Chapter 387

Sichuan Beijing home

Jinghanchuan finally saw a classic horror film and saw some bloody scenes. Then he felt more comfortable. He had a good night and dreamed of the dawn.

And on the other side

Fu Shen deeply kisses song Fengwan. His fingertips have already lifted off her long skirt. His clothes are half pushed, revealing a piece of white shoulder strap, which is thin on the shoulder. He breathes deeply.

The burning kiss fell on her clavicle.

Gentle hot, startled song Fengwan body gently shudder, slightly face, body bow, but instinctively cater to him.

There seems to be a voice in my mind telling me that some things need to be more than enough, but the body conquers the reason, and I have no time to think more at the moment.

Fu Shen put his fingers on her back

Her head was in chaos, unable to think about anything, but she felt hot all over. His fingertips drifted away on her body, with a sense of numbness.

"Late..."

Fu Chen reached out to hold her little hand and put it on his chest, "help me take off my clothes."

Song Fengwan is also confused at the moment, and actually starts to help him untie the button.

Her fingers trembled a little, and it took a lot of effort to untie a button. Her fingers rubbed against his chest.

The whole body was hot, the blood under the skin was running, Fu Shen's forehead was full of sweat, breathing heavily, falling on her face, as if to scorch her

Her fingers fell on his chest, her heart beat, plop——

Steady and powerful impact.

"Third brother -" her voice is charming. She glides through his chest, causing his throat to slip. At this moment, his chest has already revealed a piece of skin, delicate and warm, but warm as fire.

Any man can't be as quiet as a gentleman in such a situation.

"What?" Fu Chen kisses her face, overbearing and intimate, which makes people want more.

"Your heart beats so fast, so fast..."

The touch of fingertips, the pleasure from the caudal vertebrae, started a layer of shudder.

Fu Shen's whole body was hanging above her, and his arms were on her sides. At this moment, her dress was half open, and the spring light was looming, which made his breath stagnate.

Looking down from her clavicle, her eyes are as delicate as jade, inch by inch

Red eyes, hot eyes.

Song Fengwan was also made hot all over, just fierce kiss, let a person can't breathe, she breathed out a turbid breath, the spicy taste of wine stimulate people's blood.

"Get up first and drink the sobering tea, so as not to have a headache tomorrow." Fu Chen or the first temporary pressure of the heart of anger, get up to help her up, against the bed.

He picked up the sobering tea and tasted it himself.

It's sweet, sour and bitter. I can't describe the taste.

"Have a drink." Fu Chen feeds water to her mouth.

Song Fengwan opened her mouth obediently. After two drinks, she felt that her stomach was surging, as if something was going to gush out. She quickly backed away Fu Chen, but she didn't push away for a moment. She could only crawl under the bed.

He walked so fast that he didn't feel his knee hitting the edge of the bed.

It's not my home. I felt for a long time, but I didn't find the bathroom.

"This way." When Fu Chen saw that she wanted to vomit, he quickly opened the door of the bathroom. Song Fengwan rushed in and held the edge of the toilet. It was a bout of retching.

At that time, Fu Shen squatted on her side, inevitably splashed some on her body.

Where does he have a little bit of beautiful mind, help her pour water gargle, just help her back to bed.

He helped her take off her dirty clothes. Even though she was wearing very little at the moment, Fu Chen couldn't raise any interest.

At this moment, he noticed that song Fengwan's knee was bruised and bleeding. But she seems to be ignorant and sleepless.

Fu Chen has no choice but to ask the Beijing family for a change of clothes and a medicine box.

This surprised the Beijing family.

How long have these two been in? Is that the end?

So fast?

What do you want a medicine box for?

What did Mr. Fu do to other girls? Can you hurt yourself in bed?

I didn't expect that he seemed gentle and ascetic, so wild and fierce in private.

Where can Fu Shen care what the Beijing family is thinking? He helps song Fengwan deal with the wound and simply takes a shower before going to bed.

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The following day

When Song Feng woke up in the evening, it was already more than ten o'clock in the morning. She was awakened by the sound of closing the window. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a woman in her forties, wearing sweeping clothes, helping her to open the window.

Fine rain fell on the window, accompanied by a cool wind, blowing her whole person awake.

"Miss Song, you are awake." The man was laughing.

"Here is..." song Fengwan looked at the room, decorated with antique luxury, not a hotel at all.

"Beijing family, the third master came with you yesterday. He and the sixth master were downstairs." The maid picked up her changed clothes and cleaned them before leaving the house.

Song Fengwan did remember that Fu Chen came to pick him up yesterday, but he couldn't remember many things behind him. He was too drunk.

She directly opened the quilt, and suddenly saw a star red on the sheet. She breathed heavily and reached for it twice. This is

Blood?

Her brain exploded, her clothes were changed, but her underwear were all there, and there was nothing strange about her except the pain in her knee.

If you have a relationship, don't you feel it?

Song Feng's memory only stays in the dining room, kneading Fu Shen's face. At that time, he was arrogant and presumptuous, and he was even direct to him

Did you drink too much last night? What did you do to him? You can't force yourself against him

Song Fengwan pulled his hair, the whole person is ignorant, how can there be blood?

My head was in a mess, and I didn't even think about my knee.

Fu Chen heard that Song Feng woke up late. When he pushed the door in, he saw her standing by the window in a daze. He didn't notice him coming in.

Until Fu Chen came in, she was surprised and didn't turn around. A pair of warm hands stretched out from the back, hugged her tightly from the back, covered her abdomen and stuck her whole body to herself.

"What's the matter?" Fu Chen kisses her side face.

"What did I do to you last night?"

"What?"

Fu Shen lowers his head and kisses her on the shoulder. Xu is not satisfied with this. He turns her around and presses her on the window

The autumn rain is cold, and it knocks on the window, as if it falls on her back. Song Fengwan is so kissed that his body is full of electricity.

"What do you think happened last night that you can get out of bed today, eh?"

Provocative ending, provocative stimulation, hit her eardrum, heart straight tremor.

"There is..." song Fengwan pointed to the sheet.

Fu Chen Yu Guang glanced at him. "You rubbed your knees. You drank too much last night and wanted to vomit. You walked too fast. You accidentally knocked on the bedside..."

"Where were we last night?" Song Fengwan intuitively told her that she must have been gorgeous last night.

"Why don't I take you back to it?" Fu Chen stroked her soft hair and pressed her on her chest. "If you were as enthusiastic as last night, it would be great."

"I last night..."

"I love it." Fu Chen kisses the top of her hair, which makes song Fengwan blush.

Sure enough, men are predators.

The couple's kissing is ambiguous. They can feel all kinds of different tastes every time. They are tired of it in the room for a while and then go downstairs.

Jing Hanchuan is teasing the kitten with a stick.

Yu Guang watched them come down, slightly picking eyebrows.

She said that she would go upstairs and ask her to come down for dinner. It took more than an hour to go up. I really don't know what they are doing up there? Do you need to be so tired of falling in love?

"Meow --" the kitten knew song Fengwan, called at her, and continued to jump to catch the cat stick.

Song Fengwan felt a little embarrassed. He was in someone else's house and still stayed up so late.

"I'll get ready, and I'll have dinner soon."

"I'll help you." Song Fengwan just proposed that Jing Hanchuan's fingers be snapped by the cat and snatched away.

"You're the guest. You'd better sit down."

Jinghanchuan has long seen Fu Chen's bead, how ugly Luozi is, and the broken scarf. He thinks song Fengwan may want to blow up his kitchen.

"I can help you." Song Fengwan spoke very seriously.

"Not really." Jinghanchuan goes directly into the kitchen.

"Come on, watch TV." Fu Chen knew what Jing Hanchuan was afraid of and took song Fengwan to sit down.

"Not very well..." song Fengwan still wanted to help.

……

It's the first time that Song Feng has never been to Beijing before. It's totally different from what he thought. It's retro and luxurious, and it also shows the style of the Republic of China. On the wall not far away, there are old photos of a beautiful woman with a long ponytail. Later, he cut his short hair to the same ear, and most of them wear costumes.

Carrying sleeves, playing Huadan, pretty and vivid.

"This is Hanchuan's mother. She used to be a famous actress in Beijing, the most famous Huadan."

There is a picture of a woman holding a child. This is already a color picture. The woman has long curly hair. At that time, the pixels of the picture were not high, and it was still beautiful.

The eyes of the opera singers are very vivid. Jinghanchuan's eyebrows and eyes are as beautiful as his mother's.

"Why is there no picture of his father?" On the wall of the living room, there are only a few photos of her mother, which are sporadic.

"His father is too fierce to make complaints about the photos. It is said that the photos taken by the Tucao can be driven out of the house by the Tucao, and it is too scary in the living room."

Song Feng laughs at the end of the night. How can he exaggerate like that? "It's not bad to see the sixth master of Beijing."

"His father is really powerful. Why do you think the reputation of the Beijing family has lasted so far? He is the treasure of the Beijing family. "

Song Fengwan hated the cold, "what about them? Not at home? "

"If you go abroad to visit relatives, you'll have to travel. You won't be home in a month or two."

"Just throw him away?" Song Fengwan pointed to the busy figure in the kitchen.

"His father said that he is an adult, and he is not a baby who needs his parents at any time. When he was 18 years old, he wanted him to go out on his own and was stopped by his mother, otherwise he would have been kicked out long ago."

It is said that children from poor families are in charge of the family early, so are children who are not hurt.

"It's time to eat." Jing Hanchuan asked them to take their seats.

Today, he made a western style meal. Even the dishes were specially made. The ivory porcelain plate outlined the delicate and complicated Phnom Penh. The silver candlestick was placed on the table, and the vine totem was carved on the handle of the silver knife and fork, which was exquisite and elegant.

Not to mention the dishes.

Song Fengwan felt that people's life was life.

But as soon as I think of Fu Chen's description of his father's cruelty and indifference to him, I suddenly feel that he may be forced to become like this. After all, if his parents don't care, they have to take care of themselves.

There was a sudden sympathy for him.

Jing Hanchuan squints. Why does she look at herself like this when she goes to the table to eat?

Love and kindness.

What's the matter with that motherly look?.

"I've done something casual. If it doesn't suit my appetite, I'll prepare something else." Jing Hanchuan tried to ignore the sight of song Fengwan.

"Well." Song Fengwan nodded and tasted a piece of clam meat wrapped with cream, "it's delicious."

"Eat more." Jing Hanchuan has been more than polite to her.

Yu Guang glimpsed Fu Chen, "you can do as you please. Anyway, you've turned our house into a hotel."

"Hotel?" Song Fengwan bowed his head to eat. These dishes are excellent in both taste and appearance. "Three brothers used to live here?"

"Occasionally." Jing Hanchuan looks light, holding a knife and fork, elegantly cutting the lamb chops in the plate, "I just didn't expect him to bring you, maybe our house is more hidden than the hotel, and we don't charge."

Song Feng's face turned red in the evening.

"If you get in touch with us more, maybe you want to fall in love, get married and have children. Five generations of your family are passed on separately. You can't come to your generation, and you'll lose your fragrance." Fu Chen took it for granted.

"And should I thank you?" Jinghanchuan is shaking his knife and fork, which is quite threatening.

"We are friends. Why be so polite." Fu Chen replied

Jinghanchuan: it's shameless.