Chapter 129

Song Feng's heart is like a deer bumping in the evening. His fingers are still rubbing between her forehead, gentle and warm.

Gripping, like a hundred claws scratching.

"Why didn't you talk back to me just now?"

The four eyes are opposite.

Song Fengwan's eyelashes trembled and his face turned red.

"If you are one of your own, I will not pursue it. If you want to kick more, you can do it." He lowered his head to coax her, the breath blowing in her face, hot.

She shrunk, Fu Shen low smile, "you hide what?"

Thin lips, hot.

Song Fengwan suddenly remembered the kiss in the snow field that night.

... his lips are soft, with her... Hot.

He is usually mild and abstinent. Mr. Fu said that he had never been in love at such an old age. He didn't expect to kiss

The action is domineering.

The lips... Are still so hot.

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When Fu Shen is laughing and flirting, is this little girl in a daze?

"What are you thinking?" Fu Chenwen whispered.

"It's OK." Song Fengwan hurried back, broke away from Fu Shen's breath and gasped for breath like a narrow escape.

"How about kicking me?" Fu Chen looked at her, and the little girl bit her lip and began to show pity for him.

"Or... Shall we keep accounts?"

"How to keep accounts? I'll kick you a few times later to get it back? "

The late Song Dynasty was full of language.

"If you don't allow me one condition, it's the same as last time."

Last time, because of Cheng Tianyi's request, she agreed to Fu Chen's request, but he hasn't mentioned it yet.

"Well, as long as I can do it." She expected that Fu Chen would not pit her as a little girl.

"This is for me in your arms?" Fu Chen pointed to the paper bag she was holding.

"Well, that's what I wanted to give you last time. I forgot." Song Fengwan handed him the paper bag.

Fu Chen took it, took out the box and opened it.

The Buddha beads are dark red red red sandalwood with a few stone blue pines embedded in the middle, which is ancient and simple.

"I just helped you with your lie, and I helped you. How can you repay me?"

Song Fengwan looked at him.

"Before I went to the snow field, you broke my Buddha bead, and you still owe me a Buddha bead." Fu Chen clutched the beads and approached her.

Song Fengwan hurried to the door, waiting for the opportunity to rush out, secretly scolding him shamelessly.

You took away my first kiss, and it's not clear.

"Strictly speaking, you owe me a lot. How can you repay me?" Fu Shen knew that she wanted to go, faster and pressing step by step.

Song Fengwan was silly. "I'll take this Buddha's Pearl back to you."

"It was bought by your cousin. It should have been given to me long ago. You embezzled it privately. I didn't settle with you. Are you going to pay off the debt with it?"

When he said this, Fu Chen had already approached her by the door.

Song Fengwan leans back against the door and touches the handle with his fingers. As soon as he hears the sound of the door lock twisting, Fu Chen reaches out his hand to hold the door down and hold it on the side of her head to draw a circle for her.

Between the square inch, an inch of space.

Close enough to breathe.

"You want to run before you pay off your debt? Don't you mind if I tell your cousin? "

The late Song Dynasty was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

According to him, she owes him so much that she has to pay back everything. She is a student. Does this force her to make reparations for her debts?

"Third Master, people like you don't make small reports in private. It's all villain's behavior. Only a three-year-old does it." Song Fengwan smiles at him, and his eyes are full of dark light.

Fu Chen pursed his mouth, and the little girl dug a hole for him?

Just when Fu Chen wanted to open his mouth, there was a knock on the door.

"Third Master, did you sleep?"

Josiyan's voice, he always holding a knife, fingers strong, knocking on the door is clanging.

Song Fengwan was so short of breath that she turned pale with fright. The knock on the door seemed to strike on her heart. Her heart was like beating a drum. She held her breath and subconsciously pulled Fu Chen's clothes.

"Third Master?"

Qiao Xiyan's voice was low, and it was even more depressing across the door. Song Fengwan shook his head at Fu Shen.

"What's the matter?" Fu Chen replied.

"Can you come in and talk?"

Song Feng was in a hurry in the evening. He pulled Fu Shen's clothes with his fingers and twisted out a layer of folds.

Soft body close to come, even if the whole body tight, the girl's unique aroma is still pervasive.

Fu Shen's throat was tight. I wish I could press her on the door!

Give me a good kiss.

Song Fengwan shakes her head at him all the time. According to her understanding of Qiao Xiyan, when she sees that they are alone in the same room, the cliff will think awkwardly. Moreover, once the story of Fozhu is exposed, she will die.

"I've just taken a bath and I'm not dressed yet. You can say something directly." Fu Chen could not see her panic, fingers gently stroked her hair, a little force, put her into his arms.

Head down, press her ear, "don't be afraid."

The mouth opened and closed, almost containing her ears, her body crisp half, fell in his arms, soft.

"I have something to do tomorrow. I'm going north. I want to borrow a car from you."

Qiao Xiyan is a southerner. It's wet and rainy in the south. He pays more attention to stability when choosing his car. In the north, the latitude is high, and ice and snow are accumulated. His car pays more attention to skid resistance.

It's a rainy and snowy day in the capital. His car is really not easy.

"Yes, I'll have the key for you tomorrow morning."

"Thank you. I won't disturb you then." Josiyan said and left.

Song Fengwan was stunned until she heard the sound of closing the door.

"I helped you again." Fu Chen looked at her frightened appearance, but he thought it was particularly lovely.

Song Fengwan gritted his teeth. He was really a businessman. He was careful in everything.

The abdomen is black, the heart and liver are black.

That's very funny. She's a poor student.

"Just think I owe you another request." Song Fengwan was so angry that he broke his arms and turned to open the door to go out.

The door opened a slit and a pair of hands stretched out from the back

Press and hold the door panel.

The door slammed, and Fu Shen leaned over and pressed her on the door.

"I have a demand now."

"What?" Song Fengwan was facing the door, feeling the person on her back clinging to her neck. Her breathing was light and heavy, which made her neck itch.

"In fact, I'm the same age as your cousin. Why do you call me uncle when you call him brother?"

Fu Chen leaned over and rubbed the tip of her nose against her earlobe. It was small and ruddy. It was tempting to look at it.

"Don't be uncle, be what..." song Fengwan married Fu Yu. He was Fu Yuxiu's uncle, and she subconsciously regarded him as an elder.

Fu Shen's lips rubbed her ears and watched her ears turn red, shy and lovely.

He chuckled.

"How about calling me third brother?"

Hoarse voice, deep bewitching.