Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

"Has A Qing given massage like this to other people? He's so skilled." Wei Xi changed into a comfortable position and snuggled into He Qing's arms, enjoying his service. The pain in her small waist was dissipating little by little.

"There is no one else but you." He Qing squeezed her waist, his deep black eyes were nostalgic and gentle.

The little beauty in his arms was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He had not had a single wave of heart for anyone in more than twenty years, but he gave her to her the first time he saw her.

He Qing enjoyed the work of taking care of the little beauty.

The little beauty smiled sweetly in his arms, raised her hand and picked up a piece of sweet and sour short ribs to feed him: "Aqing, I'm full, I'll feed you."

He Qing didn't refuse. He was naturally very happy that the little beauty could take the initiative to feed him.

Wei Xi took a small half bowl of rice and put it into his mouth bit by bit: "Aqing, don't just think about me. You have to eat well yourself. What if your stomach is starved?"

Looking at the little beauty who looked at him, he didn't show any impatience. She fed him seriously and spoke words of concern for him. He Qing's eyebrows were filled with a smile: "The baby is so good today."

Wei Xi snorted.

After lunch, the two sat side by side on the sofa and watched TV.

Wei Xi recently followed an ancient puppet show that was being filmed and broadcast at the same time. Two episodes were just updated last night, but she hasn't watched it yet.

He Qing was processing documents on the computer, and he didn't forget to fork a piece of fruit from the fruit plate to feed the little beauty.

After He Qing finished processing the last document and closed the computer, he caught a glimpse of the little beauty watching a TV series beside him with tears falling down her cheeks.

He held her on his lap distressedly, raised his hand to wipe her tears, and coaxed her softly: "Baby, the above is just acting according to the script. It's all fake. Baby, don't you like the current development of the plot? , I'll ask Ji Ang to revise the rest of the script right away, okay? Stop crying."

Is this the benefit of being a fiancé to a capitalist boss?

If you don’t like the plot, just change one word!

Wei Xi felt a little relieved and put her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his chest: "No, don't change it."

If you change the script in the middle of a half-shot drama, there is a high chance that it will overturn.

He Qing kissed the girl's smooth forehead and said dotingly and indulgently: "Okay, if you don't change it, let them shoot according to the script."

"Well, Aqing, kiss~"

Wei Xi raised her head and kissed He Qing's lips. After the kiss, she felt the man's aura change!

He Qing was not satisfied with her fleeting kiss, so he grabbed the little beauty who was about to run away when she got angry and pulled her back, lifted her delicate little chin and kissed her full red lips.

Wei Xi pushed him away angrily: "Aqing, I was wrong, I don't want it anymore..."

He Qing lowered his eyes and looked at the beautiful woman under him. The white bathrobe slipped from her shoulders, revealing the beige suspender nightgown and her beautiful figure. Her beautiful almond eyes were filled with water, and her eyes were reddish. Painted in red.

Did she know that looking like this would kill him.

He Qing's Adam's apple rolled and his eyes narrowed dangerously. He leaned down against her body, touched her face with his warm palms, and whispered a few words in her ear.

Wei Xi blushed, as expected of Fu Junyu, such words came out of his mouth.

She cried and begged him to let her poor self go, but the more she cried, the less humane the man became. Later, he even coaxed her to call him Brother Qing.

Brother Qing, brother Qing?

Wei Xi didn't have the energy to think at all. She didn't know whether she fell asleep or passed out from exhaustion.