturbing, it's like a small insect biting me."