President Daddy's spoils me too much

In the afternoon, the sun is hot outside, and the air conditioner is on in the ward. It's cool.

Fu Ting lies in the hospital bed and falls asleep. Ning Xiuyu lies in his arms and tells him to turn over. His little arm hits Fu ting in the face.

Fu Ting, who was sleeping, was unconscious and motionless.

Ning Xiuyu seems to be sleeping unsteadily. He twists and turns his small body around on the bed. He doesn't know when his body will turn around and a pair of small feet will stand on Fu Ting's face.

Ning Wan came in and saw the two people on the bed. He couldn't help being happy. She took out her mobile phone to take photos quietly and sent them to share with Anqing.

After a while, Anqing's message came: I also want a son. Will my son and Shaolin's son be so handsome? No, it must be better than your ice face.

Thinking of what anbai said at lunch, Ning Wan wanted to reply to Anqing: I don't know whether you and he Shaolin's son are handsome or not. I don't think he and Li Xiaoman's children are bad.

Several minutes later, Anqing never replied to Ning Wan. Isn't it anger? Alas, if a few simple words can make an Qing give up he Shaolin completely, that would be great.

I haven't got Anqing's reply. Ning Wan is lying on the sofa. After a while, a cell phone rings, Ning Wan picks up the phone in time and rushes out of the ward.

"Ning Wan, are you my best friend?"

Ning Wan leaned against the wall outside the door and said softly, "I'm your best friend. Now that you and he Shaolin are in the same city, he ignores you. Do you really think it's necessary to stay with him? "

“……”

"I know you like he Shaolin, but you two..."

"I'm afraid I won't find anyone who likes it that much again."

I didn't expect that Anqing would be so infatuated with he Shaolin. Ning Wan carefully organized the language and said, "what should I do when Li Xiaoman gives birth to the child?"

Ann Qing didn't speak.

"Now that the child is not born, he Shaolin will not live with you. After the child makes a sound? Do you really think you'll get him in the future? "

The phone is still silent.

"You are young and beautiful. You really don't need to waste time on he Shaolin."

"I never think I'm wasting time like this, even if I see him every day, I feel very happy."

Ning Wan is helpless. "In this case, can you feel happiness when you divorce him and see him occasionally?"

"How can it be the same?"

In Ning Wan's eyes, all of these are the same. "I think it's better to find a better man than to waste your time on a man who doesn't love you. Anqing, you deserve a better man. "

Hang up the phone, Ning Wan gently open the door, suddenly was scared.

"Done talking?" Fu Ting is standing at the door.

"Are you awake?" Ning Wan walks past Fu ting.

Fu Ting gently raised his hand and stopped in front of Ning Wan.

Feeling his hot breath, Ning Wan could not help but step back and cling to the door, "President Fu, you What do you want to do? "

"With the current relationship between the two of us, you still call me president Fu?"

"What should I call you?"

The cool air in the room is very enough. Fu Ting's breath is hot. Ning Wan tries to hold his breath and feels that his head is going to be embedded in the door panel.

"I allow you to call me angry." Fu Ting attached to Ning Wan's shoulder and made a deep and sexy voice.

If Fu Ting gets closer, Ning Wan feels that she is going to collapse. In a hurry, she pushes Fu Ting away and hides in the room.

Fu Ting chuckled, "you are so afraid of me."

Ning Wan gazed at his smile and his heart beat faster inexplicably. "You are not my boss or the villain of all evils. Why should I be afraid of you?"

"Oh?" Fu Ting sat down in front of the sofa, his legs folded, and looked at Ning Wan a few steps away. "You used to be afraid of me when you worked for me?"

"And All right. " Ning Wan tries to keep calm. "By the way, are you free tonight?"

Fu Ting's mouth was slightly raised, and he was expecting something in his heart

"Well, I have something to do tonight. I want to ask you to look after Xiuyu."

“……”

Ning Wan looks at Fu ting. Why doesn't he speak?

After a while, Fu Ting calmed down his displeasure and looked at Ning Wan coldly. "Where are you going?"

"Anqing and I have something to go out, so I want to trouble you. Of course, if you are not free, I will let brother Bai look after Xiuyu for me."

"No way!"

"Well?" Ning wanlue looks at the past with surprise. What do you mean by Fu Ting's angry face?

Fu Ting's voice was cold and hard, "you are not allowed to find anbai, but you can't find anbai if you have any problems in the future. Do you understand?"

"Is this my freedom?" Ning Wan said quietly in his heart, why is he so domineering?

"I'm not sure!"Tonight, Fu Ting is still needed to take care of Xiuyu. Ning Wan has to deal with it temporarily. "OK."

"Where did you go this noon?"

It was uncomfortable to hear Ning Wan, "do I need to report it to you?"

"Well?" Fu Ting's voice was low, and he was still upset and furious. "Try again!"

Inexplicably by Fu Ting's momentum overwhelming, rather Wan timid said: "out to eat."

"Where's my meal?"

"Your meal?" It's more than two o'clock now. Is Fu Ting still hungry? All of a sudden, she saw the lunch box in the garbage can in the corner of her eyes, and immediately realized, "what does it have to do with me whether you eat or not?"

Fu Ting got up from the sofa and walked to Ning Wan step by step. Ning Wan stood at the head of the bed, forced to sit down, his upper body desperately retreated.

"That's not the way you should talk to me."

Fu Ting's cold face was in front of her eyes, and her breath was spraying on Ning Wan's lips. She swallowed her saliva quietly, "then how can I talk to President Fu?"

"First, you should call me angry; second, you must always care about me in the future; third..."

"Wait!" Ning Wan interrupted him in a low voice, "I really don't know your relationship so well, so can Fu always be self righteous and self righteous?"

The air is filled with a cold and quiet smell, two people look at each other, one is tight breathing, the other is gasping for breath.

"Ning Wan!" Fu tingleng shouted.

Ning Wan covers Fu Ting's lips and looks back at Ning Xiuyu behind him. "Don't shout, be careful to wake him up."

Weak boneless hands, light fragrance, all of them are stirring Fu Ting's heart strings.

Fu Ting wants to talk, and his thin lips are close to Ning Wan's palm. The hot breath came, Ning Wan seemed to be electrified and hurriedly dodged his little hands.

Fu Ting grabs Ning Wan's hand and pulls it back. She is forced to stick it on his hard chest.

The familiar smell of tobacco, like the best spices, is intoxicating.

Ning Wan raised his head slowly, his heart was breaking and beating, and his blood was rushing, "President Fu, you..."

Fu Ting did not let Ning Wan finish, gently holding her arm, sexy lips suddenly leaned over, tightly occupied Ning Wan's red lips.