Chapter 287

Fu Chen went back to the house, staring at the gray black scarf in his hand and couldn't help laughing.

He reached out and rubbed his neck. Where she bit him last night, it was still painful.

This girl, I didn't expect to be quite wild. How clever she used to be, now she's more and more daring.

In fact, last night

Fu Chen pulls Song Feng to the door of the room late. She is still talking. She just emphasizes that she will have class tomorrow and so on. It makes Fu Chen impatient. Does she think she will do something to her when she is such a beast.

He put the card on the sensor, and the door opened. Song Fengwan was pulled in by him, and it was dark inside. Fu Shen raised his foot and kicked the door, blocking her between himself and the door.

Instead of inserting the room card into the groove of the control light, he looked down at her.

"Go on." He had a smile in his voice.

It's dark all around, only the red light of the fire alarm is particularly eye-catching. She can clearly feel that he is getting closer and closer, and the burning breath falls on her face, crisp and itchy.

Blowing her heart soft waves suddenly, heart tightly together, heart beat fast, a violent impact on her.

In their own city, and he came out to open a house.

It's really intense and exciting.

Fu Shen called her in a very deep and alluring voice

It's like being strangled by someone. My heart itches and I can't breathe.

Song Fengwan was pushed against the door. Fu Shen put his hands on her sides and lowered his head to tease her. The breath blew lightly and heavily on her face, and the tip of his nose rubbed against her.

Gentle and soft.

Song Fengwan looks up slightly as if he is waiting for something, but someone just deliberately teases her and makes fun of her.

"Third brother!" She frowned slightly.

Fu Shen, with a low smile, slightly tilts his head and kisses her lips heavily. She breathes heavily. If he hadn't reached out to cover her, song Fengwan's head would have hit the door. His fingers clasped her head and pressed her lips to grind.

Or with a lick, very attractive.

Song Fengwan couldn't breathe. A trace of dissatisfaction came out from the corner of her mouth. Her heart was trembling and her legs were so soft that she could hardly stand.

Fu Chen clasped her waist, pressed her tightly in his arms, and his body was close to

A perfect match makes a fuss.

It wasn't until song Fengwan couldn't breathe that Fu Chen let her go, turned on the light, grabbed her and carried her to bed

On the white sheet, the rose petals are in the shape of a heart. Song Fengwan noticed that the whole room is full of the fragrance of roses. Song Fengwan was pressed on the bed by him, and the overwhelming kisses swept over her, making her soft and soft under him.

Fu Shen reached out to take off her clothes, his eyes fell on her school uniform, his throat was sliding, his forehead was against her, but with a smile, he turned over and lay beside her

Song Fengwan was panting, and her little face was more beautiful than rose.

"You're not going to do your homework." Fu Shen turned over and tugged at his collar, trying to relieve the heat.

Song Fengwan got up and went to the table. He turned out several test papers from his schoolbag, as well as the reference answers issued at the end of the exam. Everyone could figure out the approximate score of the joint exam.

She fingered in her schoolbag and said, "third brother, I have a gift for you, too."

"Well?" Fu Shen unscrewed the mineral water bottle on one side, poured it into the electric teapot, and plugged in the power to boil water.

Then song Fengwan took out something wrapped in a plastic bag from his bag and said, "it's not very good for me to do this for the first time. You can make do with it."

Fu Chen chuckled and reached for it, but she held it tightly and refused to give it.

"If it's not good, I won't give up."

Fu Shen suddenly pulled the bag out of her hand

As soon as he opened the bag, he guessed what was in it. There was nothing more meaningful than a hand-made gift. He was happy at the bottom of his heart, and it was silly to reach out.

"Late..." Fu Shen frowned, "this year's pop hole scarf?"

There are many threads, big and small, at least seven or eight holes. The most terrible thing is, why is this scarf big at one end and small at the other?

Song Feng bit her lip in the evening. She went to buy the wool during the Chinese New Year. When the aunt taught her, it was very simple, but when she took it home, it was like this.

She went to the landlady, and she said only one thing.

"Little girl, you can't get it back."

Song Fengwan started school immediately, and he had no time and energy to weave a new one, so he could only break the pot.

"Late, this..." Fu Chen pointed to a piece of thread at the end of the scarf, "did you forget to finish here?"

Song Fengwan said, "if you don't want it, it's OK."

She stretched out her hand to snatch it, but Fu Chen naturally refused to give it.

Two people don't know when wrestled to the bed, "late, I think you should be the kind of dexterous." After all, he studied art, and the Qiao family were all craftsmen. Who knew that Song Feng was so disabled in his late years.

"You..." song Fengwan also felt that he was not good at it. He was embarrassed and teased by him. He was anxious and angry. His arm was not long enough, so he couldn't reach it. As soon as his heart was horizontal, he took a bite at his neck

"Hiss -" Fu snorted.

Song Fengwan was buried in his neck. His breathing was urgent and heavy, and his mouth was sharp, as if he was going to be killed by a belt.

"Do you want to say it or not?" Song Fengwan looks at Fu Chen like a wild cat.

If he said a word of discontent at the moment, the girl might scratch his face.

"I love it." Fu Chen held her neck, pressed her down and gave her a good kiss.

They don't know when they rolled onto the sheets

Song Fengwan wore a set of black autumn clothes and trousers, while Fu Shen only wore a white shirt on his upper body. They were clinging to each other and panting.

Fu Chen felt that he was just looking for guilt to tease her.

He turned over and looked up at the ceiling with a large piece of tawny glass on top, which could clearly reflect every move on the bed.

Song Fengwan turned over and turned to Fu Shen

She had been in the examination room all day before, her hands and feet were cold, but now she didn't get warm, so she rubbed her feet against his legs.

Fu Shen's eyelids trembled, "what do you want to do?"

"It's too cold." Song Fengwan put his hand on his chest. Fu Shen trembled with cold. When her fingers were stained with heat, she began to make trouble uneasily. She rubbed his abdomen, sliding between them, sketching the outline of his abdominal muscles

Seems to have six?

Her small hand slightly down, not all say that a good man has eight abdominal muscles? Soft and tender hands, more and more aggressive

Fu Shen breathed heavily and held her hand down. "No homework?"

Song Fengwan just a smile, reached out to embrace him, rubbed twice, "later write it, a little tired."

After two consecutive days of high-intensity examination, I am tired both physically and mentally.

Song Feng felt something against her abdomen in the evening. Her face turned red, and she jumped up and ran

Fu Chen is dumb and runs away when he's finished?

Do you still want to feel down?

Don't worry, one day

**

After Song Feng got up late, he really lay on the table and began to revise the test paper. Fu Chen took a shower, sat beside her and looked at the test paper she put on one side.

She is good at Chinese and English, and there are few places marked in red pen.

The papers of all subjects are classified. Fu Shen flipped through the pile of Chinese papers at hand. He just looked at them casually until his eyes fell on her composition

I couldn't help laughing.

Song Fengwan was seriously revising the test paper when he saw that he was writing his own composition. He almost jumped up from the stool and grabbed the test paper.

"When did aunt Yun get sick and let you go to the hospital in the middle of the night?" Fu Shen smirked.

"Seeing my mother's white sideburns, I suddenly realized that..."

"In several argumentative essays, Sima Qian was punished by the palace for countless times, and he was really miserable."

……

"Fu Shen!" Song Feng was so angry that he almost threw a pen at him, "you..."

"I'm not going to read any more. You're good at books." Fu Shen was holding a smile.

How can song Fengwan peep at his composition.

Maybe her writing style is good, and every time her composition score is not low, Fu Chen couldn't help laughing when he saw the teacher give her a line of comments

It's an excellent composition to show your true feelings

Song Feng was so angry that his heart was aching

**

But Fu Chen didn't expect that she learned until more than two o'clock in the morning. She didn't get into bed until all the papers were corrected. The next day, the alarm clock rang at five thirty.

I only slept about three hours.

Fu Shen took her to breakfast and sent her to school. All the way, she was so confused that she dozed off, which made Fu Shen feel distressed.

Song Fengwan was very happy, because Fu Chen always wore the ugly scarf around his neck.