Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

She said, picked up the wine at hand and drank it for several times. There are only two kinds of mood when she wants to drink. One is to drown her sorrow with wine, the other is to drink happily. Now she belongs to the latter kind. She just takes advantage of the strength of wine to vent her joy.

He knew she was talking nonsense every time she was drunk, but he forgot everything when she woke up. Seeing that she was about to fall down, he immediately got up and walked up. At the moment when her side face touched the table, he caught her face with the palm of his hand so that she could rest on his hand.

She felt his temperature, raised her hand around his neck and looked at him dimly, as if to engrave every corner of his face in her heart. She slightly tooted her pink thin lips, with a hazy smile on her mouth, and her eyes were as clear and gentle as water.

"Fu uniform Zun, you're still as good-looking as before, but I'm old and there are wrinkles on my face. Will you dislike me and don't want me, will you?" She kept pulling his sleeve, shaking his body with all her strength, and kept asking questions at the edge of her mouth. Her head was dizzy, leaning against his shoulder, and her mouth was filled with a shallow smile.

"How could I dislike you? If I disliked you, I wouldn't have married you." He bowed his head, kissed her on the side face, took him in his arms and hugged him horizontally. She was like a soft and confused cat, nestled in his arms, smashed her mouth from time to time, grabbed him with her hands, and her long hair was scattered on her chest, which looked more and more beautiful.

In fact, he wanted to take her to see the stars tonight. He checked for a few days. There are many stars today. The starry sky is also the most beautiful in the whole year. Unexpectedly, she was drunk. Now she can't see anything. He can only take her back to her room to sober up.

Early the next morning, the sun slanted in through the gap of the curtain. She gradually woke up. She hummed and yawned at her mouth. She wanted to raise her hand to open the quilt, but he pressed it down. She found that her whole body was tightly held by him, and she didn't even have a chance to turn over.

"Don't move. Get some more sleep." He sprayed his warm breath on her head and said vaguely. He should have woke up at this time before, but she drank too much last night and made too much noise. He didn't sleep until midnight, so he looked very tired.

She also obediently stopped moving and curled up in his arms. Her side face was close to his chest. His chest was warm and broad, but it was not soft at all. Due to perennial fitness, he had strong muscles, strong lines and a full sense of security.

After a while, he finally sobered up a lot. The strength of his arms gradually decreased, turned over, and finally let go of her. She was stuffy just now. Now she can finally breathe a few mouthfuls of fresh air and stretch her body. Just now, he has been holding back and didn't move, and her bones are almost stiff.

Her memory only stays before she got drunk last night. As for the things after she got drunk, she has no impression at all. Every time she gets drunk, the things after drinking are like amnesia. She doesn't know if others don't tell her.

"Mu Yansheng, I will never let you drink again." He yawned, stretched and rubbed his slightly swollen eyes. He was really regretful.

She could imagine herself drunk. Although she didn't know what she had done, she knew she must have done nothing good. She buried her face in the quilt and didn't dare to look at him.

"You worked hard last night." She held it for a long time before she squeezed out this sentence from her mouth. She slightly turned her face and looked out of the window. Beichi bit her lower lip from time to time and rubbed the corner of her back with her hands.

He fished her over and lifted all her long hair above the pillow. Her beautiful face was not covered and decorated at all. When he woke up early in the morning, there was still some body fluid on his mouth, but it didn't affect his interest at all.

"It's hard work. You have to compensate me." He raised his hand and scraped gently on the bridge of her nose. His warm finger abdomen rubbed her lips. His deep eyes were full of lust and ambiguity, and his voice was low, with calm and vicissitudes.

He kissed her lips and rubbed on her lips. The quilt was still full of the body temperature of the last night. They took off each other's clothes and lingered on this soft bed with excitement and shyness.

He exhausted his passion for energy and energy this night and lay flat and gasped. She lay on his chest and put all her weight on him. She fastened her fingers to him. A thin layer of sweat melted together. The messy and wrinkled sheets showed the intensity and prosperity just now.

He left a deep kiss on her forehead. After lying down for a while, he untied her hand from her body, lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom. A moment later, there was a intermittent sound of running water in the bathroom. She couldn't help burying her head in the quilt and sleeping back.

She didn't leave the bed until noon. The waiter had brought the food and set it on the table. When she thought of yesterday's dinner on the table, two red clouds appeared on her cheeks. She had been drinking soup silently and didn't dare to look up at him.

"Why don't you talk? Didn't you talk a lot last night?" He raised his eyes and glanced at her. There was a faint smile on his mouth. With a little provocative meaning, the sword eyebrow was light, and a different brilliance appeared between his eyebrows.

"What did I say last night?" She swallowed a mouthful of fish and looked at him nervously. She knew that she loved to talk when she was drunk, and she didn't know what to say. She prayed silently in her heart. She didn't say anything very special last night.

"It's all here." He took out his mobile phone, tuned out the video and put it in front of her. She looked at it suspiciously. The way she was drunk and talking nonsense was clearly photographed. Even the sound of the wind and cicadas were very clear. She looked at her funny actions and was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a seam and get in.

She couldn't see it anymore. She just wanted to delete it, but he took it away. Fortunately, there were only two of them in the room, otherwise she didn't know where to put her face.

"It's going to be deleted. It's so ugly!" She had no appetite to eat at all. She put down her knife and fork, sat opposite, pouted, frowned slightly, and her eyes were full of embarrassment and injustice.