Chapter 687

Fu Jin's eyes were helpless. She took her hand down, grabbed it in her own hand and put it on her mouth.

Song September's heart trembles. I don't know why, but I feel like I want to get rid of each other. Haven't I seen you for a few days?

Turning around and looking around, I didn't find Yu Chuyuan's figure. I slowly stopped and looked at the man with a smile.

"Fu Jin, what about Yu Chuyuan?"

Fu Yan's footstep a meal, turned head to see the other side, the eye a deep, think of what slowly open mouth.

"I asked him to stay there, do something for me, and come back soon."

Song September pick eyebrows, it is so ah, face smile some reluctantly, like across a layer of indescribable, road unknown cloth.

They drove all the way back to the villa. She specially called Xiao Hei over. Xiao Hei ran to Fu Yan. Finally, she slowly stopped and turned around him, flattering and shaking her head.

A smile flashed in Fu Yan's eyes. He reached out and slapped each other in the air. Finally, he squatted down and touched Xiao Hei's head. The remaining light of his eyes was looking at Song September to observe the expression on each other's face.

"Is this guy fat? It seems that people will be sent to the army for training again. If it goes on like this, it will definitely be abandoned. "

Song Jiuyue also squats down, pinches Xiaohei's nose and hooks up the corner of his mouth.

"Didn't you just leave it in the army last time? It's only been so long. I can't bear it. "

Fu Yan looked up at the man, reached out and grasped the other side's hand, and pulled the man over.

Song Jiuyue didn't expect that the other party's action was so fast, and he fell directly into his arms. He was still in such a shameful posture, and his face was a little angry.

"Let go!"

Fu Yan bowed her head to kiss her. She was dodged lightly. Her eyes flashed, and the corners of her mouth were joking. She slowly stood up and pulled her hand into her palm. After entering the living room, she put the person against the wall.

"Did you miss me?"

Song September frowned, hesitated and nodded, but one hand was defensive, ready to push people away at any time.

Fu Yan picked up her eyebrow, grabbed her hand, and locked her backhand behind her back. As soon as she hooked her leg, the other side couldn't move. She slowly approached and kissed her lips.

Song September bit her nose, but two people want to avoid each other's blood in one hand.

"Miss me but don't let me kiss you, or do you want to take the initiative and kiss me, eh?"

Song September cold face, also don't know where the strength, push people away, the first into the living room, in the other party can't see the place, eyes have become a little dangerous.

"Fu Jin, take a bath. I'll ask you something later."

Fu Yan is stunned. He approaches song Jiuyue sitting on the sofa and rubs her head. He wants to steal another fragrance, but the other party avoids it again. His eyes are deep.

"What happened at home?"

His tone is a little worried. He takes out his mobile phone and wants to call Mo Yi. Song Jiuyue takes a special look at his mobile phone, which he brought with him before going abroad.

"Nothing's wrong. Go and take a bath."

Fu Qian bowed his head and gradually approached the man. A trace of ambiguity flashed in his eyes.

"Won't you wash with me? I miss you. Now I don't want to separate from you and wash together, OK? "

His tone is very provocative. The tip of his nose touches her tip, and his lips are slowly rubbing her lips.

Song Jiuyue's face is full of smile. He reaches out to hold each other's face and pinches it carefully. His face has finger prints.

"I just washed it."

Fu Yan side head pecked on her face for a while, this just a school leisurely upstairs.

When she went away, song Jiuyue raised her hand and looked at her fingers. Her real skin touch was Fu Jin, but she always felt that something was wrong. It was like a layer of things separated from her heart and soul.

Is there any change in Fu's mood?

She turned her head and touched Xiaohei. Xiaohei was sleeping with her eyes half closed at this time, and her ears moved occasionally. If this person was not Fu Jin, Xiaohei would be angry.

With a twinkle in his eyes, he got up and went upstairs. Without the permission of the other party, he directly pushed the door of the bathroom open a seam. The man was taking off his clothes, and there were crisscross nail scratches on his back. Before he went abroad, the two people had been touching each other to death. Because she was crying for mercy, she was ruthless, and she was ruthless on his back.

Fu Jin seems to have noticed her action and deliberately left her clothes aside.

"Don't peek. Song September, either come in and wash together, or go to bed and wait."

Song Jiuyue's lips pursed, closed the door, turned to sit on the bed, turned on the computer, knocked on it for a while, heard the sound from the bathroom, and looked up.

The man came out in his pajamas and was wiping his hair with a towel. He came up to her and held her in his arms and gave her a hard kiss."Those countries in Africa are very terrible. For the first time we had a close contact with the supola virus, Chu Yuan and I didn't expect that the scene would be so miserable. Now the whole people are still in a trance. I'll have a sleep first. When we wake up, we'll go to Fu's home together."

Song Jiuyue nodded. When the man lay on the bed, she also slowly lay down. She was caught by the other side and put her arms in her arms.

"Don't move. Please let me hold you for a while."

The man said this in a hoarse voice, and then there was a slight breathing sound. It seemed that he was really tired. Song Jiuyue looked up at each other, slowly turned his back, and had some resistance.

When she turned her back, Fu opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, then leaned over and put her head on her back.

Song September's whole body is stiff, can't sleep at all, like a thick cloud floating over, has covered her, can't see the truth, can only a little bit of their own trial.

In the afternoon, the man had woken up and refused to get up. Suddenly, he turned over to her. His hand was almost under her clothes. The meaning was self-evident.

Song Jiuyue grabbed his hand.

"Don't get angry again."

Fu Yan picked up the eyebrows and didn't care about these. She continued to slide her hand inside. She felt the soft skin and was pushed away before she could move it.

Song September calmly took one side of the coat to wear on the body, ignored him.

Fu Jin felt funny and got up immediately to change her clothes.

After they went out, they got on the bus directly.

After arriving at the old house, the old man was sitting on the sofa, and there was only one person in the hall for the time being.

During the conversation between the other party and the old man, song Jiuyue specially looked at the old man's expression. There was nothing unusual. Didn't he even find something wrong? Or is she really oversensitive?