After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

Finally arrived at the destination, after Du Ke helped Han Qi lift Fu Juntong upstairs, he almost escaped and left here.

It's a joke, if he continues to stay here as a light bulb, if the boss wakes up tomorrow, if he still remembers, he will encounter a dark shark.

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Han Qi didn't say anything to persuade him to stay. He didn't know Du Ke well, so he didn't know what to say. What's more, there was Fu Juntong who needed to take care of him.

Although he doesn't drink much himself, but at the company's annual meeting before, he saw that many of his colleagues were drunk, and they might have made a fuss, which was completely different from his usual quiet appearance.

Although, so far, except for the little information he heard on the phone, the Fu Juntong he saw was doing well, and he didn't get into a fuss because he was drunk.

Although I don't listen to what he said in small details, at least the general direction is correct.

After all, he went home when he was asked to go home, and went upstairs when he was asked to go upstairs. This way, Han Qi was already very satisfied.

Fu Juntong's room was next to him, and it was unlocked, so Han Qi easily opened the door and walked in.

He exerted a little force on his hands, supporting Fu Juntong.

It's strange to say that when I was in the hotel just now, my feet were still unsteady, and I couldn't breathe when I walked with him in my arms. Why did I not walk steadily when I returned home?

Got more alcohol?

Although he didn't understand, Han Qi still helped Fu Juntong to sit on the bed without complaint, and then loosened his tie so that he would be more comfortable.

Han Qi didn't wear a tie very often, so he was not very proficient in his technique, so he took a few tries before he could untie it.

Fu Juntong was sitting and obediently let Han Qi move, but when Han Qi wanted to take off Fu Jun's tie, he suddenly grabbed Han Qi's wrist.

"How did you get in here?" Fu Juntong looked straight at Han Qi, his face suddenly sank, and his eyes seemed a little clear.

?Fu Juntong woke up?

Is it so fast.

Having said that, this was the first time he entered Fu Juntong's bedroom. He was drunk before, and it was normal to be unhappy. Han Qi apologized immediately:

"Sorry, I thought..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Juntong pressed his index finger to his lips, forcing him to stop.

Fu Juntong stood up suddenly, lowered his head, and approached him. The warm and humid breath blew on his sensitive earlobe, making Han Qi involuntarily want to take a step back.

But because Fu Juntong had firmly grasped his wrist, he was in a dilemma for a while.

"Are you the person they're looking for me?" The already deep voice became even hoarse under the influence of alcohol, creating a vague ambiguity in this not so spacious space.

Han Qi seemed to have got a little bit of Fu Juntong's current state. If Fu Juntong was sober, he would never be able to say this to him, and he was clearly still awake.

"Didn't I say, don't give me away?" Fu Juntong held Han Qi's wrist with one hand, and pinched Han Qi's chin with the other hand, forcing him to look at himself. fixed use.

"However, you are not annoying to me at all." Fu Juntong moved closer to Han Qi's neck, and the tip of his tall nose lightly touched the sensitive skin.

Han Qi was ticklish all over his body, especially his neck.Immediately, he twisted his body and struggled to shake off his hand, but Fu Juntong grabbed him even tighter.

He let go of Han Qi's chin, turned to his back instead, and pulled him into his arms.

"Man, you are an exception." The vague atmosphere, ambiguous/ambiguous atmosphere, this was originally a dangerous scene, but it was completely broken by Fu Juntong's words full of ancient domineering.

"Okay, okay, I am, I am." Han Qi replied perfunctorily.He just wanted Fu Juntong to settle down now.

Han Qi was getting used to the scene of Ba Zong's quotations.He would have been so embarrassed that he would buckle the castle, but now he was just habitually embarrassed twice and it was over.

There is really progress.

But Fu Juntong seemed to hear the perfunctory in Han Qi's tone, he frowned, obviously a little unhappy.

"I mean, you're the exception, you're the exception to me."

The more Fu Jun thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't just let it go. Seeing that Han Qi didn't believe it, he emphasized it more solemnly.

His love talk skill point has obviously reached the full level at this moment.

Han Qi was immediately seduced by this sentence.

In his impression, Fu Juntong has always been not good at words, not that he can't speak, but that he has never heard this kind of possessive content that is close to a lover's world.

Seeing that Han Qi stopped talking, Fu Juntong looked a little satisfied, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He raised Han Qi's face and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at it, the happier he became.

Drunk people always lack a little self-control ability. With a sudden thought, he pushed Han Qi down on the bed.

The moment his back touched the soft bed, Han Qi felt a little dazed.

Although Fu Juntong seemed to move quickly, he was actually very careful and didn't use much strength. Even though he was not sober now, he was very careful to protect Han Qi's waist and abdomen so that he would not be injured.

So Han Qi didn't feel any pain at all, but was a little dazed.

"What's the matter?" The current posture is very dangerous. He is almost completely imprisoned by Fu in the small world below him today. The distance is very close, and the breaths of each other blend together, which makes Han Qi feel instinctively. Danger.

He made a couple of push-off movements with his hands, but found that Fu Juntong didn't move at all, and he was doing nothing.

"I want to sleep with you."

As he said that, he planned to hug Han Qi and roll directly into the quilt.

"Wait!" In desperation, Han Qi immediately shouted loudly, "Think about who I am!"

How did this become a wife again?

"You are my wife." Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi's face full of disbelief, pursed his mouth, and there was a familiar expression on his face, which Han Qi couldn't help but feel wronged.

"Wife, don't you want me?"

Han Qi was shocked, Han Qi didn't even know how he suddenly became a wife.

He's not yet 19 years old, it's illegal to marry at this age.

Big brother, wake up a little bit.

Seeing that Han Qi ignored him, Fu Juntong felt wronged on his own, that's all. He was wronged and started to mutter:

"I married you back with a huge sum of money!" Fu Juntong had a fierce face, but his tone was not tough at all: "You were in debt back then, and in order to pay off the debt, you volunteered to be my little wife!"

"How much did you spend?" Han Qi asked back, why didn't he know that he and Fu Juntong still had this problem.

"8000 yuan." Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi and spoke confidently.

8000 yuan?Han Qi did some calculations, and found that this price was almost the same as the [-]% discount for the computer that Fu Juntong had sold to him before.

Good guy, it's really good.

Han Qi laughed angrily.

This co-authoring is a different script. It turned out to be a little lover sent to the door by a partner, but now it is the familiar marriage agreement of selling one's body to repay debts? !

Fu Juntong's attainments in this field of literature are really profound.

It's just that other people are all billionaire wives and sky-high little lovers. How come he has only 8000 yuan left. Don't bring such a wife.

Bah, bah, who is his wife.

"You think it's beautiful."

Seeing Fu Juntong's serious, extraordinarily serious expression, Han Qi didn't know what he was going to say.

Sensing the weakening of Fu Juntong's restraint on him, Han Qi quickly took this opportunity to push Fu Juntong away and sat up.

"8000 yuan, what are you thinking? Other people's tyrants start with eight figures, and you only have eight thousand. Tell me, is this reasonable?"

After Fu Juntong was pushed away by Han Qi, he didn't sit up in a hurry. Instead, he lay down on the bed, but even so, he put his hands on Han Qi again.

Han Qi looked down at Fu Juntong and saw that his face was serious and his brows were tightly furrowed. He was clearly thinking about this issue seriously.

But obviously the current Fu Juntong couldn't figure it out for a while. He calmed down and pondered for a while. He didn't want to understand this topic, and then he simply didn't think about it.

He suddenly sat up again and hugged Han Qi again.

He buried his head in Han Qi's neck, playing a rogue while drunk.

Fu Juntong, who was drunk, had a much sharper intuition than usual.Although he couldn't figure it out, he intuitively realized that he couldn't continue to be in a stalemate with Han Qi over the amount of debt repayment, and had to change the topic.

"I don't care, you come home with me, then you are mine, no matter what, you are now my little wife who sells herself to pay off the debt." Fu Juntong rarely spoke too loudly, as if he wanted to rely on his own volume Cover up your inner guilt.

"Then I'm your benefactor, and my little wife is going to serve the benefactor."

He was still a little guilty at first, but the more he spoke, the more confident he became.

Hearing his rogue-like speech, Han Qi felt that his previous understanding of Fu Juntong might indeed be a little off.

They all say the truth after drinking, so is this the real Fu Juntong?

Could it be that the sand sculptures that appear occasionally are accidental revelations after Fu Juntong sealed himself?

Before Han Qi had finished thinking about what he was going to reply, Fu Juntong pushed Han Qi back onto the bed again.

This time it was not as restrained as before.

He directly lowered his head without hesitation, aiming at the slightly parted lips in surprise.

The two lips meet, and the soft touch is transmitted to each other in the nerves of the two people.

Fu Juntong stayed on the surface, bit it for a while, then took a deep breath, and forcefully knocked open Han Qi's teeth with the tip of his dexterous tongue.

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I came back from the physical examination, and I was paralyzed on the bed like a salted fish that has been exposed to the sun for three days and three nights