Born to be pregnant

Chapter 133 You Are My First Woman!
She understood what he said from a dazed state, and the eyes that had no Qi Nian at first suddenly began to dodge, and her long, wet hair was messy and scattered behind her head. It is lifted up, but it makes the scenery below more straightforward.

The corners of his lips curled up, with a deep and ambiguous smile that was half true, half false, and her hair and body were faintly scented with shampoo and body wash...

And the few rays of bright moonlight pouring in from the window happened to fall on his chest, the handsome and mature facial features became more and more upright, and the calm temperament mixed with a little sluggishness, she loosened her hand, and the bath towel in her hand fell to the ground—— —

There was a rush of force on his lips, and he also took two steps back. At the same time as his back was pressed against the wall, a smooth and tender tongue penetrated into his lips, wantonly in his mouth Sweeping, with an alluring sweet aroma.At the same time, the thin lips were scalded like a delicious one, being tossed and sucked.

His brain buzzed like gunpowder exploded.

In the room, the soft light from the desk lamp also gave birth to a sentimental feeling.

Low panting breaths and sultry whispers lingered throughout the bedroom.

Later, Tang Mowan was exhausted and panted under him. After a while, his hot body gradually calmed down. His long black hair was like a blooming white lotus on the snow-white pillow. He lay beside her, The four eyes met, and after too intense exercise, the room was filled with a sweet and greasy smell again, mixed with the healthy body odor of the two of them, it was not unpleasant at all.

Tang Mowan moved, turned sideways, the tip of her nose was just touching his chest, but a low laugh came from the corner of her lips.

He didn't move or respond.

She propped herself up slightly, Hanchun's eyes glowed with warmth, and she pushed her hard arm: "Hey, are you asleep?"

He half-closed his eyes and hummed.

pretend to sleep.

She curled her lips, feeling very displeased with his indifferent attitude after finishing the work, she tugged at his arm and asked, "Is it like this for all men? When you do that, your adrenaline will rise for a short time, intensely." It’s terrible, when you’re done playing and have enough fun, you’ll start pretending to be lofty and deep—”

Before she could finish her words, the man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened them. His eyes were silent and deep. She swallowed quietly. She always felt that being looked at by Fu Shaoqian made her feel nervous and scared from the bottom of her heart, and put it on his arm. His hand also has a slight retreat.

He increased the strength on her waist, and lightly pinched her soft and sunken waist in a punishing manner: "Can a girl be a little reserved when speaking, are you ashamed?"

"..." Tang Mowan was in pain and couldn't help fighting back. He wanted to pinch his waist heavily, but found that the abdominal muscles on the side of his waist were indented, and felt like a smooth piece. Iron plate, I have no way to start.

"Do you think I'm not ashamed now? I thought you were very happy just now."

"……sleep."

"I can't sleep." Returning to Fu Shaoqian's side again, smelling the familiar smell on his body, she really didn't feel sleepy at all.

After a long time, I heard his response: "Then what else do you want to do?"

"you are tired?"

She heard his muffled hum from her throat, and she said shallowly: "Have you lacked exercise recently? Have you lost your physical strength?"

"..."

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something again, and met his face anxiously: "Or, my skills are not enough? Do you feel unsatisfied?" At the same time, deeper doubts hovered in her heart, with a deep "Isn't that disease fake before you? Did you lie to me on purpose? I don't think you look like you don't want to be close to women..." She pushed him again Arm, "Talk, talk, anyway, it's the past of Chen Zhima Rotten Millet, let's just chat."

She said it was about Chen Zhima's rotten millet, but Fu Shaoqian could still hear the sourness in her tone, the narrow-mindedness of a woman is sometimes so stubborn and powerful that she cannot understand it.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, laughed, and pressed down on her body again: "No."

"Nothing?"

"There are no women." He said in a very low voice, "You are the first." Then he ordered concisely, "Sleep."

Tang Mowan didn't seem to have recovered from his answer, and at the same time, joy had already bubbled up in her heart, but she still asked persistently, "Where's little aunt?"

Her fair thigh was pinched again, and she heard his deep and hoarse laughter: "Don't talk nonsense."

"No way." She tossed and turned in his arms, and suddenly remembered, "Are you really going to send Ziyao back to the Fu family?" If she is really Fu Chengguang's illegitimate daughter, Fu Zimu might I won't agree so easily.

But Fu Shaoqian hummed as if he didn't care: "I have to go back, I can't keep her here forever, not to mention some people are very narrow-minded." He took advantage of her again, and gently touched her waist Pinch it.

She was in pain, and patted his hand: "I hate it, don't pinch it, it hurts."

"Sleep when you know it hurts."

"But I really can't sleep..."

"Then I'll sleep first."

Then no matter how Tang Mowan teased him, he pretended to be asleep, and did not respond anymore, nor did he respond to her words.

The bedroom suddenly became quiet, and he reached out to turn off the light. Except for the stars and the faint moonlight outside the window, everything was hidden in the darkness.

She went to eat to know the taste tonight, listening to his shallow breathing, after the body calmed down, the exhaustion of the senses emerged from the limbs, and with a sweet smile, she gradually fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, the man who had closed his eyes and slept soundly suddenly opened his dark eyes. The dark fundus of his eyes was so clear that he didn't feel sleepy at all.

The one who really can't sleep is him.

After his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, he turned sideways and looked at the fuzzy little face nestled like a kitten under his strong arms, with thick eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and slightly closed red and swollen lips, still full of childishness. The slight reminder, like a feather, gently touched his heart, stretched out his hand, and embraced her into his firm arms.

The next day, Tang Mo didn't wake up until noon, his whole body was in pain, but he couldn't hide the joy on his brows.

When I was washing in the bathroom, I saw my white and tender face that seemed to have been peeled off, and I remembered the saying that people are happy when they are happy.

Last night's clothes were still in the laundry basket, and they were all wet. There was no change of clothes for her in this place. When she opened the cabinet, she saw only a few men's shirts. She curled her lips and chose One of the longer white shirts was pulled on.

The difference in figure between men and women was immediately apparent at this moment, the hem of the shirt could barely cover the bottom of the thighs, and the long sleeves were rolled up by her, and swung up to the elbows, just revealing a small section of white lotus root.

She heard the clicking of computer keyboards in the living room. Standing at the door of the bedroom, she saw Fu Shaoqian leaning lazily on the sofa with a pillow behind him. But it's hard to hide his seriousness, just like the feeling he showed others, the tenderness of last night is in her mind at this moment, like a erotic dream.

He has always been very vigilant, looked up at her, and saw her wearing his shirt, leaning against the door frame, her two straight beautiful legs folded together, the coldness between her brows suddenly turned into a bit of gentleness.

"woke up."

Seeing her being watched by him, she suddenly nodded shyly, and then quickly dodged into the kitchen next to her. There was already a pot of water boiling on the electric kettle in the kitchen, and there was still a cold glass of white water next to her. He said outside: " The water has been boiling for a while, it should be drinkable now."

She picked up the water glass and tasted it, and it was indeed just warm, but there was a gurgling sound from her stomach.

It was only then that she remembered that she had consumed a lot of physical strength last night since she and Lu Yunshen ate such a poor thing at the hot pot restaurant yesterday, but up to now, she hadn't eaten a single rice.

She was just about to poke her head out and ask him what he wanted to eat when the doorbell rang.

He put down his notebook, wore a light blue cotton shirt and black casual trousers and pulled cotton slippers to open the door. Tang Mowan knocked on the door through the gap in the kitchen door, and it was the courier brother.

Couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fu Shaoqian came into the room with the bag, and the room was already full of aromas. She walked out of the kitchen quickly, staring at the heavy bag he put on the dining table with the words Intercontinental Hotel on it, her eyes glowed green.

He smiled slightly, and pouted at her: "Don't sit down and eat."

Regardless of being shy and reserved, she opened the bag with both hands, and took out the lunch box and vegetable box inside.

The box was so hot that she almost knocked it over, he was startled, stepped forward to grab her red finger and put it on his earlobe.

The warm touch came from his earlobe, so close, his forehead almost reached his chin, seeing his serious posture, serious men are the most handsome, she couldn't help but tiptoe, and touched his cold thin lips Sucking lightly, he was stunned, and stared at her with deep eyes.

She was seen flustered, and she just wanted to quickly withdraw from his embrace, but in the end, she was held tightly by him. The light outside the window was bright, but the two kissed together again.

It's like two magnets attracting each other, firmly attracting each other, and finally turned into an insatiable and intense obsession.

For the 30-year-old Fu Shaoqian, the long-term abstinence life has made him used to being alone, but once he starts eating meat, the catharsis and comfort he wants in a short period of time is much stronger than that of ordinary men.

……

By the time I sat back at the dining table again, the food had already cooled down.

The end of Tang Dynasty is like a beautiful rose in full bloom, with two white feet stepping on the floor covered with a thick wool blanket, the middle and bottom buttons of the shirt are lazily and sexyly buttoned, and she sits directly Go back to the table and gobble it up.

Fu Shaoqian said that she would go to the kitchen to warm it up, but she protested with a flushed face, "No need to heat it up, I'm very hungry and I need to eat."

He was indeed hungry, so he didn't insist. Tang Mowan suddenly looked up, saw him sitting quietly at the table and looked at him, and suddenly gasped, coughing violently.

Fu Shaoqian handed her the water glass by the table, and after she took a few sips and suppressed it, she saw the deep meaning in her calm eyes, put down her chopsticks, went to the kitchen to find a spoon, and said, "Let me feed you."

"it is good."

After eating and drinking, Tang Mowan put the leftovers into the kitchen and sat back in front of the computer.

Walking into the bathroom, she saw the clothes in the laundry basket, bit the inside of her lower lip, poked her head out and asked him, "I have no clothes to wear, what should I do?"

He responded without turning his head: "It's not very good for you to dress like this now."

"What's the matter, then I can't go out like this, I can't do the laundry for a while, is there any way?" Her big black eyes rolled around him.

He finally took the time to glance at her. The open collar of the shirt was slanted to one side, revealing her delicate collarbone, shaved shoulders, and a large piece of snow-white skin underneath. Such a style, at a glance, the desire expands.

"Taobao." Withdrawing his gaze, he gave his opinion lightly, "It's time to arrive tomorrow."

"..."

Tang Mowan had no choice, but he also knew that this was not a good idea. If the clothes were not delivered, would they have to stay here forever?

Although, this is also a very exciting thought, Wu Liuliu's eyes wandered around him again: "Don't you have to go to work in the company?"

"asked for leave."

"Can you still ask for leave?" She couldn't help but widen her eyes.

He asked lightly, "Why can't I?"

"...but we..."

"You don't want to stay here?" He finally gave her a straight look.

She shook her head subconsciously, and he turned his attention to the computer again: "That's fine, just don't buy clothes, or I will take you back to the villa when the wind is high at night."

"..." This is the first time they've heard him say so many things together. From her perspective, she just saw his slightly lowered chin, his well-defined side profile, and his healthy body slightly exposed under his shirt. She had a big chest, looking at it, she felt parched, and she really wanted to drink water, but she was reluctant to leave.

Then, she heard his low and clear reminder: "Girls should sit in a sitting position, and don't spread their legs so wide."

"..." Tang Mowan lowered his head, just in time to see his door open wide.

(End of this chapter)