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"Madam, here are the noodles." The servant brought out two bowls of noodles and put them on the dining table. "I don't know when you will come down. Sir, he didn't put the noodles in the bowl because he was afraid that the noodles would be lumpy and not tasty."

Wen Ying smiled and kissed the man on the face, "You still understand."

Fu Yanlou pushed her waist gently, Wen Ying sat down on the chair, picked up the chopsticks and stirred the noodles in the bowl, and pulled out a golden omelette from the bottom. Her eyes lit up, "I There are fried eggs.”

Wen Ying took a small bite and was very satisfied, "It's delicious."

Fu Yanlou, "It's specially fried for you. The doctor told you to eat light food in the past two days."

Wen Yingyan hesitated for a moment and regretted, "I really shouldn't have eaten that hot pot meal."

"Just don't eat anything so spicy in the future."

Wen Ying smiled brightly and said, "I'll listen to you."

After finishing the noodles, Wen took a sip of the warm water handed over by the servant.

Fu Yanlou wiped his lips slowly, "Yingying, we are going to the capital today."

A smile broke out on Wen Ying's face, "Really?"

"I've already made arrangements." Fu Yanlou didn't lie to her, "I'm going to take a shower first, and we'll set off later."

"Okay, go quickly, go quickly." Wen Ying urged.

Wen Ying searched for her phone on the first floor but couldn't find it, "Where is my phone?"

The servant said, "I didn't see my wife take it down."

Wen Ying went upstairs to the master bedroom. There was the sound of water in the bathroom. Wen Ying glanced at the door, walked to the sofa and sat down, and took out her mobile phone from her bag.

Many messages went unanswered.

After replying to her friend's message, Wen Ying clicked into the friend group chat.

There wasn't much historical information, so she flipped through it in her spare time, and saw Huo Xiaolian asking her where she went to eat hot pot last night.

There is another sentence at the end, [I may have met true love]

Wen Ying stared.

Love?

Is he serious?

Not only she was so suspicious, but everyone else was also so suspicious. Mr. Lin also joked, "Every relationship you talk about is true love."

Wen Ying nodded, agreeing with Master Lin's words.

However, Huo Xiaolian has not yet given any assurance as to the authenticity of this matter.

So Wen Ying chatted with him privately, [Really true love? 】

The other party did not reply.

After Fu Yanlou came out of the shower, Wen Ying put down her phone and held her chin up while looking at the man's perfect figure.

There are still water droplets on the naked chest that have not been wiped clean, sliding along the abdominal muscles towards the mermaid line, and finally disappearing at the edge of the bath towel.

How could he not see the look in her eyes? Fu Yanlou walked towards the cloakroom calmly.

Wen Ying stood up and followed him.

Fu Yanlou heard the footsteps behind him and without looking back, he raised his hand to take off a black shirt and trousers of the same color.

Wen Ying stood not far behind him, and the floor-to-ceiling mirror attached to the wall reflected the two of them, as well as her admiring gaze.

There was no movement behind him. Fu Yanlou put his hand on the bath towel and looked at her in the mirror, "Yingying, do you want to watch me change clothes here?"

Wen Ying walked up to him and looked up at him, not shy at all, "What's the matter? Why don't you change your clothes?"

She had seen him without clothes.

Fu Yanlou smiled helplessly, "Okay."

He took off his bath towel and put on his trousers.

Seeing that he was about to put on his shirt, Wen Ying said slowly, "Why don't you consider wearing a white shirt?"

Fu Yanlou raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

Wen Ying took off a white silk shirt and handed it to him, "Wear this." "Okay." Fu Yanlou took it. On such a small matter, he didn't need to argue with Yingying. Yingying liked to watch. If he wears a white shirt, he wears it.

As long as she's happy.

Wen Ying's lips curled up into a smile, and when she saw Fu Yanlou put on his shirt, he suddenly looked well-dressed.

The silk shirt fabric drapes naturally and smoothly, and the perfect body is half-covered. The laziness reveals nobility, which makes people even more fascinated.

Wen Ying loves his strength, his virility, his occasional wildness, and his gentleness underneath his roughness.

They all made her experience what ultimate pleasure is.

Wen Ying suddenly hugged him.

Fu Yanlou looked at the overlapping figures in the mirror. She was so small in his arms. She had such a different body shape that even he fell in love with. Her tenderness and charm made people hurt unconsciously. She just had it. That kind of enchantment.

Fu Yanlou placed his palm on her pert buttocks, "What?"

Wen Ying said for no reason, "I love you so much."

It wasn't the first time I heard it, but it sounded more beautiful than her words of "Fu Yanlou, I love you" in bed.

Fu Yanlou's eyes stirred up, and his voice was calm, "Why do you love me?"

Wen Ying now doesn't know how to be shy, "I love your figure, I love your face, and I love your..."

Wen Ying tiptoed close to his ear and softly whispered a few words.

The lingering sound rose, with a seductive hook, that touched the tip of his heart.

Fu Yanlou gently pushed her out, and their eyes met each other up and down. He pursed his lower lip, showing a little helplessness, "Yingying, don't you want to go to the capital today?"

Wen Ying was anxious, "Why don't you go? Of course you have to go. Haven't you made all the arrangements?"

Fu Yanlou held her in his arms again, his bones aching, "Then don't seduce me now, okay?"

Look what she just said.

Wen Ying wanted to step back, but his waist was pressed tightly against his body.

Wen Ying lowered her head and retorted in a low voice, "No way."

Fu Yanlou exerted force on his hands, "No?"

Wen Ying tightened her belly, snorted, and stopped talking.

She couldn't say anything deceptive, she was just flirting with him.

Fu Yanlou glanced at the time and said in a soft and deep voice, "I think there is still enough time."

Wen Ying couldn't understand what he meant, "What?"

Fu Yanlou pulled her waist and kissed her thinly and densely on the back of her neck.

Wen Ying's body trembled, "Fu Yanlou."

Fu Yanlou's breath was hot, and his voice in her ear became hoarse, "Are you sure you're not feeling unwell?"

Wen Ying trembled, "No, no."

The next second, a low laugh came to his ears, Wen Ying's legs softened, and he was picked up and carried back to the room.

Looking at the shadow falling on her body, Wen Ying pursed her lips and said, "I still have to wear this dress out."

Fu Yanlou put his hand on her back and slowly pulled down the zipper of her skirt. The surrounding was so quiet that she could even hear the sound of the zipper being pulled.

Wen Ying looked out the window again. There were people in twos and threes on the beach in the distance. The sky was blue and there was no sunshine, but it was also a sunny day today.

Wen Ying put her little hand on his chest and bit her lip, which was so red that her voice was soft, "It's daytime now, you..."

Fu Yanlou grabbed her hand and hung it on the back of his neck, smiling casually and charmingly, "What difference does it make between day or night, Yingying, you are clearly teasing me, aren't you."

Wen Ying was speechless.

Fu Yanlou didn't need her answer. He clasped her waist tightly, lowered his head to bite her lips, and licked them gently, as if tasting delicious jelly.

Men's shirts and women's skirts were overlapped on the carpeted floor, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.