Warm wife strikes

Chapter 92

Sensing the initiative of the woman in his arms, Lei Zifeng's heart trembled, and the hand holding Fu Ya's right hand was tightened several times, and he couldn't help but kiss Fu Ya's small earlobe, feeling the light trembling of the woman in his arms, He endured the fire in his heart, and left her sensitive earlobe, his voice was low and sexy, "Did you miss me last night?"

"Why do you ask this?" Fu Ya felt her ears turn red. The three words that Lei Zifeng said before hanging up the phone last night were constantly echoing in her mind.

She used to say that Lei Zifeng was hypocritical, but now, she herself has become hypocritical...

But she had a good night's sleep last night and had no dreams, so she probably missed him, right?

"Speak, have you thought about it?" Seeing the shyness of the person in his arms, he was inexplicably eager to hear her say those three words...

At this time, the delicate body is in his arms, how could he sit still, but he didn't want to scare her away, so he endured it.

"If you insist on answering, no, I didn't have a dream last night, what do you think?" Fu Ya spoke quite truthfully, and when Lei Zifeng asked a question, she could tell lies, she couldn't.

Lei Zifeng was so angry at Fu Ya's words that he almost ignited the fire. He called her at twelve o'clock last night, but she didn't dream of him that night, what a heartless woman.

As if feeling that Lei Zifeng behind her was angry, Fu Ya quickly changed the subject and picked up the book in front of her. Although she was flipping through it carelessly just now, some information was still in her eyes. In this tense moment, this book is a life-saving straw. I quickly turned to the page that I thought the decoration style was quite good just now, and pointed my index finger, "That's it, I like it very much."

To be honest, she didn't understand why he asked her to choose this.

Lei Zifeng glanced at the page and frowned. He didn't like the pastoral style.

"Look again."

"Still watching it? I've already said that's all, don't watch it." She really likes this rural style, it looks very warm and fresh.

"What about this one?" Lei Zifeng turned a page and asked Fu Ya.

Fu Ya frowned. The style of that page... the walls are painted in army green, and other furniture and structures are inseparable from the tone of army green. Soldiers seem to like this style quite a bit, but she doesn't like it. Although she is a soldier, she is also a woman, and she has a soft side in her heart. She still likes the light and warm feeling of the pastoral style.

"Whatever you want, anyway, I like the one just now."

He already has his own opinions, and it's really unnecessary to ask her.

Lei Zifeng frowned, but didn't say anything more, and took out a book from the drawer, and handed the pen to Fu Ya, "See which of these things you like, and choose for yourself."

Fu Ya looked at the book in front of her. It was a furniture book. She felt that today was really strange. Lei Zifeng first asked her to choose the interior decoration style, and now she asked her to choose the furniture. Damn, if he wanted to decorate, he didn't know how to choose it himself. , let her choose.

She was simply working as a coolie for him. It seemed that he hadn't enslaved her for a while, and felt uncomfortable, and now he started to enslave her again.

Damn, gritted her teeth, Fu Ya didn't care what Lei Zifeng liked at all, she only picked what she liked.

She thought to herself, generally speaking, men don't like things that girls like. If he enslaves her, then she will make his enslavement value zero, and see if he will enslave her in the future.

While thinking, picking, and picking very seriously.

While Fu Ya was carefully picking out the furniture with her teeth gritted, Lei Zifeng got up and asked her to sit on the chair, and he walked out of the study.

When Fu Ya was doing things seriously, she was completely immersed in it. Although she knew that Lei Zifeng had let her go, she didn't care about what Lei Zifeng was doing.

After more than 20 minutes, the selection was finally finished, and she put the pen on the desk. She sighed for her neck and wanted to move her neck. A pair of big palms pressed on her shoulders and massaged her.

Fu Ya's heart skipped a beat, and she turned around quickly to see who it was, but the twist was too large, and just now she had been doing things with her head down, her neck was stiff, now, her stiff neck suddenly twisted a lot, Immediately dislocated, causing her to let out a soft cry.

Seeing this, Lei Zifeng scolded, "Fizzy."

After cursing, he quickly and carefully touched Fu Ya's neck, but just as his hand touched Fu Ya's neck, Fu Ya bit her lip and let out another cry.

This made Lei Zifeng's heart flustered by an inch, and an unknown fire rushed up. He put on a cold face and said: "Shut up."

Then with both hands, Fu Ya's neck was straightened.

The pain caused Fu Ya to curse, "Fuck, Lei Zifeng, I'm doing something for you, and my neck is crooked, yet you still come and scold me."

Lei Zifeng snorted, but didn't reply, but continued to massage Fu Ya's neck and neck with both hands, which was so refreshing that Fu Ya couldn't help but let out a comfortable hum.

It was so comfortable, and the anger in her heart dissipated. She suddenly felt that it was worthwhile to choose furniture for Lei Zifeng. Who has enjoyed this treatment?
She was laid horizontally on the desk by Lei Zifeng, before she could scream, his lips had already blocked hers.

Fu Ya felt that he was a ticking time bomb, whenever it erupted it was a sudden attack, she couldn't understand how Lei Zifeng, who was still massaging her just now, threw her down on the desk in the next second.

Sure enough, the best treatment has to be paid back after enjoying it.

The few books and some pens and papers on the desk were swept away by Lei Zifeng long ago, and they fell to the ground...

"Lei Zifeng, stop." Fu Ya got a chance to breathe, and hurriedly shouted, but her voice was not as scolding as expected, it was extremely soft.

(End of this chapter)