After the fake pregnancy, I was spoiled by the wealthy boss

The sound of the piano is melodious, but Ruan Tang is wrapped in strong feelings.

Ruan Tang, who was obsessed with Fu Yaoshen's departure direction, couldn't help but pause.

He couldn't help turning his head to look along the rhythm of the infinite emotion.

Then she fell into a pair of eyes as deep as the sea, filled with infinite tenderness, pampering and rare fiery eyes.

Four eyes facing each other.

Ruan Tang slowly opened his eyes wide.

The man sitting in front of the piano and playing the piano gracefully is not Fu Yaoshen who just left!

Ruan Tang looked at Fu Yaoshen in astonishment.

He saw Fu Yaoshen smiling slightly at him.

Then I saw Fu Yao opened his mouth, and his deep and sexy voice perfectly blended into the sound of the piano: "For my little husband."

Then the sound of the piano rose suddenly.

Emotions like raging fire surged in, pulling Ruan Tang into an emotional vortex belonging to Fu Yaoshen.

Warm yet gentle.

It seems to be the usual Fu Yaoshen, but it is not like the usual Fu Yaoshen.

In the past, Fu Yaoshen was always calm and reserved.

Treating Ruan Tang is always gentle and considerate.

Only occasional intimacy will reveal the predatory and possessive nature of his bones.

And now, this piano piece—

Even if Ruan Tang doesn't understand music, he can still feel Fu Yaoshen's passionate but unspoken strong emotions in it.

Fu Yaoshen was confessing his love to him through the song.

To show his possessiveness, to tell his Nguyen Tang's feelings...

The song is over.

Ruan Tang recovered from the piano music.

He wept happily and in a trance.

It turned out that Fu Yaoshen also liked him so much.

Not because of marriage, not because of responsibilities...and not because of the baby in the womb.

Ruan Tang should feel at ease, but now he only feels that he is getting more and more dirty.

He narrowed his eyes.

He is not worthy of such Fu Yaoshen.

A transparent tear slid down his face.

A well-knit palm reached out to catch it.

Immediately afterwards, Ruan Tang's head was covered with a familiar palm: "Why are you crying? Don't you like it?"

Ruan Tang shook his head.

He raised his head, looked seriously at Fu Yaoshen standing in front of him, and tried hard to hold back his tears: "I like it."

He got up from his seat, threw himself into Fu Yaoshen's arms, and emphasized seriously: "I really like it."

Fu Yao bowed his head deeply, held Ruan Tang's cheeks, gently wiped Ruan Tang's cheeks with his thumbs, wiped away the tears on his face, and then whispered: "Baby, will you accept this feeling?"

Ruan Tang nodded heavily: "I will try my best to treasure it."

Fu Yao smiled deeply.

Applause of blessings sounded around.

Before leaving, Ruan Tang twitched and tugged at the corner of Fu Yaoshen's clothes.

Fu Yaoshen turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Huh? What's the matter?"

Ruan Tang bit her lip, and said, "Husband, can you get the monitoring just now?"

He looked at Fu Yaoshen anxiously: "I want to keep it."

Fu Yao looked at him deeply, "Well, but I got someone to take a picture."

"Wanna see?"

Fu Yao, who is planning ahead, hires professionals.

The resulting video is the same as shooting a TV series, romantic and beautiful, and Ruan Tang's heart is pounding.

Ruan Tang was very satisfied after reading it, and asked someone to send it to his mobile phone and save it as a treasure.

From now on, he will take it out to look at it every day.

These are the spiritual food for his later memories.

The two walked around the tower for a while, took a lot of photos, and then turned to the battlefield.

They are like every ordinary couple. After a satisfying and romantic dinner, they come to the cinema and watch a love movie with popcorn and Coke.

It's just that this movie hides a knife.

It was obviously a movie dedicated to harvesting couples released on Qixi Festival. In front of it, sugar was crazily sprinkled, the sweet people blushed and their hearts beat, but in the end it ended in a tragic end.

Ruan Tang, like the sentimental women in the same room, couldn't help scolding the screenwriter while crying, saying that a good festival needs to be handed out with a knife.

The difference is that he cried worse than those girls.

He thought of himself.

Empathy, heart like a knife...

Fu Yao, who was crying Ruan Tang, wished he could bury the theater together with the film producer.

Ruan Tang grabbed Fu Yaoshen's clothes and sat in the car, greeting the screenwriter angrily: "It's too much, why did you let the two separate? They love each other so much, but there is no result. Today is Qixi Festival! When I go back, I must Check the address of the screenwriter and director, I want to send them the blade!"

Fu Yaoshen echoed: "I'll check for you."

Ruan Tang fierce: "They are too hateful!"

Gu Ruan Tang was pregnant, after watching the movie, Fu Yaoshen took Ruan Tang home.

Ruan Tang originally wanted to create more memories with Fu Yaoshen, and after leaving, she would slowly reminisce by herself.

When the misunderstanding was uncovered in the afternoon, Ruan Tang fell into the spit on herself.

Originally holding a little hope, wanting to procrastinate to the last moment to confess, wanting to stay by Fu Yaoshen's side forever, these self-ideas all collapsed after being exposed to the truth.

Ruan Tang realized how terrible she was when she made the fake pregnancy scam.

He felt that he was hideous, greedy and ugly!

He lied to Fu Yaoshen for so long, yet he still imagined that Fu Yaoshen could forgive him.

But why should he?

What qualifications do I have when I am useless and full of lies?

Use the feelings of this period to continue to kidnap Fu Yaoshen?

Use their marriage certificate?

He should be far away from Fu Yaoshen who is so dirty.

Far away no longer dirty Fu Yaoshen's eyes.

Ruan Tang, who fell into this emotion, decided to escape.

But before escaping, he selfishly wanted to store more memories of him and Fu Yaoshen.

After taking a shower, Ruan Tang came out in her pajamas.

He watched Fu Yaoshen walk into the bathroom, the two hands hanging in front of him kept intertwining and stirring.

In the end, desire/thought prevailed.

He bit his lip, walked to the bed nervously and nervously, then squatted down, and mustered up the courage to open the bottom cabinet.

Lubricants and condoms of various flavors immediately occupied his sight.

Ruan Tang's cheeks were flushed.

But he still endured his shyness, calmed himself down, and stretched out his hand to carefully select.

These things were specially sent by Fu's mother last time.

It's just that Fu Yao cared deeply about his pregnant body and endured it all the time, even though the doctor said that he could have intercourse in three months.

Various fruity floral aromas.

Ruan Tang was almost dazzled.

He compared and tangled one by one, and finally his eyes fell on the dried roses sealed in the photo frame by the bedside.

A plucked rose always faces withering and withering.

At that time, Ruan Tang didn't understand, but she still couldn't bear to throw away the rose that Fu Yaoshen gave him for the first time.

So he checked the information, and asked Uncle Yang for advice, and finally made the rose into a dried flower.

Only for permanent preservation.

Ruan Tang looked at it for a while.

Then pick out a rose-scented one from the pile of lubricating oils.

When picking out the condom/condom, the temperature on his face became even hotter.

Enduring his shyness, he recalled the close relationship with Fu Yaoshen before.

The fingers kept opening and closing, where they briefly touched Fu Yaoshen's place.

Ruan Tang's face turned even redder.

Fu Yaoshen seems to be very...

He lowered his head, quickly picked out the largest model from the cabinet, and closed the cabinet forcefully without looking at other introductions.

Ruan Tang held two things and quickly climbed onto the bed.

He lifted the quilt to cover himself tightly, and before he acted, he nervously glanced at the bathroom door, fearing that Fu Yaoshen would suddenly run out.

White fingers touched the buttons of the pajamas under the blanket.

Nervously, Ruan Tang peeled himself clean, and then opened the rose-scented ointment like a thief.

When Fu Yaoshen came out, the lights in the room had been turned off, leaving only a dim night light.

He paused, then relaxed.

The person on the bed was wrapped in a tight quilt and closed his eyes tightly. When Fu Yaoshen approached, his black eyelashes blinked uneasily several times.

Fu Yao moved his nose slightly, and smelled a faint fragrance of roses.

He didn't think much of it.

He just looked at Ruan Tang for a few seconds, then leaned down slightly, and gently placed his hot lips on the center of Ruan Tang's eyebrows.

"Good night."

Fu Yao said softly, then got up and turned around.

He just took a step, and was grabbed by the pajamas by a force.

"Don't go!"

Ruan Tang tried to persuade her to stay in a panic.

His fingers were clenched tightly, and the joints turned white from the force.

He was lying on the bed, looking at Fu Yaoshen wistfully and pitifully.

Fu Yaoshen turned around.

Seeing that the little husband who had closed his eyes just now has opened those beautiful eyes.

Even with dim lights.

Fu Yaoshen still saw Ruan Tang's eyes that seemed to be covered with rouge.

Gorgeous and alluring.

And in those glazed eyes, a thin layer of mist was covered.

Fu Yaoshen looked down.

He saw half of the delicate collarbone exposed from the quilt slightly opened by one hand, then the round and white shoulders, and finally the white arm that was pulling his clothes hard.

Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

His little husband seemed to be—

No clothes!

Fu Yaoshen's thoughts went blank for a moment.

However, before he could do anything, the arm holding him exerted another force.

Then a white and warm body pressed him down on the bed...

Ruan Tang was tired and fell asleep.

Fu Yao hugged Ruan Tang deeply, patted Ruan Tang's back lightly, coaxing him to sleep deeper and deeper.

After Ruan Tang fell asleep completely, he quietly got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower again, and then walked to the study.

He was hooked tonight.

The little husband's taste was so sweet and delicious that it almost made him lose his composure.

If it wasn't for touching the bulging belly, I'm afraid it would be absurd tonight and hurt the little husband.

With deep eyes, Fu Yao raised his hand to touch his bitten and ripped lips.

His thoughts could not help but fall into the previous charm.

It seems that the tip of the nose can still smell the faint and alluring rose fragrance.

Even the fingers...

The feeling of warmth and tightness is still there.

Even after taking a cold shower, it was just a memory at this moment, and there was another violent reaction there.

A strong sense of presence cannot be ignored.

Fu Yaoshen walked into the study room, ignored the feeling there with a cold face, and turned on the computer.

Since the fire can't be vented tonight, I will deal with the work left over from today.

He looked at the calendar beside him, and there were only a few days left until the concert.

The author has something to say: Old Fu, the legendary ninja!

感谢在2020-08-2823:58:03~2020-08-2923:56:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 small core heart;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 124 bottles of You Xi; 1 bottle of Pei Tingsong;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!