Chapter 293

"Yes?"

Fu Zhiyan rubbed his temple, which had been jumping all the time, and then untied two buttons.

He usually wears meticulous buttons to the top one. When was he so unruly? But he was more dispirited than usual. Han Xiaoye quietly determined that Fu Zhiyan should not be drunk outside in the future, otherwise this appearance was seen by other women, and did not jump on it directly?

Han Xiaoye put the water cup on the table, pondered and said, "I'll cook some wake-up wine soup."

Just took a step, the wrist was caught. A fierce pull, her back caught off guard against the sofa.

The back of the sofa just reached the waist. Subconsciously, she bent back and stammered, "little, little uncle, you..."

The next second, the mouth is blocked.

The strong mint fragrance with the smell of alcohol swept between her lips and teeth. The condescending man opened his eyes when he was kissing. The beautiful Danfeng eyes were foggy.

Han Xiaoye can't help feeling a sense of shame when he looks at him. She didn't know what happened to herself. She had done something bolder and more intimate than that, and she was still Frank. Now I don't know how, under his gaze, I can't help being ashamed. That kind of feeling, like a rabbit in the chest, bouncing around in the chest.

"Well The lower lip was bitten by someone.

Han Xiaoye snorted in pain.

At this time, the kisser suddenly let go of her, and her red lips sparked a beautiful arc. When she was stunned, she suddenly lowered her head and licked her lips with the tip of her tongue.

Boom——

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There is a soft touch on her lips, like... Like playing on her heart! The waist was pressed on the back of the sofa, as if it was going to be folded into two parts. Blood filled her brain, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Han Xiaoye." Dumb, especially nice.

The point is, when he spoke, he bit the corner of her mouth. When did Fu Zhiyan take the initiative? Every time she jumped on it, all kinds of provocation, he would give some reaction. flower

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Han Xiaoye's heart is beating. He wants to open his mouth. But he has her lower lip. If he talks, his lip will move. Isn't it like stirring in his thin lip? Compared with that, it's more emotional, too loose! She felt that she was very bold herself, but it was not brave to let her do such a thing.

The lower lip was bitten again, this time with the nature of punishment. oral cavity When she gasped a little, she raised her head. Danfeng's eyes full of fog captured her. It was like thousands of stars in the world could not enter his eyes, only she was in it, always in it.

"Han Xiaoye."

"..." Han Xiaoye was not sure whether he was simply calling her name or whether he wanted her to answer.

A cool big hand covered her eyes, across the back of the hand, fell the kiss. The noble voice line is hoarse, "speak, I want to hear your voice."

Plop!

Her heart was about to beat out. Her brain was in a mess. She didn't know what to say. Thinking about it, he said, "little uncle, you don't want to wash the silver gun with blood, do you? I Baidu, it said, to the big aunt when do not good for the body. Why don't I help you? "

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Nima's, obviously very good atmosphere, as soon as Mao answered, she became so... Lewd? Also wretched so ground gas!

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"In fact, if you have to do something about it, I..." the person who tangled for a few seconds hesitated again, and her words were not finished.

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"Little..."

Click, the bathroom door is closed.

"Shit! How could there be such a thing? " Han Xiaoye murmured and went downstairs to wake up.

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The cold water drips down, and the out of control reason wakes up slowly. Fu Zhiyan wiped the ice water on his face, recalled what he had just done, and his eyes flashed with chagrin.

At that time, alcohol was on the brain, and he didn't know what happened. He suddenly wanted to confirm whether the hooligan was really around, and he was eager to prove it.

As a result, let her misunderstand him to do - love.

He has never been so impolite, especially in front of Han Xiaoye. There is a kind of indescribable irritability in his heart. He turns the cold water on a little bit. The cold water splashed down, but it couldn't suppress the dry heat in the body.

Fu Zhiyan's temple jumps suddenly, the alcohol that has been integrated into the blood volatilizes in bursts, and the back of his hand also begins to show red pimples. He pressed the temple, a little tingling, a little sober. He took a clean towel from the side, wiped the water on his face, and took out his bathrobe.

When the bathroom door was reopened, there was no one in the bedroom.

Where's the hooligan?

His steps stopped, and his brow, which was not easy to ease, began to wrinkle again. But the small pimple on the hand began to grow stronger and stronger. Fu Zhiyan took out a medicine bottle from the drawer of his desk. After pouring out the two tablets, he took the water cup on the table and swallowed it.

The tablets melt when they meet with water, and the throat is slightly bitter.

All of a sudden, a hot footstep came. Han Xiaoye rushed in with a bowl and put it on the table. She just blew her fingertips, grinned and said, "dangdangdang, hangover soup ~ am I strong? I also put brown sugar in it to make sure it tastes sweet. "

Her face was like, "praise me, praise me.".

Fu Zhiyan's heart suddenly softened. His body seemed more comfortable because he was drunk. He touched the hot bowl with his finger and dropped his eyes. "You just ran to do this?"

Han Xiaoye is not happy, "what is called this, you don't see it's just a bowl, it's not easy to do."

After a pause, she said, "in a word, I've done it. Whether it's good or not, you have to drink it. And... "

She stood on tiptoe, nibbled at his mouth, eyes bent, "this is the reward."

How conscious she is that if he doesn't reward her, she will ask for it herself. These days, conscious children have sugar to eat.