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

Rong Yan hangs on Fu Jingsheng's waist.

Under the man's kiss, Rong Yan felt dizzy, and something suddenly occurred to her while she was breathing.

The woman leaned back and pinched the man's chest muscles with her hands: "Fu Jingsheng, you want it so much. Rong Bing has been by your side for seven years, has he really never touched her?"

Why doesn't she believe it? Obviously this man wants it anytime and anywhere.

Fu Jingsheng bit Rong Yan's lip a little hard, as if he was retaliating for her nonsense, and then said: "Don't think of me so dirty, you are a woman in my eyes, and other women are just people."

Rong Yan blinked her long eyelashes and continued to ask: "Don't you want a kiss?"

Fu Jingsheng took a deep breath: "No."

"Am I your first time?"

"Yes."

"Rong Yan, am I your first time?" Fu Jingsheng asked.

"Yes."

"Have you never considered Ye Jianming?"

"No."

"Only let me sleep with you?" Fu Jingsheng asked quickly.

"Fu Jingsheng, do you want to do it or not? If you don't want to sleep, I'm so annoyed." Rong Yan was put on the bed, and Fu Jingsheng interrogated her like a prisoner. She was the one who asked the question first.

Fu Jingsheng stood up and took a sip of tea: "Do it."

"I see you're in a hurry." He sat beside the bed, tilted his head and smiled evilly, stretched out his hand, and the yoga hammock suddenly hung down from the ceiling, right in the middle of the bed.

"Aerial hammock." Rong Yan was surprised. She just entered the bedroom and only wanted to take a shower, but she didn't realize that Fu Jingsheng had installed this thing.

There's no way he wants to practice yoga? Rong Yan understood.

"Try this." Fu Jingsheng pulled hard a few times, and the hammock's elasticity was just right.

Rong Yan has practiced aerial yoga, but for two people, it’s shameful to think about it.

When the woman was stunned, she was already carried into the hammock by Fu Jingsheng.

The soft rope began to lose its control, and the two of them fumbled for a while and finally found a solution.

The knot was buttoned down, Rong Yan sat on the hammock, and Fu Jingsheng slept face up on the bed.

The man controls the rope and moves the woman up and down.

The room was filled with ambiguity.

The two of them figured out the direction, and Fu Jingsheng pulled the rope harder.

"It hurts." With the power of the hanging rope, Rong Yan fell heavily on Fu Jingsheng again and again, hard and accurately.

Fu Jingsheng paused: "Let me make it lighter."

Jingle Bell--

He Wei called Fu Jingsheng.

He chose wedding themes at the hotel. There were three blue themes, which needed to be finalized by the boss himself. Time was tight, otherwise he would not call at night.

Fu Jingsheng and Rong Yan were furious, completely ignoring the ringing of the phone.

Jingle Bell--

A series of noises.

"Look who it is? It's probably urgent, so I'll take the call first." Rong Yan lost some interest due to the noise from the ringing.

Fu Jingsheng turned over and took the mobile phone on the bedside table. When he saw the name on the caller ID, he became angry.

"What's the matter, making so many calls?" The man's tone was obviously displeased.

"I sent you three photos. You let my wife choose. I'll wait at the wedding company." He Wei estimated that he had ruined the boss's good deeds, but he had to choose a theme today, and he couldn't wait all night.

Fu Jingsheng opened the dialog box and showed it to Rong Yan. The woman chose Night Sky Star Dream.

After telling He Wei the result, Fu Jingsheng added: "Don't call me tonight if you can solve it tomorrow."

I'm in high spirits.

He Wei agreed.

The couple's yoga continued in the bedroom. Before Rong Yan even jumped up or down, her cell phone rang again: I want to make money, I want to get rich...

The magical voice makes the ambiguous atmosphere weird.

"I'll answer the phone." Rong Yan just changed the ringtone and forgot to mute it.

Shen Xingzhi couldn't wait to share the good news with her best friends.

Seeing that the call was connected, she said: "Rong Yan, the senior has confessed to me. Did I take advantage of your luck in getting the certificate? He will come to Tiancheng tomorrow."

"He wants to end his long-distance relationship and come to work in my city."

Rong Yan was really happy for her best friend. She sat on the hammock and chatted with Shen Xingzhi, seeming to have forgotten what she had not finished.

Fu Jingsheng waited nakedly for five minutes, ten minutes...the phone calls continued.

Are they planning to talk for hours?

Fu Jingsheng took the initiative, putting a pillow under his waist, raising himself up and getting closer to Rong Yan.

Rong Yan even forgot that Fu Jingsheng was below, and the numbness stirred up under her body made her make strange noises.

The woman quickly covered her mouth and raised her foot to kick Fu Jingsheng.

"Rong Yan, are you listening?"

"Yeah." Rong Yan reluctantly hummed.

Fu Jingsheng is still acting dishonestly down there.

Shen Xingzhi was telling a story and asked Rong Yan: "He is thirty years old. Isn't it a little late to start over in another city?"

"Rong Yan, Rong Yan." Shen Xingzhi shouted several times when there was no answer from the other end.

Rong Yan held her breath: "It's not... too late."

Fu Jingsheng smiled evilly to see how long she could endure it.

"Are you short of breath?" Shen Xingzhi asked, not knowing what her best friend was doing.

"No, tell me." Rong Yan pretended to be calm, the rosy color on her face had reached her neck, and the words she responded to came out of her mouth one by one, unable to speak coherently.

Shen Xingzhi was so immersed in the sweetness of her senior's confession that she didn't notice anything unusual about her best friend.

After being rubbed for twenty minutes, Rong Yan was able to hold back the sweat. A few clumps of wet hair stuck to her cheeks, and the sweat fell down from her hair to her collarbone.

Fu Jingsheng took a look and found that his wife was too tempting.

The tip of his tongue writes words on his collarbone.

All the pores on Rong Yan's body were opened.

"What are you talking about? The new number is not good, so I hung up." Rong Yan surrendered, and she hung up on her best friend.

Fu Jingsheng pulled her off the sling and pressed her on the bed.

Instead of doing all these fancy things, he had to hurry up.

Jingle Bell--

Just as he raised Rong Yan's hands above her head, the phone rang again.

No matter who was calling, Fu Jingsheng was immediately annoyed: "You all have trouble with my sex life tonight, right?"

"Er... I'm sorry." Han Yue was yelled at for no reason. Didn't Fu Jingsheng ask her to call back after seeing the news?

"Mom." Fu Jingsheng's face turned blue and white.

Hearing Fu Jingsheng calling her mother, in connection with what she just said, Rong Yan wanted to die where she was.

"What are you having trouble with?" Han Yue asked.

"Mom, I'm working overtime in the company for meetings to train them." Fu Jingsheng found a random reason.

Han Yue had just arrived home. In the villa next door, she looked at the wedding room of her son and daughter-in-law. The lights were on in the bedroom on the second floor: "Oh, I was at grandma's side and saw that the lights in your bedroom were on. I thought I was at home. You asked me to You call me back, what’s the matter?”

Fu Jingsheng's mind exploded. His mother had already arrived home, so his lie had been exposed. The man felt guilty and said, "It's okay. I'll just ask you when you'll be back."

"Just got home. Son, come back early after working overtime. See you tomorrow." Han Yue hung up the phone.

No longer in the mood, Rong Yan lay on the bed: "Go to sleep."

Fu Jingsheng was a little helpless: "But I have been swollen for so long and have been preparing for so long. Either you touch me." His voice softened.