Chapter 219

When Han Xiaoye woke up, it was dark outside. She yawned, got up from the bed and walked straight to the study without turning. man

After reading for less than a minute, Fu Zhiyan stopped, raised his head, buttoned up his notebook and said, "wake up? Are you hungry? "

"Gululu ~"

There is no need for Han Xiaoye to answer, but his belly is the first to protest.

She is used to losing face in front of Fu Zhiyan. She has done all the shameful things, such as crying, sniveling and bubbling. It's no longer a matter. So she did not change her face, heart does not jump blink, "belly said it wants to eat meat, special want to!"

"How much do you think?" Fu Zhiyan actually took the call.

Han Xiaoye immediately climbed up the pole, "thinking like a torrential river, continuous."

I thought he had asked. There must be hope. man

"..." shit!

……

She slept seven or eight hours, and the porridge she had sent had been cold. Fu Zhiyan called again and ordered steak, chicken soup and porridge. The hotel was very quick. In less than 20 minutes, the meal had been delivered.

Filet mignon is steaming and fragrant. Han Xiaoye watched eagerly as the waiter brought the steak to Fu Zhiyan, and then put porridge and a bowl of chicken soup in front of her. I lost my appetite.

"Sir, your order is ready. If you need any other service, please call us."

"Yes."

"Yes, sir. Enjoy yourself." The waiter pushed the dining car out.

Fu Zhiyan gracefully picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of steak, in her greedy gaze, posture standard meal.

Han Xiaoye shamefully swallowed her saliva, but soon, she looked away.

Fu Zhiyan is what character, she is clear, said not to eat, certainly will not give her to eat. She gave up the struggle and accepted her life to drink the porridge and chicken soup. Smashed under the mouth, the mouth is still no taste. She lay on the table and watched the man finish the steak bit by bit. She pulled back the chair and squatted beside him. Pathetically, he said, "little uncle."

"Yes?"

"How delicious? Give me a sniff

Ha, breath... Smell!

Fu Zhiyan's forehead was green with tendons, and the piece of steak on his fork was neither eating nor not eating. Han Xiaoye finish also feel oneself too bashful skin, just about to retreat, high cold man has bent over to see to her, "want to smell? okay? Would you like to try it again? "

When Han Xiaoye was still pondering whether he wanted to teach her or kiss her, Fu Zhiyan had already raised her chin and kissed her.

The taste of filet mignon spreads from his lips to her mouth.

At the beginning, Mingming was just a simple kiss, but later, it became hard to part.

The temperature in the room rose sharply.

Han Xiaoye doesn't know how to get back to bed. When she comes back, her clothes are already half hanging on her body. Wearing them means not wearing them. Fu Zhiyan nibbles off her clavicle.

"Well."

Lips and teeth gently grinding, the kind of ecstatic bone eroding numbness, just like electricity, Han Xiaoye shameful wet. Her face suddenly rose red, whimpered, want to push away the person on the body. But tonight's Fu Zhiyan seems to be particularly enthusiastic, hot with a fire, pulling her down, until burning into ashes

"Little uncle, I can't... um..." Han Xiaoye's brain was dizzy, completely soft, and let him rub round and flat.

Seeing that the car was about to stop, Fu Zhiyan gasped slightly and stopped. Burning eyes gaze down at her, as if to endure something. Sweat from his perfect jaw rolling down, along the undulating chest, rolling to the deepest. Damn sexy!

His throat restrained rolling down, showing a few silk hook people's sense of abstinence, bowed his head to kiss the red girl's mouth. Husky voice, "get up, I'll help you take a bath."

Han Xiaoye is sweating heavily. Wen Yan opens his eyes, and his big smart eyes aim at his legs. Tangled next, "otherwise, I help you that that?"

doll But I don't want to see him holding himself. Considering the compromise, Han Xiaoye thinks he is smart.

Without waiting for Fu Zhiyan to answer, her little hand has been touched.

Once born, twice cooked, three times and four times pulled radish.

Han Xiaoye has already mastered the core technology. In the spirit of learning and innovation, he has independently developed and created many new actions. At the same time, he asked him how he felt.

Fu Zhiyan is about to be killed by her.

The left hand props in the bed side, drags tightly the bed sheet, as if only then, can control oneself, does not achieve the last step!

man

But damn it, no!

Even if the belly of the fire of his whole body pain, or not!

Fu Zhiyan Qingmei's Danfeng eyes vaguely swept the belly of the people on the bed. The belly looked no different from usual, and it was plain. He grasped the quilt by the side of the bed, and the veins on the back of his hand burst up! Is there really a child in there?

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"Uncle, isn't it over? Can you hurry up? "

She drank a bowl of porridge in the evening. She couldn't carry such a high-intensity "work.".

"..." Fu Zhiyan's face turned black, and he almost lost his softness. His hawk Falcon's eyes darkened, and his big hand grasped her little hand and quickened his speed.

"Well."

More than ten minutes later, the corner of his eyes was full of gorgeous beauty. He let go of Han Xiaoye's hand. He leaned down and pecked at the corner of her mouth, his forehead against her forehead.

"Tired?"

"No, not tired." Han Xiaoye is flattered. She always feels that Fu Zhiyan's enthusiasm and gentleness tonight is a little abnormal. But she couldn't tell what was abnormal.

Is it better to leave than to get married?

But he was an iceberg when he got married.

Just when she couldn't figure it out, Fu Zhiyan had already buttoned up her clothes and picked up her Princess. The water temperature in the bathroom was warm. After washing her, Fu Zhiyan wrapped her up with a bath towel, and then he cleaned herself casually. I took her back to bed