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

Even before Fu Jingsheng arrived in the sun room, Rong Yan restlessly unzipped the fly of the man's trousers.

"Fu Jingsheng, let's try walking." Her thoughts became more and more strange.

"Rong Yan." Fu Jingsheng hadn't thought about this weird gesture while walking, "We're almost there."

There is a tatami floor in the sunroom of the side courtyard. When the weather is cold, Fu Jingsheng likes to bask in the sun. The floor rubs against people, so he specially laid a soft floor mat. He didn't expect that it would come in handy today.

"That's it." Rong Yan coquettishly said.

When she got home in the evening, she specially changed into a skirt for convenience.

The woman took out one hand to lift the hem of her skirt.

Fu Jingsheng lowered his head and met her longing eyes.

My heart beat wildly.

"Rong Yan, where did you learn this?" Fu Jingsheng asked.

Rong Yan tilted her head: "Last night, the web page automatically pushed it."

In fact, these scenes have been written in Rong Yan's novels, so I don't know if they are feasible.

But Fu Jingsheng didn't know that his ex-wife was also an Internet best-selling author.

To be precise, no one knows, including Zhao Wenbai.

In another city, as long as there is internet and a computer, she will still have something to do.

"There are a lot of fake ones on the Internet." Fu Jingsheng didn't quite believe it.

"How can you know whether it's true or false if you don't try it." I've definitely gone through all the actions in Rong Yan's novel before it's too late. Use as much as you can, and just have as few regrets as possible.

Rong Yan is very small and has a bad appetite during this period. She is estimated to be less than 90 pounds.

Fu Jingsheng can hold it up easily.

With every step she took, Rong Yan seemed to be transported to the clouds.

Fu Jingsheng slowed down.

The moonlight fell on the two of them, but there was only a figure on the ground.

"Like it?" he asked.

Rong Yan's thoughts were wandering, and she felt an emptiness that she had never felt before.

Fu Jingsheng asked a few questions before he came back to his senses: "I like it so much."

However, her hands were a little sore.

The woman asked Fu Jingsheng to put herself down and walked into the glass room.

The heat that hit his face made his complexion even more rosy.

Fu Jingsheng lowered his eyes and stared at her, sliding his fingertips across her face: "Why haven't I seen you so proactive before? If you were so proactive from the beginning, I should have..."

The man didn't say anything else. Should he not let her leave?

before? Rong Yan's eyes froze.

Yes, when she first married Fu Jingsheng, she was reserved and cautious, even speaking carefully. She never dared to resist what Fu Jingsheng said and did.

Even on the wedding night, Fu Jingsheng didn't touch her, so she remained silent.

I haven't touched her for a month, but she is still silent and has never taken the initiative to express her needs.

If I had been more selfish, proactive, and enthusiastic at that time, would there have been seven missed years later?

Not long after we reunited, we were about to leave again.

Rong Yan's heart suddenly went cold.

Noticing the change in the woman's expression, Fu Jingsheng wrapped his fingers around her temples: "It's not too late to take the initiative now."

"Fu Jingsheng, do you have any wishes?" Rong Yan asked.

Fu Jingsheng sat down side by side with her: "Yes, remarry, have a few more, and form a football team."

Rong Yan reached out and patted Fu Jingsheng on the forehead: "You treat me like a sow."

"Seriously, do you have any wishes? For example, do you need money?"

"Very serious, that's it." Fu Jingsheng repeated word by word, "The wedding will be held when the weather gets warmer. If you like the sea, let's go to Sanya."

"If you like Fengguanxia Phi, we will hold a Chinese-style wedding on the beach. However, we may have to rent a large sedan in Sanya. Otherwise, if we set off from Tiancheng to marry you, it will take a few years until I arrive."

"What else do you like?" Fu Jingsheng asked suddenly as he spoke?

"Would you like to invite a celebrity?"

"No." Rong Yan shook her head, but she didn't dare to look at Fu Jingsheng.

The woman's lips moved slightly: "I'm asking you for your wish. Why do you say what I like?"

"Your wish is my wish." He rubbed her hair with his palms and kissed her, "I lack nothing but you, and I need you to sleep in the same bed with me every day."

Rong Yan leaned on his shoulder: "Okay, my wish is that you are happy every day, your children are happy every day, and the people I care about are happy every day."

"As ordered." Fu Jingsheng sat up straight and replied.

He has two children, his wife is back, and he is soaked in a honey pot. It is hard for him not to be happy.

Rong Yan licked her lips: "Do you want to be happier? Do it again?"

Fu Jingsheng counted silently in his heart, it had been three times since the morning.

Is there no tomorrow? Squeeze them all today?

"Rong Yan, are you going on a business trip tomorrow?"

The woman shakes her head.

"I'm not on a business trip, what about you?" Fu Jingsheng asked.

Rong Yan leaned lazily against the glass: "Your estrus has passed, and my estrus has arrived. I miss you so much today."

Fu Jingsheng:......

Rong Yan took Fu Jingsheng's arm and continued to act coquettishly: "Are you coming? It's the last time."

"Let me smoke a cigarette." Fu Jingsheng wanted to calm down by smoking.

"Okay, let me light it for you." Rong Yan held up the lighter.

She couldn't see the man's melancholy face amid the curls of smoke.

Fu Jingsheng was in a mess. Those few steps just now were not good enough. If he tried it again, he might not be able to satisfy Rong Yan.

How to do it? How can a man say he surrenders?

A thirty-year-old woman who looks like a wolf must be too scary.

While Fu Jingsheng was smoking, Rong Yan looked up at the stars. She wondered if there was such a beautiful night scene where Zhao Wenbai held her under house arrest.

A few minutes later, the man returned to the glass room.

There is a faint scent of tobacco on the body.

"Finished?"

"Well, the night is so beautiful today." The man wanted to talk to Rong Yan again.

But she saw Rong Yan lying down directly, facing the sky, with a smile in her eyes: "Fu Jingsheng, I want to look at the stars and do it."

She had seen the most beautiful scenery in the world under him.

In the future, when she recalls that she and Fu Jingsheng were together, the scenery was so beautiful, and she will feel happy.

"Come here and see who is more brilliant, me or the stars." She kept stretching out her hand.

Fu Jingsheng held it as if possessed.

He carefully sat next to her, fearing to block her view of the starry sky.

"Brighter than the stars." Fu Jingsheng came to this conclusion with just a glance, "I like your eyes the most, so at that time, every time I saw you staring at me, I would close my eyes, not daring to look, for fear of One look at it and you can’t control yourself.”

"Awkward?" Rong Yan's tone curved, "Is that so?" She turned sideways and winked at Fu Jingsheng.

"What a coincidence, I like your eyes too." Rong Yan firmly grasped Fu Jingsheng's shoulders and pulled her towards her.

Soon, she was enveloped in the shadows.

Her fingertips slid over Fu Jingsheng's smooth lines, and Rong Yan used the strength of her waist to bring her lips to Fu Jingsheng's cheek.

"You come," she said.

From time to time, a few leaves fell from the big withered trees in the yard, falling on the glass roof and making a hoarse sound when blown by the wind.

The two people in the glass room were in a state of shock.