Warm wife strikes

Chapter 91

However, she scanned the surroundings first, and found that there were no guards before entering the courtyard. After entering, she felt aggrieved. Damn, he called her over, but she felt a guilty conscience.

Came over sneakily, like having an affair.

When she arrived in the courtyard, she took out her mobile phone and called Lei Zifeng, but she didn't answer it. What she didn't know was that there was a person lying on the window on the second floor and looking at him standing in the courtyard. She hesitated.

"Come in."

The two words in a commanding tone floated down from the sky. Fu Ya looked up and saw Lei Zifeng leaning against the window on the second floor and looking at her. She was so angry that her teeth were itching, dammit, seeing her come in I still don't know how to call her, but I still want her to call him first, and he still doesn't answer the call, what a fucking uncle, he called her here, okay? Now it seems like she came here on purpose, I think Thinking about it, I felt that my status was worthless, and I ignored the two command words "come in", and turned around to leave.

"boom--"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded behind her, and she immediately turned her head to look, only to find that she had been hugged by Lei Zifeng, and was hugged horizontally.

It was a princess-style hug again, "Lei Zifeng, can you have something to say? You have to..." She couldn't say the last two words.

Lei Zifeng had already carried her into the house, went upstairs and went directly to his study, "For those who are disobedient, we can only take extreme measures."

"Okay, here it is, let me down." Fu Ya struggled, but Lei Zifeng put her down gently this time, then took her little hand and walked towards the desk.

The moment her hand was held by him, the moment her little hand was wrapped in his big palm, the moment her fingers intertwined, her heartbeat jumped up, making her whole body Just follow in his footsteps.

Her mind was blank. It's not that she has never held hands with men before, but why does she feel so, so safe when she is held by Lei Zifeng this time...

His fingers inserted between her five fingers along the fingertips, entangled like vines, and the warm heat flowed through the fingertips and flowed into the heart.

Lei Zifeng felt the tenderness of the ten fingers clasped together, soft and small, he couldn't help rubbing her palm with his thumb, causing Fu Ya to jump up immediately, as if being shocked by an electric shock.

However, when she was dancing, Lei Zifeng thought that she was going to pull her hand out, so he pulled her into his arms with his big hand, clasped her waist with his big palm, and let her stick close to him.

Fu Ya is not hypocritical. Although Lei Zifeng and Lei Zifeng have done such things before, it is really the first time to hold hands. The main reason is that when her little hand was led away by his big palm, she felt a pang in her heart. A strange feeling, and when he pinched her palm, it was like being shocked by electricity all over her body. The palm was her itchy spot.

"What's wrong?" Lei Zifeng saw that Fu Ya's face was blushing, and he couldn't help but squeeze her palm. Since the two of them were close to each other, he really felt the trembling in her body this time.

Lei Zifeng laughed softly, with an indescribable joy in his laughter, happy to have discovered her itchy spot.

"Still laughing." Fu Ya stared at him with her beautiful eyes, twisted her small hand and tried to pull it out of his generous palm, but the more she wanted to pull it out, the tighter their fingers were entwined...

"Stop laughing." Although Lei Zifeng said he didn't smile, the widening smile on his face clearly showed that he was smiling, but he didn't laugh out loud.

"I can't laugh anymore, I'm still laughing." As soon as Fu Ya said this, she felt like she was making a fuss over a molehill. Even the voice when she said this sentence was soft, like a little sheep, with a coquettish look. The smell was completely different from her usual voice. Although she was startled for a moment, she still put on a face and didn't change her face, as if the soft voice just now was not from her at all.

Seeing Fu Ya's embarrassment, Lei Zifeng didn't give a damn, but that soft coquettish voice sounded really comforting, like a soft silk thread, entangled into his heart, weaving into a The impenetrable net wrapped his heart warmly.

"I called you here to let you pick something." Lei Zifeng stopped teasing Fu Ya, and led Fu Ya to the desk. He sat down first, and then asked Fu Ya to sit down with him. He glanced at the chair that Lei Zifeng had occupied.

Let her sit down, that's not letting her sit on his lap...

She wanted to resist, but Lei Zifeng clasped her waist with his hands and pinned her down with force, allowing her to sit safely on his lap, pointing to the book on the desk, indicating that Fu Ya opened it to take a look.

Fu Ya glanced at the book, the title of which was: "Interior Style Map of a Sweet Little Home".

She flipped through it casually, "What are you doing looking at this?"

"Let's see which style you like?" Lei Zifeng noticed that Fu Ya was sitting stiffly, he couldn't help leaning forward, sticking to her back, wrapping her waist with his left hand, looking through with her right hand Reading the pages of the book, I feel very warm and sweet...

Fu Ya's darling jumped up and down a few times, and the smell on his body diffused into the tip of his nose bit by bit. The extremely attractive oriental spicy fragrance continuously released a charming breath, and he felt the smell behind him. He is full of power, sexy just right, making people intoxicated for a long time...

Fu Ya's body also softened quite a bit unconsciously, leaning against his embrace, quietly enjoying the peace and warmth of this moment...

"Like this?" A sexy voice rang in Fu Ya's ear, this was the page that Fu Ya turned to when she stopped her hand.

It wasn't until hearing this voice that Fu Ya regained consciousness from the intoxication, "What?" The word "What" softened quite a bit, and the tone of the word "Me" rose.

Lei Zifeng turned his head around her jade neck and saw her tight little face, which was flushed like a tide, like a beautiful and delicious ripe apple. Kissed her tenderly on her little cheek, hugged the little woman in his arms, seeing the little woman blushing, his heart was also overflowing with tenderness, "What are you thinking? So engrossed?"

The warm masculine breath sneaked into her collar, causing her to lose a lot of strength, and she was soft in his arms. Such a gentle Lei Zifeng is really rare, and so gentle Fu Ya is also rare.

Fu Ya thought about what she learned from San Niang yesterday, saying that men still like their wives to be limp at some point, so she moved her body to snuggle into his arms better.

(End of this chapter)