Chapter 58

Fu Xiaoqian nodded. Just as she looked back, a silver light flashed by. She noticed that on the top of the left pocket of his shirt, there was a line of Pinyin - Bing. No wonder, he will always call her Bingbing, not Fu Xiaoqian or Qianqian.

When her eyes along the shirt slowly move up, on his eyes like a hot, quickly back.

"Listen to Wu Ma, you have been in the restaurant for a long time. Why don't you eat first?" She lowered her head again and "made" the napkin, which was already well spread.

"Waiting for you." His tone was so flat that he couldn't hear the emotion. The words that can be said are like a hot current, which instantly overflows Fu Xiaoqian's heart. It's warm and warm. "Eating together will make you feel at home."

The word "home" touched Fu Xiaoqian's heart. She spent 24 years to feel, maintain and search for it. The first time to update, but in front of this man told her, he wants to give her, and with her to experience.

How could she have the heart to refuse.

"Milk, ma'am." The servant had come up with the milk.

"Yes, let's have a drink of milk to warm our stomach, and then we'll have breakfast." The man didn't give up caring about her stomach because she thought he was wordy last night.

Fu Xiaoqian took the white liquid in the transparent glass, took a few sips, and then put it on the table. She didn't get up early to drink milk. No one had ever served her a glass of milk when she got up in the morning. Until today, she found that it was very comfortable to drink a few mouthfuls of milk before breakfast.

"Bingbing, would you like Chinese or western style?" In view of Fu Xiaoqian's lesson of choking when drinking water several times before, Liao Zhenbo just asked after she put the cup down.

"All right." In the gap when Liao Zhenbo turns around and orders, Fu Xiaoqian takes a look with the corner of her eye. He puts his left hand on the dining table and hears Wu Magang's words in his ear. It seems that she usually asks, "what's wrong with your hand? How to apply band aids? "

"Oh. I accidentally touched it yesterday. It doesn't matter He took over the servant's work, served her a small bowl of porridge, picked up the chopsticks on the chopstick rack and handed them to her, "eat, we'll go to the company together."

"Are we going to be too late?" Since he doesn't want to say it, Fu Xiaoqian can't go into it. He took the porridge from Liao Zhenbo's hand and pulled it into his mouth. She seems to have got used to the feeling of being served by him. This habit is not good and needs to be changed.

"No, we'll set out when you've eaten. They can wait." He served her some dishes on her plate. He has a soft and peaceful look. He doesn't have the powerful shadow in the shopping mall at all. What he has is a family man who shares the most common family breakfast with his wife.

However, Fu Xiaoqian solved the breakfast with the fastest speed, not because she was on pins and needles with him, but because she didn't want to delay his work for her own reasons.

"I'm ready." Fu Xiaoqian put the chopsticks on the chopsticks rack and wiped the corners of her lips with napkin cloth.

"There's really no need to be in such a hurry." He unfolded his table cloth, grabbed a corner, leaned over and wiped the corners of his mouth again for Fu Xiaoqian, "you see, it's still stained with rice." The tone is full of love and care. It's like treating a baby who needs his care. Then he rubbed the corner of his mouth where Fu Xiaoqian had just rubbed.

all movements are at one go, so natural and pure "ripe", as if it has been done thousands of times, Fu Xiao Qian's face has been flushed with a flush. The red covered the blush that she just swept and burned her face. It felt as if she had been covered by the warmest temperature. A warm current was pumping out of the heart, flowing to the limbs, and returning to the heart through the internal organs of the limbs. The whole body is warmed by this warm current.

"I've used that place just now." Fu Xiaoqian's voice is weak, carefully reminds a way. She remembers that the wipes Liao Zhenbo used to scrub were all pure white. Such a person must have strict hygiene requirements.

It's the same person who just wiped his mouth with the napkin that she had just wiped. This Fu Xiaoqian some dare not think, she is afraid that he will face to face to make what expression of disgust.

"We're husband and wife. We don't know each other." Liao Zhenbo said such a sentence in a flat tone. Fu Xiaoqian raised her head abruptly in surprise, smiling at his amber eyes. He was looking at her for the first time, and his eyes were soft. And she looked at him. He is smiling. A kind of implicit, thoughtful smile, so she also smile, smile sweet, smile warm, smile delicate.

"Come on, follow me upstairs. I have something for you. " Liao Zhenbo gently holds Fu Xiaoqian's hand and gently induces her to open it, "what's the matter? How does the palm sweat so much? "

Instead of looking at her, he just picked up his napkin and wiped the palm of his hand for her. Then the long and thin knuckles, through Fu Xiaoqian's slightly stiff fingers, slowly close, and with the other hand will Fu Xiaoqian's direct roots curl, ten fingers intertwined, fit perfectly.

"What a beautiful hand!" Liao Zhenbo gently rubs Fu Xiaoqian's boneless slender jade finger. His finger belly depicts the outline of her finger like cotton wadding, which makes her shudder uncontrollably.Fu Xiaoqian raised her confused eyes, staring at the man who was focusing on appreciating her fingers. Water can can can eyes clear as water, at the moment to abandon all the complex desires of the world, leaving only a gentle mountain spring, reflecting this unique landscape.

"It's just something missing." His fingertips lingered on her ring finger for a circle, and then he looked up at her, and a piece of the warmest spring light settled in his languid cold eyes, "let's go and make up for the missing thing now."

Fu Xiaoqian seems to be at a loss. She looks at his eyes blankly. She is pulled blankly by him. She follows him step by step upstairs blankly, and then follows him into the bedroom blankly.

Liao Zhenbo is like a magician who can juggle. I don't know when he has a box in his hand. The box looks familiar, and the red velvet is wrapped around the box. She told herself that doesn't mean that's what it is. Wait, maybe it's just the same box.

Then, one of her eyes was fixed on Liao Zhenbo's hand, and her eyes were filled with light called eagerness.

Sure enough, it's the naked stone named purple orchid star. Now it's made into a star shape and embedded in a platinum ring. Next to it, two letters, B and l, are pieced together with a small drill. The first time as like as two peas, the

was replaced by the two letters, which was just like her thoughts that day. It was like Liao Zhenbo climbed into her skull and stolen her designs. Because she remembers that before she had time to put these ideas on paper that day, Liao Zhenbo presented them to her.

"How could you..." She can't cry. There are tears in her eyes. It's a kind of moving from her heart. It's a kind of self recognized sense of achievement. It's a kind of There are too many emotions to express clearly.

"Come on, look." Liao Zhenbo's voice is as gentle as usual, but his eyes are shining with devout light, which shows how much he attaches importance to this matter.

Fu Xiaoqian, as if influenced, had no resistance but obedience. She opens her finger slightly and lets Liao Zhenbo put the ring with gems into her finger. It matches, unexpectedly.

Liao Zhenbo leaned down, branded a kiss on the ring, and took the ring as the center, with her thin lips instead of her fingers, depicting the radian of her fingers. He was so devout and affectionate, as if it was the most exquisite work of art carved by the top masters in the world.

That lip is obviously cold touch, where it is quickly with a burst of hot.

Fu Xiaoqian is in a soft mood. With irresistible magic, her kiss turns into the toughest silk thread, twining her mind. Everywhere she goes, there are delicate peach blossoms in full bloom.

The kiss didn't last long, but it ignited the beautiful tenderness of a room. The high black hair, scattered under the action of his big palm, poured out enchanting love.

When she kisses the emotional part, Fu Xiaoqian's arms, like a pair of vines, cling tightly to Liao Zhenbo's neck.

Suddenly, she was surprised to feel her gaffe and suddenly grabbed Liao Zhenbo and said, "no, don't do it."

She should not, and could not, indulge herself so much.

Buried in her long and sweaty neck, Fu Xiaoqian wanted to retreat, but he was shackled in his chest, "don't move, goblin." In order to punish her for flinching, Liao Zhenbo takes a bite on her porcelain white neck.

Fu Xiaoqian eats the pain, raises both arms to push Liao Zhenbo, wants to escape from his encirclement. But Liao Zhenbo's hoarse, decadent warning voice came from his ear, "move again, be careful I'll eat you now."

This warning is too effective, Fu Xiaoqian is against Liao Zhenbo waist side of the hand, so static, let him hold himself, let his breath unreservedly collide with his senses, retreat is not into is not.

Fu Xiaoqian, who is slowly returning to her mind, finds that there is a burning iron in her abdomen, and the temperature seems to be rising all the way. No matter how ignorant the 24-year-old girl is, she also knows what this means. She carefully pulls apart some distance from each other, but she never thinks that the hot owners are close to each other, playing with each other.

Fu Xiaoqian in the heart inexplicably some can't bear, but more is afraid of some let oneself later regret things.

She thought, struggling to retreat.

Every girl has fantasies about her first time. She is also a member of thousands of troops, so she is no exception. Conservative thought of her, never deliberately, hope that two close to the heart can naturally contribute to their first.