Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

As soon as Mu Yansheng entered the door, she threw her bag on the sofa. The whole person jumped on the sofa and didn't want to move at all. She had never walked so much. Today she also wore a pair of high heels. Just now, in order not to spoil Gongsun Zan's fun, she insisted. Now she finally went home and she can relax.

The servant came and brought her tea, put it aside and went straight back. She buried her head in a soft pillow and didn't notice it at all.

Fu uniform Zun came down from upstairs and sat beside her. He reached out his hand and lifted her black hair on both sides of the sofa behind her. She subconsciously turned her face and was surprised to see him.

"Why are you back?" She asked suspiciously that Fu qiaozun was busy with his business these days and often didn't come back until evening. It should be early to calculate the time.

"Come back and wait for you. In case you are abducted by other men, I'll go after you." He opened his thin lips and picked his sword eyebrows. There was a faint doting in his deep eyes, and his angular face became more and more clear and charming.

"I knew I wouldn't come back so early. Let you wait at home." She turned over and put her head on his thigh, grabbed his sleeves with both hands, pursed her lips slightly, with a little girl's coyness and anger.

"Don't worry if you let me wait at home?" He encircled her slender waist, attached her side face with one hand, and the rough of the palm polished her white, tender and smooth skin. Although it was not comfortable, it fascinated her.

"Of course I'm not in a hurry." She shook her head slightly, deliberately singing the opposite tune to him.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her up, separated her legs, let her ride on his stride, put one hand on the back of her head, hugged her all over, and kissed her lips.

She knew it was in the living room, the servants were still cleaning not far away, and they were also smart people. They knew it was inappropriate to be present now, so they all quietly retreated elsewhere. Her cheeks turned red and wanted to push him away, but they were imprisoned by him more tightly.

After a deep kiss, he finally let her go. She lay down in his arms and gasped. Her whole body was paralyzed, as if a piece of cold ice had turned into clear water, attached to his body, invaded his skin and integrated with him.

"Are you still in a hurry?" There was a trace of evil smile on his mouth and gently stirred the broken hair blown off her ear. The hot and humid breath hovered in her ear with bursts of crisp itching.

"I'm not in a hurry!" Her mouth was as hard as ever. She was trying to push him away, but he pulled it over. He didn't get the answer he wanted. How could he let go easily.

His body suddenly fell down, and she couldn't help falling back. His thin lips rolled around her neck and tore the clothes on her chest. She knew what he wanted to do, raised her knees against him, and quickly stopped his movement.

"Don't be here." She looked at the surrounding environment. Although the servants had quit, they might suddenly come. Both the children were upstairs. If they came down and saw this scene, her old face would be lost.

"Anyway, you're not in a hurry. Isn't it the same everywhere?"

"I'm in a hurry. I'm in a hurry." She finally gave in. After all, the hero doesn't suffer from the immediate loss. If she doesn't let go, he doesn't know what special things he will do. He'd better avoid the disaster first.

"Since my wife is worried, let's go back to the room." With a slight smile and a winner's pride in his eyes, he stepped back from her, put his hands under her, picked her up horizontally, and carried her to the room without effort.

After a cloud and rain, he finally let her go. She lay on his chest and listened to his uniform and strong heartbeat. Her index finger slowly drew a circle on his chest, and there was still an undiminished flush on his white cheek.

Fu uniform Zun was also tired. He put one hand around her and the other hand on the quilt. His eyes were not hanging. He always had a faint smile on his mouth, and a thin layer of sweat was covered on his forehead. Just now, he was very satisfied with her performance.

She suddenly remembered what had happened just now. It was too sudden for him to bring a condom. She got up from the bed like an electric shock and took out a small box of tablets in the cabinet. When he was about to take out one, he suddenly came and grabbed the medicine.

"Why?" She was startled, slightly turned her face and looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't eat this kind of food again in the future. It will hurt your body." He threw the medicine back into the dustbin, pulled her back into his arms, rubbed her skin with his thick palm, and sprayed the warm breath on her head.

"But what if I'm pregnant? You'll always let me eat this time!" She couldn't help getting excited. Her elbows were supported on the bed, her eyebrows were tight, the redness and swelling on her lips had not subsided, and there were still red and tender strawberry marks on her chest. They were all his masterpieces.

"I was born when I was pregnant. I can't afford it." He pressed her down, buried his face in the nest of her neck and pecked at her clavicle.

"Fu uniform Zun, you are a man. You don't need to have children. You are rich and powerful. You can afford to have a pile of children, but do you know how lucky and hard it is to have a child? I've experienced it twice and don't want to experience it again. Will you let me go?"

She screwed Xiumei tightly, with a little displeasure on her face, slightly turned her face to one side, and her eyes gradually dimmed down. She looked at it and felt a little wronged.

Fu qiaozun's movement stopped suddenly, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly. He loosened her, picked up the box of medicine from the top of the trash can, took out one grain from it, and she poured a cup of warm water.

"Well, you said you wouldn't give birth if you didn't give birth, but the medicine can only be taken once. I'll wear a condom in the future." The first time he spoke so well, he fed the medicine to her mouth. In order to vent, she deliberately bit his finger.

He fondly rubbed her hair, handed the water to her mouth, fed her a few drinks, and put the cup aside.

Seeing that it was getting late, she changed her clothes and went downstairs. The collar of her pajamas was a little low, and the kiss marks on her neck were looming. When the servants saw it, they covered their mouths and laughed, which made her feel unnatural, but they didn't know what to say. She could only curse Fu qizun silently in her heart, blaming him for his carelessness.