Mr.President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

After covering the blanket, he gazed quietly at Wen orange's cheek.

Even though, in sleep, Wen orange's brow, still tightly wrinkled.

Fu Ling looked at it and felt a little distressed.

He stretched out his hand, trying to smooth it for her, and her brow wrinkled tightly.

But he was afraid that he would wake Wencheng and break the rare quiet time.

So, he didn't move.

Fu Ling sat there, just looking at Wen Cheng.

I don't know how long after that, Wen Cheng slowly opened his eyes, Fu lingcai looked away, pretended to be asleep, and quickly closed his eyes.

Wen Cheng wakes up and sees a thin blanket on her body.

She frowned and glanced at Fu Ling.

She lifted the blanket and threw it to Fu Ling.

Fu Ling pretends to be awakened by Wen Cheng. He opens his eyes and looks at Wen Cheng in confusion.

"What's the matter?"

Wen orange ignored him, untied his seat belt and got out of the small compartment.

After walking around, she saw that other people were also resting, so she didn't disturb her.

He took some cakes and milk and went back to his place.

Fu Ling looked at her coming back with food and asked with a smile, "are you hungry?"

Wen orange still ignored him, sat down, took a box of milk to open.

After two sips of milk, she took a bite of bread.

The bread hasn't been swallowed yet, suddenly I hear Fu Ling shout.

"Don't move There's something on your mouth... "

Wen Cheng frowns and looks at Fu Ling.

Fu Ling coagulates the white milk stains on her lips. He swallows his saliva unconsciously.

He took a tissue and slowly approached Wen orange.

"I'll wipe it off for you..."

Wencheng didn't want to be so close to him, so she leaned back.

Fu Ling's breath is stagnant, and his eyes are burning to Wen orange.

At this moment, his breathing became a little heavy.

Warm orange back, he's close.

This time, his courage is far greater than before.

The temptation of the lip, let him unable to extricate himself, he can hardly control his behavior.

He pursed his thin lips and raised his hand to hold Wen orange's jaw.

Wen Cheng frowned and asked in a low voice, "what do you want?"

"I want to help you get rid of the dirt on your mouth. Don't move..." Fu Ling's serious way back.

Wen Cheng is facing his eyes, her heart beats violently.

She bit the lip and warned in a low voice: "don't wipe it, please let me go quickly..."

At the moment, Wen orange is almost surrounded by Fu Ling's arm.

Fu Ling's fingers pressed her chin tightly, and she was almost out of breath.

The burning breath, circle by circle, slowly splashed on her face, she didn't feel a bit flustered.

Fu Ling did not flinch this time.

He didn't wait for Wencheng to resist, so he put his thin lips together and quickly kissed Wencheng's lips.

Wen Cheng's eyes are wide open. He looks at Fu Ling incredulously.

Fu Ling pursed her lips and pursed the milk stains on her lips.

After this, the soft touch makes Fu Ling's eyes a little red.

He tried to restrain the impending agitation in his body.

Then, he quickly left Wencheng.

I'm back in my place.

He pressed his heart, beating wildly and smiling at Wen Orange: "it's clean, you can continue to eat cake."

Wen Cheng felt that his head was blank.

She was stiff all over, staring at Fu Ling.

It took her a long time to recover.

The next moment, her cheek flushed, extremely annoyed raised his hand, mercilessly fan Fu Ling a slap in the face.