Quit pampering

Wen Ying hummed in confusion.

He called again, "Get up."

Not getting enough sleep, Wen Ying frowned, feeling a little uncontrollably irritable.

Fu Yanlou pressed his fingertips between her eyebrows, and the smile in his eyes was more dazzling than the morning sun, "Yingying, little lazy cat."

"Fu Yanlou." Wen Ying was so aggrieved that her voice sounded like she was crying, "I'm so sleepy, I don't want to get up."

Fu Yanlou chuckled softly with a soft voice. It was no wonder that his nickname was Yingying. How appropriate.

"It's half past eight."

He deliberately delayed going to work.

Wen Ying didn't even open her eyes, and buried her face even more in his arms, quite trying to avoid getting up.

Fu Yanlou massaged her scalp, "Get up, wash up, have breakfast and then go out."

Wen Ying habitually sleeps in late, or sleeps until she is tired before getting up. At this point...she is not satisfied, "It's so early."

Fu Yanlou looked down and gently pinched the back of her white neck with his fingers, "Didn't you say go to school?"

Wen Ying cupped the place where his heart was beating a few times and coquettishly said, "I want to go, but what should I do if I can't get up?"

Fu Yanlou pinched her nose and kissed her lips almost domineeringly.

The hands were pressed on his waist, leaving him no room to resist.

Wen Ying only made intermittent sounds, probably calling his name.

Or call it a day.

What it's called doesn't matter.

It wasn't until her face turned red and she almost couldn't breathe that Fu Yanlou gently pecked the corner of her lips, "Do you want to get up now?"

Wen Ying was completely awakened by the kiss. Seeing the satisfied look on the man's face, she moved forward coquettishly and bit him on the chin.

Wen Ying's peach blossom eyes were covered with a layer of mist, like the purest black gemstone. As soon as she looked into her eyes, she felt a thrilling beauty.

So he allowed her to do whatever she wanted, holding her waist up with his arms to prevent her from getting tired.

Wen Ying deliberately ground his teeth a few times without using any force, but he remained motionless, which was really not interesting at all.

Wen Ying turned his head angrily and turned over on the bed.

The body curves were floating up and down, I don't know if it was because of anger or something.

Wen Ying's head was swollen and she thought, how could anyone wake someone up like that?

I don’t want to care about him anymore.

"Angry?"

The man's kisses passed over her ears and the back of her neck, and the thin pajamas strap that seemed to break if pulled hard could not stop his downward movement.

He clearly knew that she was not willing to be angry with him.

Wen Ying avoided his kiss.

Fu Yanlou took her into his arms and stroked her shoulders with his warm hands, "How about I do it differently next time?"

Wen Ying lost his temper and said, "Okay, Fu Yanlou, you are awesome. I'm not sleepy at all now."

Fu Yanlou rubbed her head, "How about we go to school later?"

"You've driven my sleepiness away and you're just saying that now!"

Wen Ying stretched out her hand from the quilt and pressed it on his chest. Without the protection of clothes, she scratched it a few times, not sure if it was to flirt or to vent.

Fu Yanlou looked at her pink fingernails, then his eyes fell on her face, and he pushed the hair away from her face with his fingers, "Then shall I put you to sleep again?"

"..."

Wen Ying laughed so hard in his arms that she couldn't help scolding her after laughing, "You are crazy."

Cantonese.

Fu Yanlou seemed to be aroused by these words. He leaned over to her ear and said casually, "——bb, get up."

Wen Ying's ears went numb all of a sudden, as if a tiny electric current swept through her cochlea, followed her brain and reached her heart.

The people in Beijing specially learned Cantonese for the little girl, and they are very bad at speaking Cantonese.

Wen Ying climbed on top of him and lay on top of him for several seconds to hide her charming and shy face.

He just yelled bb, and all her principles were shattered. Fu Yanlou casually played with the hair on the back of her head. Watching the hair slipping away from his fingers, he picked it up again and played with it repeatedly.

Wen Ying put her hands on his chest, raised her upper body, half angry and half reproachful, "You know that I have to go to school and you stay so late."

Fu Yanlou held the back of her head and kissed her eyelids, "I'm sorry."

Wen Ying was tired of hearing this. He had no intention of correcting this kind of thing, so she naturally lied, "I don't want to move."

He smiled respectfully, "Okay, I'll carry you to wash up."

"Ah."

Wen Ying put her hands on his shoulders.

Fu Yanlou picked her up and took her into the bathroom. After washing her, he dressed her and provided her with the best service.

Looking at the messy and fresh marks on her body, Fu Yanlou's eyes were as deep as a bottomless abyss, as if it could pull people into a fatal whirlpool.

Wen Ying keenly noticed the change in his eyes, withdrew from his arms, straightened her skirt, jumped out of bed, and walked past him out of the room.

There is quite a posture of throwing it away when it is used up.

Seeing Wen Ying's shy expression, the nanny stepped forward with a smile and said, "Madam, breakfast is ready."

"I'll wait for him to come before eating."

Wen Ying waited quietly at the dining table for a while before seeing Fu Yanlou dressed downstairs.

Wearing a watch, Buddhist beads, suit, and tie, her steps were leisurely and leisurely, and her eyes fell on her like a net.

Wen Ying pursed her lips and said, "Why are you here? I'm so hungry."

"Why don't you eat first?"

"It's not just to wait for you."

The nanny smiled and said, "As soon as the husband comes back, I think the wife is in a better mood than before."

Such a beautiful and clingy wife.

Wen Ying said to the nanny, "No."

After eating breakfast together, Fu Yanlou sent Wen Ying to the school gate.

Wen Ying picked up the bag and said, "I'll go in first."

Fu Yanlou grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "Yingying."

Wen Ying fixed her eyes on his face, "Huh?"

He tilted his face and signaled, "Goodbye kiss."

"Why are you so clingy?"

Wen Ying said this and kissed him sharply on the cheek. Her face was shy and timid, and her eyelashes could not hide the brilliance in her eyes.

"This is a kiss." Fu Yanlou kissed her. For nearly a minute, his lips were close to her ear, telling her, "This is a kiss."

Wen Ying pushed his shoulder and turned around to get out of the car.

Archie followed Wen Ying until he entered the school gate before reminding Wen Ying, "Miss, your lipstick is stained."

Wen Ying glared at him, "Why did you say it now?"

Archi didn't dare to say anything. How dare he speak in front of Mr. Fu.

Wen Ying took out her lipstick and applied it.

I arrived at the dance studio just in time before class started.

The instructor looked at her and said, "Come to school today?"

Wen Ying nodded towards the instructor, "When the class is over, teacher, I want to have a chat with you."

The instructor's eyes paused on her for several seconds, "Okay."

She changed into dance clothes for class. Fortunately, the dance clothes were long-sleeved and could hide any traces on her body.

During the break, Wen Ying went to the bathroom alone.

Standing in front of the sink and washing his hands, someone came next to him, "Ms. Wen."

Wen Ying looked over and saw that her memory was not bad, but she thought she would not be able to remember passers-by who she had only met once.

But the girl in front of her seemed familiar to her, "Do you know me?"