Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

After covering the thin blanket, he stared quietly at Wen Cheng's cheek.

Even when she fell asleep, Wen Cheng's brows were still frowning.

Looking at Fu Ling, she felt distressed.

He stretched out his hand, trying to smooth her, her brows frowned.

But he was afraid that Wen Orange would wake up and break this rare peaceful time.

So, he still didn't move.

Fu Ling sat there, just looking at Wen Cheng.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Cheng opened his eyes slowly, and Fu Ling looked away, pretending that he was asleep, and quickly closed his eyes.

Wen Cheng opened his eyes and woke up, and saw a thin blanket covering himself.

She frowned and glanced at Fu Ling.

She lifted the thin blanket and threw it to Fu Ling.

Fu Ling pretended to be awakened by Wen Cheng. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Cheng with some confusion.

"what happened?"

Wen Cheng ignored him, unfastened his seat belt, and left the small private room.

After walking around, she saw that everyone else was resting, so she didn't bother.

He took some pastries and milk and returned to his position again.

Fu Ling watched her come back with something to eat, and smiled and asked, "Hungry?"

Wen Orange still ignored him, sat down, took a carton of milk and opened it.

After drinking two bites of milk, she took a bite of bread.

Before the bread was swallowed, I suddenly heard Fu Ling shout.

"Don't move... You have something on your mouth..."

Wen Cheng frowned, looking at Fu Ling for unknown reasons.

Fu Ling condensed the white milk stain on her lips, and he swallowed unconsciously.

He took a tissue and slowly approached Wencheng.

"I'll wipe it off for you..."

Wen Cheng didn't want to be so close to him, so she leaned back.

Fu Ling's breathing was stagnant, and he looked at Wen Cheng with burning eyes.

At this moment, his breathing became a little heavy.

Wen Cheng retreated, he was near.

This time, his courage was far greater than before.

The temptation of the lips made him unable to extricate himself, and he could hardly control his behavior.

He pursed his thin lips and raised his hand to pinch Wen Cheng's jaw.

Wen Cheng frowned and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to help you get rid of the dirt on your mouth, don't move..." Fu Ling replied solemnly.

Wen Cheng faced his burning eyes, and her heart beat unconsciously and violently.

She bit her lip and warned in a low voice, "You don't need to wipe it, you let me go quickly..."

At this moment, Wen Orange was almost surrounded by Fu Ling's arms.

Fu Ling's fingers held her chin tightly, and she almost couldn't breathe.

The scorching breath, in circles, slowly splashed on her face, she didn't feel a little flustered.

This time, Fu Ling didn't flinch.

He didn't wait for Wen Cheng to resist, and his thin lips moved up, kissing Wen Cheng's lips very quickly.

Wen Cheng's eyes widened, looking at Fu Ling incredulously.

Fu Ling pursed her lips, pursing the milk stain on her lips.

After this squeeze, the soft touch made Fu Ling's eyes stained with blood red.

He tried his best to restrain the agitation that was about to rise in his body.

Then, he quickly left Wencheng.

Sit back to his place.

He pressed his heart, his beating heart, and smiled at Wen Orange: "It's clean, you can continue to eat cake."

Wen Cheng only felt that his head was blank.

She was stiff, staring at Fu Ling with wide eyes.

After a long while, she was relieved.

The next moment, her cheeks were red, and she raised her hand very annoyed, and slapped Fu Ling severely in the face.