Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Fu Xin looked at Tang Ruan Guangjie's back, trying to restrain his urge to have a nosebleed.

"Ruan Ruan, this, this is not good, it's too sudden, and it's in the wilderness, I didn't prepare anything"

While talking, Mr. Fu quickly took off his clothes and pants.

Tang Ruan turned her head, glanced at the man standing there wearing only a pair of sexy black boxers, and slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Fu Xin looked at the person who was slowly walking towards him, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, feeling that the blood in his body was about to flow backwards.

Tang Ruan is really white, and a certain place is really pink. Every line of the body is breathtakingly beautiful. It is a kind of beauty that combines softness and strength, which makes Fu Xin feel ashamed just by looking at it. Beat the drum.

Fu Xin watched Tang Ruan walk up to him, and put a hand on his chest.

Fu Xin was excited!

Just as he was about to hold Tang Ruan's hand, his eyes suddenly went dark, and something covered the top of his head.

A warm steam steamed his face, Fu Xin raised his hand and pulled it, it was a hot towel.

"Take some hot water and wipe it off."

Tang Ruan put on a long-sleeved pajamas in front of him, and looked meaningfully at a certain part of Fu Xin's abdomen below his thigh and above his thigh.

"Or if you want to take a cold shower to cool off."

I don't know if it was smoked by the hot towel or what, but two blushes of confusion appeared on Fu Xin's face.

"Ruan Ruan, you're a bit bad today."

Fu Xin held the towel and complained in a low voice.

Tang Ruan turned her back, but still couldn't help laughing.

I really want the employees of Fu's Group to see how pitiful their prince is, and it will absolutely instantly overturn Fu Xin's decades-long indifferent and domineering image.

After the two of them wiped their bodies hastily, Tang Ruan started squatting in front of the stove and cooking dinner for the two of them again.

After a day of tossing around, he was already hungry. While washing rice, he asked Fu Xin if he was hungry. Fu Xin stared at the bacon in the basket several times, and then said he was not hungry.

Tang Ruan: "I believe in your evil."

Everything else can be counted on Fu Xin, except for cooking.

None of the men in the Fu family can cook. Even Fu Yuandai, who loves his wife to heaven, can only cook eggs well.As for whether it is vague or not, it all depends on God's will.

Before there was a sugar bowl, Tang Ruan was also a young master who didn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers. With such a poor cooking skill, he was forced to hone it.

Later, Wu Zhuoyi became his manager (lao), Ji (ma) and person (zi), and he almost forgot this skill.

Tang Ruan squatted next to the vegetable basket and tossed for a long time, and finally decided to make bacon rice. This time he cut up the remaining half of the bacon. When the rice was about to be steamed, Tang Ruan added some fresh vegetables to the pot. Two more eggs were cracked on top.

"Ruan Ruan, why do I feel like you're feeding pigs?" Fu Xin swallowed as he smelled the smell of rice.

"You're pretty self-aware."

While cooking, Tang Ruan boiled a pot of ginger soup in a small pot, put a bowl in front of Fu Xin, and ordered concisely: "暍."

Fu Xin leaned against the edge of the bowl and took a sip, and immediately showed an expression as if he had eaten shit.

Tang Ruan knew that Fu Xin didn't like ginger, and if he put ginger in his usual dishes, it would be like killing him.

So he specially boiled a pot of super thick.

"Mi Guang, don't eat if there is only one drop left."

Fu Xin was holding the bowl, with tears in his eyes.

This is domestic violence, this is Hong Guoguo's domestic violence!

Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Fu Xin held his breath and drank the whole bowl in one go.

Tang Ruan was adding firewood to the stove, when suddenly, a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind and pulled him over.

Before he realized what was going on, Tang Ruan felt his lips wet, and the tip of his nose brushed a faint familiar aroma, as well as the smell of spicy ginger.

Tang Ruan was startled, turned around and pulled out a firewood from the stove, lifted it up and was about to beat someone up.

"Fu Xin, you're fat, aren't you?!"

The fucking society suddenly attacked, and today Tang Ruan had to beat him until he barked!

Fu Xin didn't hide either, he pointed to the empty soup bowl beside him, and licked the corner of his lips eagerly.

"I'm done listening to Ruan Ruan's words. It's not too much to ask for a sweet reward, right?"

"Not too much." Tang Ruan took a deep breath, anyway, it wasn't the first day he knew that this bastard was shameless, "Then you should get rid of that pot, huh?"

Fu Xin leaned against the wall, hugged his shoulders, and looked at the person in front of him with a smile in his eyes.

He only wore Tang Ruan's black vest on his upper body. The vest was a bit small and was stretched tightly against his body, showing the man's beautiful muscular lines and perfect inverted triangle figure.

"A bowl of kisses?"

To be honest, Fu Xin felt that he could kiss Tang Ruan for lack of oxygen.

Holding the firewood stick, Tang Ruan was taken aback by the man's sinister smile.

"Kiss your mother's head, get out and serve the meal!"

Fu Xin smiled, hummed a song and went to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Tang Ruan squatted in front of the stove, pursed his mouth and stuffed firewood into the stove.

The light of the fire made her fair and tender face red, and Tang Ruan gritted her teeth a little angrily.

Is he an innocent little white flower who has never seen the world before?How come looking at that bastard still makes his heart beat faster? !