After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

Han Qi was obviously very disturbed. The sense of unknown caused by the deprivation of his eyesight made him a little panicked, and his unaccustomed ears were not enough to help him judge his situation.

He moved his head very slightly to relieve the slightly strange sensation in his eyes.

He didn't dare to move too much, although he didn't quite understand why, but his intuition told him that if he made obvious evasive movements now, something would definitely happen.

Facts have proved that Han Qi's choice is very wise. Fu Juntong was really angry when he first came in. He felt that if he didn't teach Han Qi a lesson today, Han Qi might be more self-willed in the future.

But seeing Han Qi looking up at him, he was obviously panicked, his eyes were completely covered by his hands, but he didn't move or speak, just followed his strength and raised his head quietly.

Looking at it like this, Fu Juntong suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.

He sighed, and said softly to Han Qi, "You, you don't even notice when you look so bad." The anger when he first came in was gone from his voice, instead, there was a bit of pampering.

Forget it, he will pay more attention to Han Qi's body and his work and rest in the future.This time, he was a bit confused. It took so many days to realize that Han Qi was secretly working overtime in the room behind his back.

Sure enough, it was because they didn't live together.

Fu Juntong didn't show it on the face, but he already had a plan in his mind.

If Han Qi was still a little scared when Fu Juntong broke in, then after hearing Fu Juntong's tone of voice, he suddenly became more courageous.

He knew that Fu Juntong was not angry. The habit of being pampered for many days made him unsatisfied with the status quo and seek more favorable conditions for himself:

"Then can you let go of your hand now? It feels a little strange to keep it on my eyes."

Fu Juntong's hands covered his eyes. The skin of Fu Juntong's palms was a little rough and rubbed against the skin around his eyes. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy.

Han Qi also knew that he was asking for help from others, so his tone was extra soft.

But he didn't know that on such an occasion, such a tone of voice would not only not arouse tender love and affection, but would easily further awaken the possessive desire hidden deep in the heart of the person in front of him.

Fu Juntong is no exception.

There seemed to be thousands of thoughts whizzing through his mind, and the chaotic thoughts were as complicated as a ball of thread, but in the end, because he was afraid of scaring the person in front of him, he could only flatten them into a straight line and force himself to bear it.

However, that person didn't know how to restrain himself, and the voice repeated in his ears over and over again: "Is it okay, let it go, okay?"

Boundless delusions, desires are hard to fill.

Fu Juntong leaned over suddenly, bringing the two of them very close.

Han Qi sank into the large chair.

Originally, this chair was specially used for Han Qi. It was wider and softer than ordinary chairs. He was afraid that he would get tired after sitting for a long time, so he even put a soft cushion on it.

Han Qi likes this chair very much, even when he is free, he will come to sit there, but now, this soft and comfortable chair that he loves so much has become a tool to confine him.

He had nowhere to use his strength, nowhere to borrow strength, so he could only let Fu Juntong push him on the chair with a strong posture.

The cushions stopped his falling body and cut off his escape.

unavoidable.

Han Qi finally realized the danger of his situation belatedly.

This sense of crisis made him subconsciously raise a smile again:

"Brother Fu, what's wrong?"

No one answered.

Han Qi began to regret it now.

He should have realized as early as the first day when he was working overtime with Fu Juntong on his back that the car would overturn sooner or later. Has been cheating.

At least think about what to do if the car overturns.

If he had been prepared long ago, he would not have fallen into such a passive situation now.

But he has no other choice, just like every person who made a mistake reacts when he is caught by the closest person, he can only make an innocent expression, and treat the person in front of him pitifully and innocently with a little bit of flattery. The man smiled, hoping to be let off.

Unfortunately, no, his idea fell through.

Fu Juntong made sufficient preparations when he first came in.

The blindfolded eyes greatly reduced the emotion that this smile should express.

He just lightly pressed against Han Qi's eyes, feeling the touch of the soft skin under them, and the slender eyelashes tickled his palms.

Han Qi only heard the person in front of him say:

"You are not good, I said, you will be punished."

He knows that today is inevitable:

"How to punish?"

According to his previous experience, at most he was pressed on the chair by Fu Juntong and accepted a kiss from him.

He still felt shy before, but now he has no fear.

Fu Juntong had already covered his eyes, not tightly. Although he couldn't see, he could still open them.

But now he didn't open his eyes at all, and just closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the next kiss peacefully.

As he expected, Fu Juntong's lips covered his lips.

He just pressed against it gently, without moving for a long time, and just when Han Qi thought the kiss was going to end here, he suddenly became fierce again.

Freedom is imprisoned, breathing is robbed, and the vast world seems to be within his reach only the scorching temperature of the people in front of him.

It burns from the lips all the way to the heart, bringing trembling layers upon layers.

Fu Juntong's mouth movements were fierce and restrained, but he also seemed unsatisfied.

It wasn't until Han Qi found it difficult to breathe that Fu Juntong let him go.

At the same time, his eyes, which had been covered for a long time, were let go. At this time, these eyes were full of watery light, even the eyelashes were wet, and even the ends of the eyes were red.

"Is the punishment over?" After a long time, it was Han Qi who spoke first, calming down the thick/ambiguous air in the room.

But Fu Juntong just looked at him with a gloomy expression.

Han Qi didn't get a response from Fu Juntong, only heard him humming softly in his ear.

This made him shrink his neck involuntarily, thinking about the seriousness of his matter, Han Qi asked tentatively:

"Isn't that enough, do you want another one?"

Since he had just arrived at the act, there was still a little soft crying in his voice.

This was Han Qi's first real invitation when he was awake.

Fu Juntong's Adam's apple twitched. He would never refuse this invitation in normal times, but at this moment he is no longer satisfied with it:

"not enough."

"Then what should we do?" Han Qi really didn't know what to do now, he was inexplicably nervous, and subconsciously bit his lower lip.

Fu Juntong stared undisguisedly at every part of Han Qi's face, and he stretched out his hand to gently push away Han Qi's lips that were bitten with white marks by his teeth because of nervousness.

His fingers lightly rubbed the lips that lost their teeth and restored their blood color, making it return to the rosy lips that had just been kissed.

"From today, move to my room and sleep with me."

"It's convenient for me to supervise myself."

!

This can't be done!

Han Qi panicked and almost bounced off his chair.

How could he sleep with Fu Juntong in his room? Under Fu Juntong's supervision, it was absolutely impossible for him to stay up late at night and rush to work secretly.

Han Qi was only immersed in the thought that he couldn't catch up with work, but he didn't notice. Hearing this sentence, his first reaction was that he was afraid that he would not be able to complete his work under the supervision of others.

He was no longer resisting the matter itself.

Fu Juntong knew that Han Qi would refuse, but he was keenly aware that Han Qi's rejection was not as tough as he imagined.

He secretly raised the corners of his mouth, but turned into a sad face before Han Qi found out: "I won't force you, we can go to see a doctor first, check your body, within the scope of your body, I won't stop you, you can tell me your difficulties directly."

"You can directly tell me that it's too late, you don't need to work overtime secretly because you want to accommodate my arrangement, your body is the most important thing."

Fu Juntong was just pretending to be sad at first, but thinking of this, he was really sad.

This kind of concealment seemed a little rusty and polite. Although Fu Juntong understood that this was human nature, he still couldn't avoid being a little sad.

"No, that's not the case." Seeing Fu Juntong's expression, Han Qi was obviously more at a loss, and he was even more flustered than when he was caught by Fu Juntong and was about to face a punishment.

"I'd love to go out with you, too."

Han Qi actually enjoyed his time with Fu Juntong very much. Even if he had to work overtime afterwards, he still felt very happy.

And he wasn't too tired. He died suddenly in his last life, and he was also very concerned about his physical condition. He actually slept a lot at night, and he took a nap every day. The sleep time should be enough.

Even he himself didn't feel any bad changes in his body, especially his complexion. He could observe himself in the mirror every morning when he got up, and he didn't feel any haggard.

Anyway, it was so much better than the previous life and the time just passed through, so much so that he himself didn't even think that he would show his feet in this respect.

Fu Juntong also saw him carefully.

Moreover, the company has just started, so it will inevitably be busier. Although it is busy, it will be fine after a while. Han Qi knows this very well. His busyness is not for a long time, so he dares to hide it Fu Juntong.

It's just that he didn't expect that before Fu had waited for this period of time to pass, Fu Juntong had already discovered his fatigue one step ahead of himself.

Seeing that Fu Juntong still had sadness on his face, as if he didn't quite believe it, he explained it more seriously:

"I don't think it's a waste of time to eat and go out with you at all. I like it very much, and I don't want to reduce such activities."

"Just like I know that you never rest at work to squeeze out more time with me, so I hope to spend more time with you."

If we compare Han Qi's original heart to a hard clam shell, Fu Juntong has already pried out a crack of the clam shell today, and at this moment, he has opened it without reservation, revealing the softest inside.

Fu Juntong's heart was weak, and he gently took Han Qi into his arms like embracing a treasure he had so hard to find, and said:

"it is good."

After hugging for a while, he continued:

"Is today almost over?"

Han Qi turned his head to look at his progress, and nodded: "It's almost done, it doesn't matter if you don't do it today."

It's just a little bit finished, and there is no shortage of such a short period of time, and there is still time to do it tomorrow.

After hearing what Han Qi said, Fu Juntong didn't hesitate, and put one hand directly through Han Qi's knee, and hugged him horizontally:

"Then let's go to rest and see a doctor in two days. Will it be affected by not getting enough sleep at night? If you are not sleepy in the future, you can sleep less at noon..."

Fu Juntong walked into the room with Han Qi in his arms, babbling non-stop, gentle and considerate, taking good care of him, he didn't look like a domineering boss at all, and he didn't have the anger when he just entered the door. Yes, cheerful and sweet.

Han Qi leaned on Fu Juntong's shoulder without any struggle, and just let him hug him.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize that something was wrong. Didn't he just say that, why did he still have to be carried into his room by Fu Juntong to sleep?

Think about it and there is nothing wrong.

But why do you always feel like you've been tricked?

The author has something to say:

The old mother worked for three hours, and after seeing her sons happily talking about love, she wrote the report in relief (vicissitudes of life)