Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

"What's up?" Fu Sicheng answered her quickly.

"I accidentally got my clothes wet. Can you help me to ask the landlady if she has a bathrobe?"

Bathrobe? What are the possible accommodation conditions? Fu Sicheng went to bed, got up, put on his suit and came to the bathroom: "put this on first. Don't catch cold. I'll ask."

Song Rao opened a crack in the door and took the clothes in. After waiting inside for two or three minutes, he heard Fu Sicheng come back and walk outside the bathroom: "only bath towels, you can make do with it."

Song Rao took the bath towel in. Although it was not as good as the bathrobe, it was better than wearing wet clothes or naked.

Song Rao wrapped her body horizontally with a bath towel, fixed it, and then put on Fu Sicheng's suit. She heard Fu Sicheng calling in the room, as if he were calling Lin Li, and then heard him receive a call from the police station

As soon as Fu Sicheng hung up the phone, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and subconsciously looked over.

Song Rao came out in his suit coat. Because the suit had only two buttons and was on the abdomen, most of the white bath towel wrapped in Song Rao showed up, and a pair of full and proud breasts were very eye-catching.

The white to luminous legs were exposed in the air, and the hair was wrapped by a towel, revealing a slender neck. A few drops of water were shining on her neck, and a wisp of black hair was wet on the side of her neck, sexy with a bit of pure desire.

In particular, her towering chest makes people have the impulse to rush forward and pull off the eye-catching bath towel.

Fu Sicheng's eyes were out of control, which made song Rao uneasily close her wide suit.

But soon song Rao's attention was attracted by the aroma of instant noodles. She looked at the table.

"I'm ready. Do you want to wash?" Song Rao asked him.

Fu Sicheng was about to speak. A burst of movement came. It was the sound of seven or eight people going up the stairs. The noisy footsteps soon spread to the corridor outside the door. Then there was the sound of banging on the door.

Song Rao's first reaction, standing outside the bathroom near the door, was to walk quickly towards Fu Sicheng, who also came towards her and protected her on her side.

"What's the matter outside?" Song Rao looked at the direction of the door.

As soon as the voice fell, their door was patted, accompanied by the man's voice: "open the door, round the room."

Fu Sicheng walked to the bedside in two steps, took the thin quilt on his bed, wrapped song Rao's legs tightly, and then he went to open the door. Two uniformed policemen appeared at the door.

Seeing Fu Sicheng, the police were stunned. After looking at Fu Sicheng up and down, they unconsciously weakened.

"We have received a report that someone here is engaged in yellow trading. Please show your ID card." while talking, the policeman looked at Song Rao standing in the room wrapped in a quilt.

Fu Sicheng took out his wallet from his pocket, took out his ID card and handed it to the police. Then he went to the bed to pick up song Rao's wallet on the bed before taking a bath and looked for his ID card.

The two policemen followed and walked in a few steps. They patrolled around the room and found nothing suspicious.

"Kyoto people?" the police looked at their ID cards and then looked at them: "what's the relationship between you two?"

In fact, just looking at their temperament and appearance incompatible with the room, we know that they will have no problem, but this is their work, and the process still has to go.

"What else can it matter to live in a room?" Fu Sicheng stood next to song Rao, his face calm and replied.