Chapter 157

Fu Chen was kicked for a while, but she didn't recover. When her calf hurt, she raised her foot and kicked again.

This girl is really

Think you can't get rid of her?

Even dare to kick.

"You big pig hoof, you still like me, you don't cheat me, i... well --" anyway, she thinks that in the dream, speaking is hysterical.

Fu Chen frowned.

Before Song Feng finished speaking, Fu Chen put his hand over her mouth and pressed her on one side of the wall. He put his other hand on her back for fear of hurting her.

"Well --" song Fengwan reached out and patted him. Even with the strength of wine, he was not as strong as Fu Chen.

Just about to kick him, his knee a top, pain made her frown.

How can he bully me in my dream?

"Shout again?"

If you wake people up in the middle of the night, how can you do?

"Well --" song Fengwan didn't care about this and was still struggling.

"If you move and shout again, I'll deal with you here."

Fu Chen is also forced by her, others are OK, if Qiao Xiyan wakes up, won't all previous achievements be wasted.

On hearing this, song Fengwan was quiet and blinked at him.

"No shouting."

She nodded stiffly.

Fu Chen released his hand, and song Fengwan's mouth and nose were covered before he could breathe.

"Let's have a good talk." Fu Chen pulled her hair to one side, slightly messy.

Song Fengwan twisted his body.

Since it's a good talk, how much does it mean to block her on the wall?

"Why do you think I don't like you?" Fu Chen was very concerned about what she had just said. She told the truth after drinking.

"You already have someone you like. Don't think I don't know." Song Fengwan struggled to no avail, so he simply gave up and let him down.

I just feel that this person's breathing is too hot, pressing on her chest, making people gasp.

"Who I like?" Fu Shen raised his eyebrows.

Besides her, does he like other people?

He's a client who doesn't know.

"I see your mobile phone wallpaper, what night, long hair, still can't sleep..." song Fengwan can't remember the original poem.

"Sleeping day, your hair is crumpled disorderly by the night..."

Fu Chen pressed her, breathing closer and closer, almost close to her skin.

"I'm stirred up by you."

"I can't sleep at night."

His voice was low and pleasant, but now he deliberately pushed her. Song Fengwan couldn't stand it. His legs were numb and half of his body was numb.

"Yes, that's it. It's shameless of you to listen to the pornographic songs in a dream in the garden."

"This is Munk's poem, named city, which is about the complex feelings of the city. Who told you that it's about love?" Fu Chen was close to her, saying that it was questioning, more of a murmur.

"City?" Song Fengwan bit his lips.

Do you think it's wrong?

"Before you..." Fu Chen thought that since she thought she was dreaming, she didn't care about those. "No one."

"Not before, not in the future."

"Well --" song Fengwan felt that the man in front of her began to tempt her again. "It's shameless of you to ask me to be responsible today. It's clear that you took advantage of me before, and you won't admit it when you wake up!"

"When did I take advantage of you?" Fu Chen saw that she was very angry. He put his hand on her back side and gently stroked it to help her smooth her breath.

Just a kiss.

The little girl has been thinking about it for a long time.

"Just... Go back to the snow field." Song Feng was so angry that he gritted his teeth, "you played a hooligan to me and didn't admit it afterwards."

"Well? What's the matter with hooligans? " He chuckled.

"Just touch my mouth!"

Fu Shen lowered his head and pecked at her lips, "so?"

"Almost!" Song Fengwan was in a trance, but he didn't realize that he was taken advantage of again.

"Breathing disorder crisscross, lip heat seems to melt people.

Hold it, bite it.

I always think it's not enough.

Song Fengwan was inexperienced. He let out a light murmur from the corner of his mouth, and his heart trembled.

Fu Chen took advantage of the situation to deepen the kiss, fragrant and gorgeous, and confused.

It wasn't until late Song Feng's legs were too soft to stand. Fu Chen reached for her waist and pressed her lips to grind. As soon as he left half an inch, he licked her again, or the next second, he tried to stabilize her again.

Fu Chen took her body and held her tightly in his arms.

The body is close to each other.

The more ambiguous the posture, the more irritating.

Fu Chen held her lips and felt that she was out of breath, so he pulled away slightly and held her fingers, which were still holding her clothes.

"This is the real first kiss." Fu Chen felt that those were not counted before.

Song Fengwan's mind is confused. He thinks this man is shameless. He has been kissing many times in his dream, and he doesn't admit it.

"Do you want any more?"

"Well?" Song Fengwan's ears are red. What is this man talking about?

Fu Shen looked down at him and went down to find her lips. This time, his strength was much lighter.

Song Fengwan felt dizzy for no reason, and he was afraid that he would suffocate to death.

……

Fu Chen did not dare to be too eager and worried about leaving traces. He pecked twice and pulled away. Song Fengwan put his head on his chest and gasped for breath.

Why is it different this time.

Kissing is still a work of strength?

My mouth hurts, my legs are soft, and I'm weak

And it's hard to breathe.

At this moment, there is a sound of fireworks outside. Christmas Eve is over

Fu Chen leaned in her ear and said softly.

"Merry Christmas."

**

At last, song Fengwan lies at the table and drinks most of the water. He falls down and wants to go to sleep. Fu Chen holds her up

Just out of the kitchen, he saw a figure standing outside.

The brilliant light of fireworks brightened his smooth head.

He didn't know how long he had been here.

"Third uncle..."

"Shh," Fu Shen said in a low voice.

Huaisheng covers his mouth and his eyes are black and bright.

Seeing Fu Shen take song Fengwan back to his room, he releases his hand.

When he turned on the kitchen light, Song Feng was so drunk that he used three or four water cups and made all the water stains on the table. He took a rag to dry the water stains, washed the cups and put them back in place.

When Fu Shen came downstairs, he was already lying by the bed watching the fireworks.

He glanced at the kitchen, as neat as new.

He took a milk and handed it to him.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Not yet?"

"I can't sleep. When I hear something moving downstairs, I'll come and have a look." Although everything here is better than that on the mountain, he still feels sour and uncomfortable, "third uncle, when can I go back to see the master?"

"You can go back at the weekend."

"Third uncle..."

"Well?"

"You've been fighting for a long time, aren't you tired?"

Fu Chen's eyebrows twisted. This guy saw it.

"Don't worry. I said I would help you. I'm sure I'll keep my mouth shut and say nothing."

"Not to my sister." Fu Chen exhorted.

"I also cleaned up the scene, you see!" Huaisheng pointed to the kitchen.

The scene?

He's just a kiss, not a thief.

"Third uncle, I overheard some married elder martial brothers discuss in private before, saying that women's mouths are very sweet. Is that true?" When he looked at Fu Shen in his eyes, he was eager for knowledge.

A bunch of fireworks, his face, set off colorful.

Does the child know too much? What did he learn in the mountains?

Sweet or not, what does it have to do with you who are determined to be Abbot?