After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Little broken mouth always says that he can live a long life, but logically speaking, his longest life span is more than 50 years old, and now he has more than 40 years to live.

But thinking about it this way, it should be enough to accompany the assistant to grow old.

Song Jin'an held the lemon mint water prepared for everyone and said in a low voice; "Then I wish you all your wishes come true."

After delivering drinks to the secretaries and exhibition assistants, Song Jin'an entered the office with Fu Chengwang's cup.

"Husband, drink this. The lemon belongs to Sister Xixi, and the mint was grown on the window sill before. It's better than coffee."

Fu Chengwang's serious work expression relaxed, and he looked at the transparent water glass in Song Jin'an's hand...he didn't really want to drink it.

Mainly I don't like sour things, especially lemons.

The last time Song Jin'an ate a piece of lemon, it was sour, but he didn't know.As soon as the daughter-in-law came back, she was used to hugging and kissing, and then he also frowned sourly.

I had to act like nothing happened in front of my daughter-in-law, but in reality I was so sore that I started to pinch my thighs, which was horrible.

But this is Bao Bao who loves him so much and specially prepares it for him. If he doesn't drink it, he will be a man in vain!

Fu Chengwang took the water and took a sip, his whole face wrinkled.

Seeing him like that, Song Jin'an hurriedly took back the cup, and said distressedly: "Why didn't you tell me if you don't like drinking? Why force yourself! Are you stupid?"

Fu Chengwang didn't feel sour in an instant, but instead felt sweet.

It doesn't feel good to be cared about by my wife!

He put his arms around the man's waist and said: "My baby prepared this for me. How can I not drink it? I have to finish it! It's not sour at all, really."

Song Jin'an frowned, doubtful: "Really? I wanted to drink it for you, but have you tried it? Don't lie to me."

"Of course." Fu Chengwang nodded, and the tip of their noses touched, "If you don't believe me, try it yourself."

After speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Song Jin'an's lips.

Fu Chengwang pushed him to the corner of the sofa, and gently kissed him this gift that spanned thousands of years.

Maybe Baiyun was too shy to look any more, and hid back home anxiously, asking Hei Ye to eat this dog food for them.

Because of the unrestrained kissing, Mr. Fu's overtime hours were extended again.

Because he extended it, all the secretaries outside had to work overtime with him.

Song Jin'an woke up after a good night's sleep, and Fu Chengwang finally finished the mountainous work.

By the time the two returned home after eating, it was already 10:30.

After taking a shower, Mr. Fu hurriedly hugged his daughter-in-law and got under the covers. Song Jin'an originally wanted to refuse.

But when he thinks that he won't have time to make out with his husband for a long time, Fu Chengwang will probably be overwhelmed.

It's still up to him, let him eat more tonight, after all, he will be hungry in the next few days.

Fu Chengwang didn't know Song Jin'an's little thoughts, and was gnawing his wife's fair neck.

That way, those who didn't know it thought he was eating Juewei duck neck, eating it with great relish.

"Take it easy! The marks from the previous two days are still there! Don't make another pile for me, do I still want to meet people?"

Fu Chengwang's voice was deep and hoarse, and he replied without distraction: "Okay, baby."

There seemed to be some noise outside the window, Mr. Fu said in that sexy voice with limp legs, "It looks like the weather will not be good tonight, let's spend some time together, shall we?"

The raindrops fell to the ground, and pedestrians on the road quickened their pace to go home.

Pa pa pa pa pa pa, the sound of raindrops became louder. Song Jin'an, who was hiding indoors, seemed to be blinded by the heavy rain outside the window unconsciously.

Mr. Fu turned off the lights, stood up with his arms around Song Jin'an, who had lost his mobility, and stood up while walking.

He hugged him tightly, not allowing him to move.

Fu Chengwang asked him to lean his back against the cashmere cushion hung on the wall, and admire his wife's face from bottom to top.

Song Jin'an was like a dehydrated fish, struggling to breathe.

He closed his eyes and cursed, "Pervert!"

"Yeah." Fu Chengwang's blood was filled with indescribable joy, "The pervert is also your husband."

Listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, he forced Song Jinan to admit this sentence. Song Jinan bit his lower lip and beat him on the shoulder, but soon lost his strength.

The arm hangs weakly, and finally compromises.He whispered: "You are a pervert, but you are also my husband."

"Can I have a full meal tonight? Let me have a taste of the Manhan Banquet. Please, wife?"

He suddenly lowered the volume, but the strength in his hands was great, and it tended to intensify. Song Jin'an's slender waist, which could be held with a slap, ached.

Before turning off the lights, Song Jin'an was watching the bears come and go, and the tablet that fell on the floor was still working diligently, and the laughter of the bald man's triumph filled the room.

Fu Chengwang was startled by the sound, and took a step forward without noticing.

Song Jin'an opened his eyes wide and clenched his teeth tightly, wishing to give him two slaps.Fu Chengwang's so-called enough food... Song Jin'an knew how big his appetite was.

The last time it took a whole night, Song Jin'an learned an unforgettable lesson in his life, the sky was bright, and Mr. Fu was merciful and let this poor little cabbage go.

Song Jin'an struggled and said no, he still has a lot of things to do tomorrow!

But at the critical moment of Jiangjiang Niangniang, even a shrewd Mr. Fu has no brains. When his wife says no, he interprets it as "ok, yes, okay, no problem, as long as you are happy."

Hmm, or did he understand it that way on purpose?

"Thank you, madam!" Fu Chengwang automatically misunderstood the meaning, walked to the kitchen with the man in his arms, and said, "Check the hygiene of the kitchen, daughter-in-law! See if Auntie has cleaned it..."

Fortunately, the heating in the house is sufficient, and Fu Chengwang carefully spread thick blankets everywhere. On the surface, it was so that Song Jin'an would not catch cold when he walked barefoot at home, but behind the scenes, he thought carefully and thought carefully. I can understand.

Song Jin'an was completely exhausted, so he could only let the energetic Mr. Fu do whatever he wanted happily.

He thought wearily, is this the difference between people?Why is Fu Chengwang so alive, he is just a little white fish who can't move?

Forget it, let's pamper my husband.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a violent wind. The rain was blown by the wind and slapped on the glass, making a crackling sound, disturbing people's dreams.

The fingertips seem to have been soaked in water for a long time, and they are white, which seems to reflect each other with the white belly of the sky.

Song Jin'an, who was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, seemed to be still heaving and falling in the sea in his dream, and the turbulent waves beat his body, making him sleep restlessly.

When Fu Chengwang was walking around with someone in his arms, he kicked the phone that fell on the ground, and the screen lit up.

It was Song Jin'an's mobile phone, and there were several WeChat messages on it.Fu Chengwang's eyes narrowed, and he saw the caller: Zhang Sichen.

For some reason, Fu Chengwang stopped his progress, crouched down with the person in his arms and picked up the phone.

After putting Song Jin'an in the bathtub, he glanced at the message indifferently, and then deleted it.

Sometimes a man's sixth sense needs to be believed. He always feels that this person is not simple, and definitely not as harmless as he appears on the surface.

At least, in matters related to Song Jin'an, it can be said that they have ulterior motives.