Mr.Fu's White Moonlight

"Want to tell Xinxin? Want to stimulate her on purpose? " Fu Shimo is rational, but his body doesn't move. He is still close to Ji Nanchu. He can still feel Ji Nanchu's soft body when breathing.

"Mr. Fu, you don't think that one foot on two boats, do you?" Ji Nanchu wanted to remind Fu Shimo, but he didn't seem to be moved when he saw Fu Shimo. He didn't understand Fu Shimo's meaning for a moment.

"One foot on two boats? It's not the right word. I've always been flying flags. " Fu Shimo pursed his lips with a smile and looked at Ji Nanchu with disdain.

"What can you do if I have two legs? You tell Xinxin? You said it once four years ago. Do you think it will have any impact on me now? "

"At the beginning of Ji Nan, do you think a little too much?"

Ji Nanchu's body trembled again, and he didn't understand Fu Shimo's meaning any more. What did he want to do.

"You don't mean that your children and I have been born, so Xinxin already knows what we will do."

"It's too late for you to tell her now, isn't it?"

Ji Nanchu didn't expect that Fu Shimo couldn't even influence Su Xin, so it didn't matter.

Ji Nanchu's fingertips curled up slightly and grasped the sheets.

"It's different, isn't it? Miss Su has been waiting for president Fu for four years. Are you willing to let her down again? " Ji Nanchu said sarcastically that Su Xin had been waiting for Fu Shimo for four years, hadn't he?

At least, in Fu Shimo's opinion, it is like this.

Fu Shimo's body is stiff again. In the next moment, Ji Nanchu feels that the people around him are far away from his body. His slight coolness makes Ji Nanchu tremble instinctively.

At the beginning of Ji Nan, he quickly arranged the torn clothes, pulled the quilt over his body and covered his body tightly.

It's less than a minute.

Fu Shimo's eyes drooped, looking at Ji Nanchu's series of actions, his mouth turned to one side and sneered.

Look at Ji Nanchu's chastity and heroine. It seems that he has done something. What does he really want to do? Does Ji Nanchu think that a quilt is of any use?

It's ridiculous.

Fu Shimo stares at Ji Nanchu. After calming down for a while, he opens the wardrobe and takes some clothes. Then he goes into the bathroom and slams the door.

Ji Nanchu lies on the bed, trying to calm himself down, but it seems that all the armor collapses in the moment Fu Shimo leaves.

Throat sour, hot tears gush out, in the corner of the eye gently slide, disappear between the bedding.

After a while, the bathroom door opened again with a click. Ji Nanchu was busy wiping away the tears on his face.

Fu Shimo is wearing a pair of household pants. His upper body is bare, his hair is half dry and not wet, and he is dazzled and scattered on his head. Compared with the neat in the past, he is a bit more evil and sexy now.

Ji Nanchu took a look and then looked away. Fu Shimo's appearance is always excellent. As others say, even if he is wearing a sack, it is very eye-catching.

Fu Shimo went to one side and took out his cigarette. He only heard the slap of the lighter, and Ji Nanchu faintly smelled the smell of tobacco.

She was still lying on her side, motionless, but Fu Shimo could see that she must not be asleep.

The sound of low magnetism rings out again.