Chapter 701： I'm greedy and want a lot

After the two brothers and sisters got back together, Yan Huaibi was busy with work and handover for two consecutive days.

But no matter how late, he would take time out of his busy schedule to go home and accompany Yan Zhixu, who was temporarily absent from work, for dinner.

Two days later.

A car drove into Yushan Huafu.

Seeing this, Yan Zhixu, who had just finished washing his hair with his hair loose, sat on a lounge chair on the balcony on the second floor enjoying the warm sun, got up and walked downstairs.

When they came to Yushan Huafu, a tall and straight man in a black shirt was taking down his luggage, scanning the code to pay the fare, and then the taxi turned around and left.

Passing by Yan Zhixu's side, the middle-aged taxi driver tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and his mind was in a mess.

I always felt that this woman was a little familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't think of it, and I gave up decisively. It might be the face of the public.

"Time Mo."

A soft voice sounded, slamming into his heart from a distance, and he let go of his hand holding the suitcase.

These two words spit out from her mouth, but there is endless romance in the ordinary.

Fu Shimo turned around, and what caught her eye was the person walking by. The undefeated phoenix tree at the door was full of purple flowers, but she came from under the tree, but she was prettier than the flowers.

The warm autumn sun shone on her body, so dazzling and dazzling, it was impossible to face it.

"Ash."

His **** Adam's apple wriggled, and there was an uncontrollable darkness in his eyes under the lens.

At this moment, as if through time, I saw her in the majestic and magnificent hall, wearing a snow-white robe and a jade pendant of good quality around her waist, walking towards him lazily and casually.

The pictures overlapped and shattered, and in the end, only the person who had walked up to him came into view.

Disciple, how lucky I am to meet you in this life.

At this time, we are in full bloom, the male is unmarried, and the female is not married. What awaits us will be a broader and hopeful future.

Yan Zhixu pursed her lips, "Not bad, it's pretty quick to come back."

"Okay."

Fu Shimo pulled up the suitcase on the ground with one hand, and held her hand with the other. The two of them clasped their fingers together and walked towards the door.

Enter the house after face recognition.

After putting away his luggage, he opened the refrigerator, took out the fruit, washed it, and put it on the coffee table.

The two rested for a while, Yan Zhixu picked out a grape from the fruit bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, the sweet and sour feeling filled his mouth.

Fu Shimo sat next to her, unbuttoning the collar of his black shirt a few times, revealing his Adam's apple and hard chest.

He took out the remote and turned on the large-screen TV hanging on the wall to tune to the news channel.

After watching the news for a few minutes, he turned to look at her, his voice was low and hoarse, "Didn't you say that I will compensate me when I come back."

Yan Zhixu stopped eating the grapes, took out a tissue to wipe his lips and hands, and threw the garbage into the trash can.

She leaned forward, drawing the distance between her and him, staring at the perfect, flawless face in front of her with interest.

The corners of his mouth raised, "What do you want?"

Hearing this, Fu Shimo's eyes were deep.

He approached her, the two of them got close, the nose and lips were almost touching, and the ears and temples were grinding together.

He overflowed with a chuckle, his Adam's apple trembled slightly, "I'm very greedy and want a lot."

Even if he wears a pair of glasses, the lenses still can't stop the heat in his eyes, and the scorching flames seem to melt everything.

Yan Zhixu raised his eyebrows, "President Fu, have you heard a word? You have to learn to fight for what you want."

He replied, "Of course."

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand clasped the back of her head and then lowered his head, moving towards the red lips he longed for.

Lips meet.