After marrying the richest husband

Nine twenty at night.

The tip of the moon.

Fu Xingzhou was wearing pajamas, and the two buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, revealing tight and powerful muscle lines——

Watch Sang Qiao stretching his legs beside him.

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

The dance studio specially decorated for Sangqiao is equipped with the world's top practice equipment and lighting conditions, and even bought a whole wardrobe of dance shoes.

just now.

Fu Xingzhou looked at Sangqiao who had a serious face, and then at the luxurious dance practice room in front of him, and fell into deep thought.

Sang Qiao just came in to practice for a while before eating. He opened his hips and stretched his muscles.

Especially after successfully escaping from Fu Xingzhou's arms.

Sang Qiao was full of self-satisfied pride, as if he would not give up until dawn.

What is life?

Life is about devoting limited energy to meaningful things!

Instead of wasting time in bed!

Sang Qiao worked very hard to change his leg, then sneaked a glance at Fu Xingzhou from the corner of his eye, and said empathetically, "Fu Xingzhou, if you're sleepy, go back to sleep first."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou was pulled out from thinking about how to close the practice room, leaned against the mirror and looked sideways at Xiasangqiao, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, I'll be with you."

The brightly lit dance practice room gave Sangqiao a great sense of security.

In addition, before entering the dance practice room, Sangqiao had already taken off the close-fitting silk pajamas and put on a set of very loose dance clothes.

Sangqiao was very satisfied that neither the waistline nor other parts could be seen.

After I feel that my fart valley is completely safe.

Sang Qiao made a few stretching and stretching movements in front of Fu Xingzhou, and then touched Fu Xingzhou with his toe: "Are you bored?"

Fu Xingzhou's Adam's apple rolled: "Will Qiaoqiao help me find something to do?"

Sang Qiao turned his head and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, and thought for a while: "Then can you come over and help me with my legs? This pole is too low, I can't press it."

Fu Xingzhou looked at Sangqiao with a deep and gloomy gaze: "Okay."

Although the dance poles in the practice room are of different heights, Sangqiao has not practiced for a long time, and if he wants to hit his legs to his ears, he still needs someone nearby to help him.

Sang Qiao stood in front of the mirror, gesticulating and describing the action steps to Fu Xingzhou behind him, and asked solemnly: "Fu Xingzhou, do you understand?"

Fu Xingzhou walked behind Sangqiao from the original posture of leaning against the mirror.

The figures of the two were projected on the mirror, and Sangqiao only reached the tip of Fu Xingzhou's nose.

With a deep voice, Fu Xingzhou stretched out his right hand to support Sang Qiao's waist: "Understood, we can start now."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Although the dance teacher helped him in the same way when he was training on the show.

But why did it feel weird after changing to Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou's warm palm was clearly separated by a layer of clothes, but it still scalded Sang Qiao's skin.

Perhaps the closest relationship ever had.

Sang Qiao could even feel Fu Xingzhou's breath dyed with the faint fragrance of gardenia, every minute and every second seemed to be able to swallow him up.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao trembled under Fu Xingzhou's palm, and made a request in an unreasonable and strong manner: "You...you back a little bit!"

Fu Xingzhou lowered his eyes slightly, took a step back cooperatively, and said softly, "Is this good?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao flicked left and right but failed to pick out the problem, so he had to let go of the problem for the time being. He straightened his toes and raised his legs hard, trying to hit his leg to the ear.

Then hurriedly yelled at Fu Xingzhou who was behind him: "Fu Xingzhou, Fu Xingzhou, help me!"

Fu Xingzhou easily pressed Sangqiao's calf with his empty left hand, slid down again, and asked in a low voice: "Is it okay?"

Sang Qiao seriously corrected his posture in front of the mirror: "It's ok! Don't move!"

Fu Xingzhou hummed lightly.

Sang Qiao, who was pressing his legs, couldn't take the time to see if Fu Xingzhou had taken a step forward, if he was standing next to him, and if the hand on his waist had moved.

He also didn't care to look at the extremely loose dance practice clothes on his body, because of his posture, a large part of the back of the neck was sunken downward, revealing a piece of fine white skin.

And the slender butterfly bones.

Fu Xingzhou's eyes lingered on the two butterfly bones for a while, and asked in a quiet voice, "Qiaoqiao, how long will it last?"

Stretching in this posture is very painful. The weight of the whole body can only be kept on the standing leg, and a lot of strength must be used to ensure that the two legs are in a straight line.

Sang Qiao's face was flushed with a faint blush almost immediately.

He bit his lip: "10 minutes."

Fu Xingzhou didn't speak.

Soon, the redness that originally spread only on the face gradually extended to Sangqiao's neck, and then from the neck back to the back.

The exposed piece of skin looked soft and delicate, very much like Sangqiao's appearance every time he was loved.

Fu Xingzhou's hands on Sang Qiao's waist tightened invisibly, and his vision locked on Sang Qiao's body was even more gloomy than before.

However, Sang Qiao still failed to maintain this position for 10 minutes.

Because it didn't take long to start.

Sang Qiao's cell phone, which was casually carried in the dance suit, rang.

Sang Qiao: "..."

The ringtone of Sang Qiao's cell phone is the opening song of a cartoon, which is childish and sandy.

When the cell phone ringtone was played in the dance room.

Sang Qiao managed to maintain the posture for a few minutes and instantly broke down, sliding directly down to the dance pole in front of the mirror.

Sang Qiao took a few breaths half-deadly.

It just so happened that Fu Xingzhou's hand on his waist swept back, and Sang Qiao leaned back into Fu Xingzhou's arms.

Fu Xingzhou took Sang Qiao's hand and kissed the top of his hair: "Whose phone number?"

Sang Qiao let Fu Xingzhou hug him, exhaled a few breaths, and touched several pockets on his body, before he took out his phone: "I don't know... Hey, Mr. Zhuang?"

There is almost no distance between the two.

Fu Xingzhou followed Sang Qiao's line of sight to the phone screen——

Teacher Zhuang Hui.

Remarks are quite respectful.

Fu Xingzhou stretched out his hand and gently squeezed Sang Qiao's fingertips: "It's so late, what is he doing on the phone?"

"Maybe there is something in the show that I want to announce..."

Sang Qiao shook his head in a daze, but still quickly picked up the phone, and said hello politely, "Mr. Zhuang, good evening."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Answering the phone is also very positive.

Sangqiao's mobile phone was originally a cheap thousand-yuan mobile phone for the elderly, and it was a product that had already been eliminated from the market.

Although it has been used for several years, this mobile phone still has all the characteristics of an elderly phone.

The words are loud and the voice is loud.

Still leaking.

So Fu Xingzhou could clearly hear Zhuang Hui's voice on the other end of the phone.

After all, Zhuang Hui was born into a family of operas. He grew up with various etiquettes since he was a child, and he was always polite even when he spoke: "Sang Qiao, did I bother you?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao looked at himself in the mirror with round eyes, then at Fu Xingzhou who was holding him, and said honestly to the phone: "A little bit, I'm practicing leg press."

Zhuang Hui smiled: "Sang Qiao, I find that you have never changed."

Sang Qiao didn't understand: "What?"

Zhuang Hui's voice was gentle: "There is no detour, so I won't get tired talking to you."

Sang Qiao: "..."

I'm so sorry that I can't keep up with your normal brain circuits that detour...

Sang Qiao opened his mouth a little innocently: "If I can make a detour, I would like to do it too. Mr. Zhuang, what can you do for me?"

Zhuang Hui on the other end of the phone hummed: "You did a good live broadcast today, don't worry about him and don't be affected by the rumors on the Internet."

Sang Qiao remembered that Zhuang Hui had given him a gift during the live broadcast today, and nodded hurriedly: "I know, Mr. Zhuang, thank you for the gift you gave me today, but when I thank you, you have already left the live broadcast. Time to leave!"

Zhuang Hui smiled again: "You're welcome, it's not entirely because of this that I gave you gifts."

Sang Qiao: "Hey..."

Fu Xingzhou who was eavesdropping: "..."

Sang Qiao was trying to recall what else he had done that deserved Zhuang Hui's special gift for him, but suddenly felt that the belt around the waist of the dance uniform was pulled away by something.

Sang Qiao froze suddenly, and lowered his head subconsciously.

Fu Xingzhou's hand, which had been peacefully around his waist before, suddenly rebelled.

The two knots that were tied well were untied, and the belt fell to the ground.

The dance practice clothes that were well worn on her body were half opened in an instant.

Sang Qiao: "..."

However, Fu Xingzhou's hands were still restless, and his slender fingers slowly slid in along the edges of the dance clothes that barely covered his skin.

Then draw a circle on the line inside the mulberry bridge.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao froze for a few seconds, and suddenly grabbed Fu Xingzhou's wrist with the hand that was not holding the phone.

And Zhuang Hui on the other end of the phone didn't know the scene here.

He paused slightly, and then said: "Sang Qiao, actually I gave you a gift today because of what happened before, and I want to say sorry to you."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Because Sang Qiao's hand to hold Fu Xingzhou's wrist couldn't find the best position all at once, Fu Xingzhou's fingers swam freely in Sang Qiao's clothes for a few minutes.

And Fu Xingzhou knew his body better than Sang Qiao himself.

Just a few light touches made Sang Qiao breathe suddenly.

Even Zhuang Hui, who was on the phone, could hear something was wrong with Sang Qiao: "Sang Qiao, what's wrong with you now?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao finally suppressed the messy hand, managed to get some room to breathe from the gap between Fu Xingzhou's movements, and warned Fu Xingzhou not to move around with super fierce eyes in the mirror.

Then he switched his attention back to the phone with difficulty: "I'm not uncomfortable, but you just said... sorry?"

"Yes, sorry."

Zhuang Hui's voice was different from Fu Xingzhou's.

Fu Xingzhou's voice was always low and indifferent, while Zhuang Hui had a kind of politeness and kindness that seemed to be born with him.

Zhuang Hui said softly: "It's still the medicine bottle I picked up before... After you were hospitalized, I thought over and over again that it was inappropriate to give you the medicine bottle directly on the show."

...that pill bottle.

Drugs are a very, very, very dangerous thing for a mentally ill person.

It has actually been a long time since Zhuang Hui picked up the medicine bottle, and even Sang Qiao has almost forgotten about it.

When it was mentioned again at this time, Sang Qiao subconsciously frowned.

About to deny it again.

But Zhuang Hui spoke first: "Sang Qiao, no matter whether the medicine bottle is yours or not, I will never tell anyone else, please rest assured."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he dug out a word: "Oh."

Zhuang Hui also seemed to understand Sangqiao's restraint, and didn't ask any more questions: "I have a friend who is an expert in this field. If you need it, you can contact me at any time."

Sang Qiao: "Well..."

Zhuang Hui smiled gently: "That's it, I won't disturb your rest. If you have any doubts or questions during the dance practice, please feel free to call me."

Sang Qiao finally found a suitable answer this time: "Okay, thank you Teacher Zhuang! Good night, Teacher Zhuang!"

"install."

Zhuang Hui said softly, "By the way, I like the knitted shirt you gave me very much, thank you."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao: "!!!"

Sang Qiao didn't even have time to explain.

Zhuang Hui had already hung up the phone.

Sang Qiao immediately subconsciously glanced at Fu Xingzhou.

And Fu Xingzhou's expression was exceptionally gentle.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was still holding the mobile phone in one hand, so he could only clenched the hand holding Fu Xingzhou's wrist more tightly, and said nervously: "That's what he said! I confessed to you before!"

Fu Xingzhou let go of Sang Qiao's hand like a child playing house, clasped both of Sang Qiao's wrists in his backhand, and said softly: "What did you confess, Qiao Bao, tell me again?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao glanced at the bright lights, and managed to gather his composure: "That's right, I accidentally ruined his shirt with milk tea before, and then gave him one as a compensation. I've already told you."

"Is it."

Fu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, half-believing, "Why don't I remember this incident?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao choked with anger, and was thinking about how to present the facts to Fu Xingzhou again.

However, Fu Xingzhou leaned down and kissed Sang Qiao's ear as if he was very reasonable: "But it's okay, Qiao Bao is so good, it's completely forgiven for doing a little bad thing once in a while."

Sang Qiao: "..."

However, although.

but……

I always felt that Fu Xingzhou was a bit dangerous, so Sang Qiao decided not to get entangled with Fu Xingzhou on this matter.

skip skip skip!

Just pretend it never happened!

Sang Qiao got into the pose again, put down the legs on the dance pole, took a deep breath, and tugged at the hem of Fu Xingzhou's pajamas behind him: "Hold the legs."

Fu Xingzhou's eyes were dark, and he said warmly, "Okay."

Sang Qiao took advantage of the phone call to rest for a while, this time the action was a bit more standard than before, and he hit his leg straight to the side of the ear all at once.

The bony hand grasped Sangqiao's leg almost immediately.

Sang Qiao was quite satisfied with his standard posture this time.

Just as he was about to tell Fu Xingzhou to wait, he let go of his hand and let him keep it, but he saw in the mirror that the hand that was originally on the crook of his leg moved down slowly, then moved down, and continued to move down.

Gradually moved from the safe area to the dangerous area.

then.

Before Sangqiao could react, that hand lightly and possessively rubbed the small bridge of Sangqiao lightly and heavily twice.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Just momentarily.

Not to mention maintaining the previous movement, Sang Qiao's whole body softened in Fu Xingzhou's arms.

Fu Xingzhou didn't let go of his hand, but embraced Sang Qiao with this posture, and said very gently: "Since I have forgiven Qiao Bao for his bad deeds, Qiao Bao will also forgive me, right?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao struggled a few times in Fu Xingzhou's arms like a salted fish, feeling that he couldn't just be on a dog leash so easily, and tried his best to save him with words: "No, I have to train hard, I'm going to go back to record shows, and I have to stretch my legs... ..."

Fu Xingzhou leaned over and pressed Sangqiao's lips, interrupting his words: "Okay, leg press. My husband will teach you to press in a different position. Qiao Bao will follow the mirror obediently, huh?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao looked at the mirrors on all sides, and was about to cry with anger.

And then.

Sang Qiao was pushed from the dance studio to the bedroom, from the bedroom to the bathroom, and from the bathroom back to the bedroom.

At the end.

Sang Qiao cried so hard that he couldn't make a sound. Fu Xingzhou wrapped the quilt in a daze, rubbed him in his arms and fell asleep.

Woke up the next day and it was noon again.

Sang Qiao, who once again wasted a whole morning of practice time, became angry like a puffer fish, and drove him to the company immediately after being fed lunch by Fu Xingzhou.

Then he climbed out of the bed with his arms and legs that hurt everywhere, rushed into the study aggressively, took out the printer, and typed a piece of A1 printing paper with clear colors.

Climbed up to the third floor, walked to the gate of the dance studio, and viciously pasted the piece of paper on the door.

I saw seven big characters neatly arranged on the huge paper——

Fu Xingzhou is not allowed to enter!