Quit pampering

Similarly, Wen Ying didn't care who took the initiative when it came to getting the certificate with Fu Yanlou.

She mentioned it first, the initiative is hers.

Of course, this also played into Fu Yan's heart. He said with a smile, "Always keep it with you."

Wen Ying blinked expectantly, "Then shall we get the certificate in Hong Kong City or go to the capital?"

"It's all fine." Fu Yanlou said, "You can go wherever you like, I'll listen to you."

Wen Ying raised her fingers at him and said, "Come here."

Fu Yanlou lowered his posture and listened, "Huh?"

Wen Ying kissed him on the cheek and bowed her head shyly.

It is this kind of proactive yet shy appearance that can most easily drive men into madness.

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the villa.

The mansion halfway up the mountain is brightly lit.

Fu Yanlou opened the car door, and Wen Ying sat in the car and softly called his name, "Fu Yanlou."

He put one hand on the door and leaned forward, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying's coquettish and domineering voice said, "Carry me upstairs."

Fu Yanlou truly doted on her and squatted down in front of her without saying a word.

Wen Ying climbed on his back and put her arms around his neck, "Am I heavy?"

As he walked around, his steps were steady, and Wen Ying felt a strong sense of security.

"It's not heavy." Fu Yanlou weighed it and said, "It's very light."

Wen Ying raised the corners of her lips.

He continued, "You can eat a little fatter."

Wen Ying refused, "No! If you get fatter, dancing won't look good."

"How come? You look good no matter what."

Wen Ying was not deceived by his sweet words and let out a "boo".

She has loved beauty since she was a child, and after reaching the age where she loves beauty, she pays more attention to image and doesn't like being fat at all. Fortunately, she is not the type to gain weight easily.

Even if I avoid going to the gym, I still maintain a good figure.

Her instructor said that her figure is most suitable for classical dance because of her charm.

Fu Yanlou carried her all the way back to the room, put her on the bed, then knelt down on one knee in front of her, "Little princess, do you want me to help you take a bath?"

Help her take a bath?

"What did you say?"

Wen Ying jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. A gust of rose-scented wind blew beside him.

The bathroom door slammed shut, shaking her.

Fu Yanlou looked at the bathroom door and chuckled. He ran in such a hurry that he even forgot to take his pajamas.

After taking a shower, Wen Ying realized she had come in without her pajamas. She opened the door a crack and caught a glimpse of the figure on the sofa, "Fu Yanlou."

Fu Yanlou raised his eyes calmly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying hid behind the door and stretched out only one jade arm, "Can you help me get my pajamas from the closet?"

Fu Yanlou opened the closet and saw that the nanny had tidied up the room. Their clothes were put together, one on the left and the other on the right. His clothes were mostly black, while Yingying's pajamas were colorful, like a rainbow. "Which one should I wear?"

Wen Ying couldn't remember what kind of pajamas he had, "Anything will do."

Fu Yanlou gave her a set of blue silk pajamas and handed her through the crack in the door.

call out.

Wen Ying took the clothes and closed the bathroom door again.

A few minutes later, Wen Ying put on her clothes and came out. The fragrance of roses, sweet and attractive, filled the air, like some kind of catalyst.

After taking a bath, Wen Ying's face was redder than usual, like a plump peach hanging on a branch for people to pick. She stood in front of Fu Yanlou and stroked her curly hair, "It's getting late, we Go to sleep."

Fu Yanlou's eyes were surging secretly, and he muttered in his throat, "Yeah."

Fu Yanlou carried Wen Ying to bed. The moment he pressed him down, Wen Ying suddenly thought of something and put his hand on his chest to stop him, "Wait a minute!"

Wen Ying could clearly feel that he was getting ready to attack. With one word from her, he killed all his thoughts, and the hands that bound her waist tightened and loosened.

Wen Ying almost wanted to laugh, although she didn't mean to.

Wen Ying said weakly, "I suddenly remembered something."

Fu Yanlou tried his best to endure it, looking calm and calm, "What's the matter?"

Wen Ying looked at him with an innocent face, "I'll open a gift first."

Fu Yanlou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Yingying, you did it on purpose, right? Is it important to open the gift at this time?"

Wen Ying still said softly, "It's important. I won't be able to sleep until you tear it down."

"Okay, you go and remove it." Fu Yanlou got off her body, pulled the swan quilt over her, and hid a trace of embarrassment.

Wen Ying didn't know where the servant kept the box, and it took him a few minutes to find it.

She put the box on the carpet, "This is a gift from Junzhi. I was asked to open it on the night of our engagement. I have endured it until now."

Wen Ying opened the lid as he spoke, revealing a piece of clothing inside.

Wen Ying didn't quite understand. Junzhi said it so mysteriously, but it turned out that there was a piece of clothing inside. What kind of surprise was this?

Wen Ying picked it up and shook it. After just a few seconds, she immediately crumpled the clothes into a ball and stuffed them back. She put her hand on the cover and said, "Ahem, it's done. Let's go to bed."

She knew Lu Junzhi was unreliable!

At that glance, Fu Yanlou clearly saw that Yingying was guilty, "What is it?"

Wen Ying kicked the box right under the bed, pretending as if nothing had happened, "It's just clothes."

Does she not know?

Her emotions were almost all on her face.

Fu Yanlou raised his eyebrows with a hint of interest, "Is it just clothes?"

Wen Ying opened her eyes wide and didn't dare to blink, "Yes!"

Fu Yanlou didn't believe it, "Then why is this expression?"

How should I say, shy? Awkward?

Wen Ying rubbed her face, climbed onto the bed, took his hand, and acted coquettishly with him, hoping to drop the topic, "Don't worry about it, go to sleep."

"Yingying..."

Wen Ying put a finger on his lips, raised her eyes slightly, her charm was endless, and every word seemed to tug at the man's nerves, "Fu Yanlou, I find that I like him more than I thought." You and I…"

The rest of the words were stuck in her throat, and Wen Ying could not make a sound. Only her thin breathing was stirring the man's soul.

Perhaps he was led by her at first, but the dominance soon returned to his hands.

Fu Yanlou kissed her lips, her ears, and his thin lips lingered on her cheeks, neck, and collarbones. Wherever they touched, it seemed to induce a subtle electric current, and a numb and itchy feeling spread throughout Wen Ying's body. All limbs and bones.

Wen Ying was suffocated, "Fu... Yanlou."

The tip of Fu Yanlou's nose touched hers, and his hot and moist breath amplified infinitely in her ear, "Yingying, don't be afraid, I will be gentle."

That gentle enough voice bit by bit eroded Wen Ying's reason, dragging her into the abyss, making her head not clear, "Yeah."

So Fu Yanlou smiled.

Wen Ying closed her eyes and breathed, and a flush appeared at the end of her eyes, turning into lingering spring rain.

Fu Yanlou looked at her fluttering eyelashes and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Yingying, I love you."

The tender yet sweet and domineering kiss fell, and Wen Ying soon felt like she was stepping on the clouds, floating with no trace of landing.

She heard clearly that he was talking about love.

The moist and lingering touch met the hot and turbulent kiss, Wen Ying felt like she was short of oxygen. She wanted to say something to respond to him, but her soft and charming voice only had three words, "Fu Yanlou."

It was a sound she had never heard before.

Wen Ying herself was shocked. A flash of water flashed across her eyes, and her black and white pupils were full and shallow, seductive without even realizing it.

"I……"

Her thoughts were all confused.

Fu Yanlou pressed her tightly into his arms, their skins touching each other tightly, and the surging love penetrated to the bones. It was painful and itchy, "Yingying, call me a few more times, I like you to call me by my name." "

Wen Ying's eyes were filled with tears, and with her pitiful and charming posture, she couldn't fully call out his full name.

How can anyone be so bad. Her voice was out of tune every time.

He even said in her ear, "Yingying, your voice is so beautiful."

The two people's eyes were entangled wantonly, igniting strong pleasure.

Wen Ying arched her waist and bit his shoulder to vent her anger.

Love and desire sink together, and the frenzy surges endlessly.

Until dawn.

There were tears hanging from the corners of Wen Ying's eyes.

Fu Yanlou kissed her tenderly, holding her in his arms with love and affection.

Wen Ying fell asleep completely, and Fu Yanlou went to the balcony to smoke a whole cigarette before returning.

When Wen Ying woke up, there was no one around him.

The bed was clean and tidy, and there was no trace of the confusion and infatuation from last night.

Although Wen Ying's character was not pretentious, the emptiness around her suddenly made her feel lost.

Her hand was stretched out from the swan quilt, and there were dense marks on it, a frenzied ambiguity.

Wen Ying took one look and felt like his scalp was numb.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Wen Ying saw the man walking in. He put his hand under the quilt and pulled the thin quilt to cover his entire face.

Fu Yanlou chuckled, "Yingying, are you going to bore yourself to death?"

He went to pull the quilt, but it didn't move.

Wen Ying was holding the quilt underneath.

Only the angry voice came out, "Forget it if it's boring."

Fu Yanlou noticed that she was in a bad mood and hugged her with the quilt, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ying's face was still buried in the quilt and she didn't look at him, "Where have you been?"

"I went to the kitchen to get some food, because I was afraid you would be hungry when you woke up."

Wen Ying said in a muffled voice, "I thought you had gone somewhere. I didn't see you when I woke up."

Fu Yanlou took away the quilt from her body, spread her legs and sat on his lap, raised her face and looked at her, "Can you stop being angry?"

Wen Ying was only angry for a moment. As soon as the man came back, those negative emotions disappeared.

She is really the kind of person who is very easy to coax.

Wen Ying said eagerly, "I'm hungry."

No strength left at all.

Fu Yanlou immediately said, "I'll carry you down."

Wen Ying quickly stopped him, "Look at me like this, how can I get down?"

Isn't it embarrassing?

She didn't know where the pajamas from last night were thrown away. She was wearing another pajamas, with a sexy suspender style, half-covered.

Not a single trace can be covered!

Fu Yanlou just looked at it, his eyes darkened a little, and his breathing became deeper, "I'll give you some clothes."

Fu Yanlou found a long skirt and a shawl for her.

Wen Ying hugged the skirt, half shy and half domineering, "I want to change clothes, you turn around."

Fu Yanlou turned around and said, "Yingying, I put on the pajamas you are wearing for you."

Wen Ying's face turned red. After changing her clothes, she still couldn't hide the ambiguous traces on her neck and chest.

Wen Ying couldn't help but complain softly, "Fu Yanlou, you are too cruel."

The coldness and gentleness are all under the bed, but when they are in bed, they are two extremes.

The man's bestial desires are all aroused.

Fu Yanlou put the shawl on her shoulders, his eyelids drooped, his eyes dark, "Yingying, can I carry you down?"

Wen Ying stretched out his arms.

Fu Yanlou carried her downstairs and put her on the chair next to the dining table.

Wen Ying looked at the dishes on the table and asked, "Did you make all of these?"

"Ah."

It was already afternoon at this point.

Wen Ying was already hungry, so there was no reason not to reward him.

After eating, Wen Ying asked Fu Yanlou to carry her back to the room. She was so lazy that she didn't want to move at all, lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone.

Fu Yanlou brought her fruit snacks and then went to the study to work.

Wen Zeshu called and said, "Yingying, come home when you have time."

Wen Ying ate grapes and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wen Zeshu smiled at the other end, "The betrothal gift given by the Fu family has not been counted yet, so I need your presence."

Wen Ying didn't care about the betrothal gift. He only knew that the betrothal gift given by the Fu family was very generous.

"Okay, then I'll go back tomorrow."

Wen Ying clicked on WeChat and saw her friends chatting happily in the group. She was too lazy to scroll up the records and saw the latest message from Mr. Huo, [Where is Yingying? If you haven't come out for so long, let's call the police]

Miss Lu said, [Can Yingying be like you, a single person now? 】

How could Mr. Huo be convinced? [You are talking about me in the 21st year of your solo career? 】

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel, Wen Ying typed, [I just got up]

The news of Lu Junzhi’s private chat came immediately, [Tsk, sister, you didn’t get up until this hour. It seems that the battle last night was very fierce]

Wen Ying sent her an eye-roll expression, "What kind of lousy gift did you give me?"

Lu Junzhi smiled evilly, [How can something interesting be called a gift? Don't you like it? 】

Wen Ying smiled coldly, "It's of no use at all"

Lu Junzhi, [Why? ! I have been choosing a gift for a long time! 】

Wen Ying didn't want to talk to her at all.

As soon as I put my phone down, the room was empty, which made me uncomfortable.

Wen Ying went to the study to find Fu Yanlou. The man was busy at work, so she stayed with him and watched a drama.

Wen Ying was tired all over, her hair was soft and draped on her back, and her slender white waist seemed to be controllable with one hand, which reminded Fu Yanlou of the arc it swayed last night, like catkins, soft and sultry.

"Yingying."

Fu Yanlou had a profound understanding of how much influence one person can have on another person.

Hearing his voice, Wen Ying turned around in confusion, "What are you doing?"

The sentence structure of the question, how sweet and sticky the ending sound is when raised, and the gesture of not being on guard against him are all tempting people to commit crimes.

This is the study room.

A large floor-to-ceiling window faces a beach below. There are tourists playing with their children on the beach. There are many people, and there is not a sound of laughter here.

"Want to go to the beach?"

Wen Ying shook her head and said coquettishly, "I won't go, it's cold outside, and I'm tired."

She glanced at him angrily, clearly accusing the culprit in front of her.

Fu Yanlou took off his anti-blue light glasses, pushed away his laptop, and walked towards Wen Ying.

The tablet in Wen Ying's hand was taken away. She blinked and looked at him, very innocently, "Are you done?"

"No."

Wen Ying reached out for the tablet, "Then keep busy."

Fu Yanlou was helpless, "I can't concentrate with you here."

Is it her fault?

Wen Ying picked up the tablet and left, "Oh, I'll just go back to the room."