Chapter 22

Su Xiang was stunned and took a look. It was really a nightgown. She looked at the man foolishly. Why did she wear a nightgown at the movie“ Don't worry, the Nightgown is newly bought. There won't be personal items for secondary use. " Those who open such cinemas are not picky about the details in order to earn money from those movie tickets. Fu Hanchuan only bowed his head to the back room and motioned her to go in. Su Xiang had to take his nightgown and went in to have a look. He was surprised to find that there was still a place to take a bath in this room. She changed her nightgown and came out. Fu Hanchuan was already lying on the sofa. The film had just begun and was still playing music. It was an old film with a nostalgic smell. Fu Hanchuan looked back and stretched out his hand to Su Xiang. Su Xiang put his small hand in his palm. He pulled her into his arms. The lights of the cinema dimmed, only the light on the screen. Su Xiang leaned against his chest and listened to his powerful heartbeat, from the beginning of tension to the later relaxation. The customer service came in once. There were fruits, desserts and red wine on the cart, and a plate of exquisite cod steak“ You didn't eat anything at night. " He put the plate on the tea table and let Su Xiang eat. Then he put his big hand across her waist. It looked like he was hugging him, but his eyes were fixed on the film in front of him. They have never been so close except in bed. Su Xiang's heart pounded and his cheeks were hot. He glanced at him quietly. He knew she didn't eat much at night“ Are you unhappy at night? " Low Chun's voice suddenly sounded, better than the hero's voice, and close at hand. Su Xiang ate, chewed his mouth, then nodded, and his heart sank again. The meaning of father-in-law and mother-in-law was so obvious that she had to carry a broom to drive her out. Su Xiang squeezed the knife and fork in his hand and lowered his head. She wanted to leave Fu's house, but as soon as she saw Fu Ying, she couldn't. When she entered the door, she saw her son with the woman who might be his mother in the future. She almost couldn't help rushing over and holding her son. Just after dinner, when they were watching TV in the living room, Mrs. Zhuoya called her away again. They stood behind the hall. Mrs. Zhuoya pointed to the remaining three in the living room and said to her, "you see, Miss Jin likes Fu Ying very much. She is very kind to him. You can rest assured." In that case, it hurts. As soon as his back warmed, Su Xiang turned back. Fu Hanchuan half hugged her, held her hand in his big hand, put the fork she held into his mouth, and ate the foie gras she forgot to eat. He said, "Miss Kim is a guest." Then he leaned back and sat down. Neither hot nor cold, neither salty nor light, even some inexplicable, Su Xiang looked at him, some understand, but not very understand. The light on the screen went out on the man's face, and his expression was unreal, but Su Xiang felt inexplicably relaxed. With a slight bend in the corner of her lip, she picked a cherry and put it into his mouth. Leaning in his arms, he was pressed down by him. He ate her other cherry, crisp and itchy hemp... After playing for a while, he sat back in his chair. Su Xiang panted, looked up at him, closed his eyes, and looked tired between his eyebrows. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.