Chapter 2903
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"You She did not have time to be angry, stretched out her hand to touch Feng Jin's face, "are you ok?"
"Rong Rong..." He opened his eyes pitifully. "I'm dizzy."
"Hit your head?" Huarong was startled and reached for the back of Fengjin's head and a big bag.
“…………” She was so angry that she couldn't beat him. She broke out of his arms and reached out to pull him up.
There was still water in the bathtub. After Feng Jin stood up, half of her body was wet. Her clothes were wrinkled and her hair was like a chicken coop. She looked like a refugee.
"You are always like this!" She was so angry that she scolded him as she helped him out of the bathtub, "childish, capricious and unreliable!"
Feng Jin fell five fans three, the brain is all dizzy, let Huarong count, pitifully called her a "Rong Rong..."
"Go ahead and change your clothes." Back in the bedroom, Huarong asked him to change his wet clothes.
Fengjin dare not make a mistake, obediently went to change on the home clothes.
When he changed his clothes, Huarong was already sitting on the sofa.
"Rong Rong..." Feng Jin was tired of flattering, and gently called her name. Seeing that her face was normal, she did not give up her hand and said, "come back to Liangcheng with me."
Huarong looked at the hand he had grasped and looked up at him: "is your head OK?"
"Ah?" Feng Jin Leng for a moment, thought that Huarong scolded him, and then reacted to it. Huarong was asking about his injury. He touched the back of his head and shook his head
Looking at his silly appearance, Huarong can't help thinking, is this guy a fool?
She saw that he was a little angry. She took back the hand he held in his palm and directed Fengjin: "go and get a bottle of safflower oil."
Feng Jin shook his head: "I'm really OK."
Huarong didn't speak, just glared at him. Feng Jin didn't dare to make a sound again. He opened the door and went out.
Looking at the back of the man, Huarong sighed.
After a while, Feng brocade wrinkly took the red small bottle back, he handed the bottle to Huarong, whispered: "I'm really OK."
Huarong looked at him with a look and felt that he didn't like it
"It's a little bit strong." He also has idol baggage.
When the time comes to make a smell, wearing a head of safflower oil smell of hair swagger across the market, that how humiliating?
"Yes, if you go out now, others will have to shout at you that Feng San is not enough. You're going to make a lot of achievements and face saving." Huarong praised him a few words, then clapped the armrest of the sofa, "OK, squat down!"
Fengjin is not happy, but forced by the power of Huarong, she has to squat down in front of Huarong.
He looked up at Huarong's face on the sofa.
In the past, he only felt that the face was dull, but now in his eyes, only charming and colorful.
Whether it was the pink tear mole at the corner of her eye, or the pink thin red lip flap, and even her small nose tip, they all felt lovely and attractive.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so it is.
When this man came into his eyes, no woman in the world could match her beauty. His eyes only followed her.
Huarong ignored the sight of Fengjin and unscrewed the safflower oil.
Some exciting smell immediately sent out, Fengjin sneezed, instantly any beautiful idea was scattered by reality.
Huarong rubs her hands hot, and then uses her hands with safflower oil to knead the bag on the back of Fengjin's head.
Feng Jin did not have psychological preparation, gently "hiss" a, Huarong squinted at him: "pain?"
Feng Jin felt it for a while and found that Huarong's technique was very good. Her strength was just right, but it would not hurt his strength. The technique is very professional. I should have learned it specially.
He shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
Huarong issued a sneer: "delicate." Laugh at him for shouting.
Women's fingers are warm and slender, totally different from men's, and they feel different when pressed on the body.
Feng brocade was rubbed by her a little bit.
His fingers touched his long white thigh, and his Adam's apple rolled.
Huarong's other hand hit him on the back of his hand: "take it away."
He clung to the delicate skin on the inner side of her thigh and refused to let go. He called her softly: "Rongrong..."
Rong Rong took a look at Feng Jin's messy hair rubbed by her, and couldn't help laughing: "I don't want to sleep with a man with the smell of safflower oil."
“……” Feng Jin said in a gloomy way, "I'll just say..." He is not reconciled, or can not help but get together to ask for a kiss.
Huarong looks down at Fengjin's face. The man's eyes are deeply attached to and obsessed with. The deep love seems to make her slightly shake her mind, until the man's soft lips stick to her lips.
The temperature was chilling.
Huarong couldn't help but fall back. Fengjin stood up and pressed her on the sofa and licked into her tiny open lips.His kiss was too familiar and gentle, and Huarong's body was too familiar with his breath. Before the reason began to resist, the body had already surrendered first.
Her snow-white cheek has been floating on the red, Fengjin know that she has been emotional, reached out to untie her bathrobe, and stripped her white body from the black bathrobe.
She was so white and slender. The black bathrobe made of velvet and satin poured down under her. The boundary between black and white was so clear. He breathed slightly, and his body exuded the aggressive smell of male hormones, and his body temperature was gradually rising.
The sofa was too narrow. He held out his hand and lifted her red fruit body from the bathrobe. The taste of the empty body made Huarong wake up for a moment. She struggled to get down, and soon fell on the soft bed by Fengjin.
Once touched the bed, the gentle and gentle man seemed to take off his camouflage, fiercely pushed her against the surface of the bed, lowered his head and wantonly went down along her clavicle
“…… Oh, Phoenix brocade... " She shuddered out, her fingers grabbed his soft short hair, "don't you..."
In bed, she has always been a thoroughly hedonistic.
Loyal to their own desires, so they will not refuse his courtship.
Feng Jin knew that her soft and soft calling of his name didn't mean anything, but his heart was still slightly constricted because of her nasal call. He couldn't help being more gentle to her. He wanted to exchange for her soft and pleasant voice. He bit her small white ears. He said in a hoarse voice: "call me again I make you happier, OK? "
She was too sensitive to stand a little teasing. The heat blowing in her ears could make her shiver. Huarong didn't want him to be proud for too long. She struggled to wake up from the abyss of love y, and looked at the man in front of her with his lips hooked and squint at him. He laughed softly: "the guy with the smell of safflower oil, do you want me to be happy? I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll think I've had a bottle of red Ah... " She snorted and called out a voice and bit on Feng Jin's shoulder.
Huarong dizzy, has been speechless, just hold him tightly, the whole person has become a pool of spring water.
……
All night, Feng Jin was happy with her. Her voice was almost hoarse and she was pressed on the bed by him.
A man in his prime has always been interested in this sport. What's more, only in bed can he get such a soft and obedient look.
"Any more?"
He kisses her on the lips and asks her in a low voice.
And her answer was direct, "more."
Huarong didn't know how she had gone to sleep. Before she fell asleep, Feng Jin's sexy panting voice was in her ear. He also asked him to call softly in her ear: "Rongrong, Rongrong, Rongrong..."
As the magic sound pierces the brain, but inevitably, the heart is also softened by his whispering
*
when I woke up the next day, there was a smell of safflower oil floating in the air.
Huarong opened her eyes, her waist was sour and her legs were soft. She supported her waist for a long time before she sat up from the bed.
The quilt slipped down, revealing her miserable upper body. I don't know what Fengjin did to her last night. There was a tooth print on her chest, and a whole circle was obviously left on her right chest.
He's a milk dog. Do you want to mark the territory?
After sitting for a while, she couldn't hold on and drew back lazily into the quilt.
"The Phoenix came in and let her voice out
Huarong looks at the bedroom door from the side of her head. Her throat is hoarse and she is too lazy to speak.
When Feng Jin opened the door, he saw Huarong on the bed with a pair of big black eyes looking at his direction. Seeing that she was awake, he couldn't help complaining: "you don't talk..."
Huarong was so tired that she said in a hoarse voice, "can I still speak now?"
Feng Jin came over and kneaded her shoulder tenderly, "I'll give you a massage."
Huarong got rid of his frivolity and said, "go away."
Feng Jin was fresh and refreshing, and didn't want to roll at all. She was very tight in the early morning: "Shengge, they have finished their breakfast. Go downstairs and have dinner with me."
"Are you a little fuckin 'baby and you want someone to eat with you?" Huarong speechless to spit blood, stretched out his hand to push away the sticky Phoenix brocade, but he grabbed it with one hand and bit at the fingertip.
Shit, is this guy really a milk dog?
Huarong can't help but scold him, but Fengjin's whole body is hugged by bear. She is pressed down by him, and her anger is almost crushed by him, and her words can't be said.
"Rong Rong, marry me again." He held her in his arms and proposed, "I will treat you well. In the future, I will give you everything you want, and I can also pick off the stars in the sky."
Don't you say that after a sleep, women blow the pillow side wind, men will be very good to talk? Why is Fengjin blowing pillow side wind at her now?
Huarong a face of indifference pushed away the Phoenix brocade on his body, put on his trousers and didn't recognize people, "roll.""We are so happy together," Feng Jin couldn't help but say, "you still have feelings for me, why don't you admit it?"
Huarong put on his pajamas, bared his teeth and stood up, "I just feel about your body."
"If you marry me, you can sleep with me, won't you?"
Huarong don't look too far, sneer at him, put out a hand and point his chest, "even if I don't marry you, I can sleep with you now."
Feng Jin understood: "you just want to abandon me, not responsible."
Huarong thought a little and nodded: "it's probably like this."
Feng Jin was so angry by her that she wanted to talk hard and would not sleep for you. However, she estimated that she would be ridiculed again by Huarong. She was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Huarong is a total winner. She glances at him triumphantly, and supports her waist to wash in the bathroom.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she looked in the mirror. She still felt that the kiss marks beside her ears were too swaggering, but the neckline could not be blocked. What's more, she left such a piece in other people's eyes, and she buttoned up the neckline completely, which was just full of desire to cover up.
Buckle up is not good, not buckle up is more swagger, Huarong gas had a look at the man clubbed at the door, took his foot on his leg to kick.
Feng Jin, who was kicked innocently:
"Don't leave a mark on me in the future!"
"How can I control that time?"
"Put a mask on me then!"
“……” I haven't heard of having sex and wearing a mask. He doesn't have any special hobby! "No
"Don't touch me after that!"
Huarong angrily went out of the bathroom, changed into a high collar home clothes, opened the door and walked out of the room.
Huarong lived here for a period of time. The housemaid almost regarded her as another hostess of the family. Seeing her coming down, she enthusiastically surrounded her into the restaurant.
After breakfast, the Xiao Sheng songs did not go out from the restaurant. They were fighting. When they saw the appearance of flowers coming in, they immediately pasted them up.
as like as two peas, Xiao Feng Sheng climbed the top of his lap and climbed to the knee of his flower. He sweetly stretched out his neck and put his face on the flower. He smelled his face and smelled it. "The smell of the little flower is exactly the same as that of his father."
Hua Rong thought, touched with the red flower oil smell of Phoenix brocade.
"But it smells better than dad." Xiaofeng song in the side of the old in the mouth.
Phoenix brocade is coming in, hear the words of Feng Song, the footstep is slightly a meal, "what is better than I smell?"
"The smell of floret!" Xiaofengsheng narrowed her eyes and said, "it's sweet and fragrant strawberry flavor!"
"You have a long white nose." Feng Jin pinched her small face, but he also felt that Huarong smelled very well, "come down quickly, Rong Rong wants to eat."
Xiaofengsheng hugged Huarong's neck and refused to give up, "don't you Why, what is this Xiaofengsheng found a kiss at the root of Huarong's ear, and exclaimed in surprise, "Daddy, Xiaohua has been bitten by an insect!"
Children's voice attracted the attention of all people in the restaurant, Rao is Huarong, no matter how thick, there is no way to show a body of ambiguous traces.
She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her neck. Xiaofengsheng was worried. Her big eyes were full of worry, "does it hurt, does it itch?"
Huarong took a look at the Phoenix brocade, "pain, itching."
"That big bug is so bad!" Xiaofeng Sheng puffed up her small face. "I want to ask dad to take insecticide!"
Huarong also nodded seriously: "should kill!"
Feng Jin: "it's just
Feng Jin's face is green.
The servants in the restaurant, having seen enough of the excitement, came up with a smile and took away the Feng Sheng and Feng Song.
Xiaofengsheng hugs Huarong's neck and asks for a farewell kiss.
She is so clingy that it's carved out of the same mold as Fengjin.
Huarong smiles and kisses Fengsheng's small face. Looking at the child happily picked up by the nanny, she is about to have a meal. She feels that her clothes have been pulled by someone.
She looked down and saw xiaofengge standing next to her. She raised her eyes eagerly and looked at her without saying a word.
Huarong tilted his head and picked up a snack: "do you want to eat it?"
Xiaofeng song shook her head.
Feng brocade in side cool way: "this kid also wants to kiss, but too sultry, don't know who like."
His words are full of vinegar.
Huarong gave him a look, then picked up xiaofengge's small face and perfumed his cheek. Xiaofengge's snow-white face immediately showed a blush. She gave a shy kiss to Huarong's face, then turned around and held out her hand for the nanny.
Nanny picked him up, xiaofengge buried her face in the baby sitter's arms, shyly refused to see the face of flowers.
Fengjin has never seen her son's shyness in this life. Her taste and drinking water are sour. Her face is cute. Her son is so cute!"It's much more lovely than when you were a child," Hua Rong said
Feng brocade hums a, "I love much more than him."
"When you were a kid, you kiss you and ignore people."
“…… It was you who forced me to kiss me. "
Huarong sneered: "sultry."
She ate a snack and then went to play with the children, ignoring him.
Fengjin went upstairs to deal with the e-mails sent by the headquarters of Liangcheng company these days. When he went downstairs, he saw that his two brothers and sisters were always pestering him. Now he totally despised him. He sat on the sofa alone for a while and felt the loneliness of being alone.
I don't know if the two children are familiar with each other or they are really attracted by blood. In a word, Huarong and their familiar thief are quick, and now they have become a piece of each other, and the little flowers keep calling.
In the courtyard came the sound of Sheng song and their laughter. Fengjin stayed in place for a while, but could not stay. He got up and went to the garden.
In the open swing, Huarong is playing on the swing with the Phoenix song in her arms. The Phoenix Sheng not far away has found a small spade in her hand. She squats on the grass and is digging continuously. The white and pure princess skirt is black and stained with soil.
Fengjin knows that Huarong is not reliable to take children with her, and she didn't expect to take it out for half an hour. One of the two children can take a bath.
He speechless went to pick up Fengsheng from the ground, shook the mud on the little guy, and asked with a black face, "what are you doing?"
Fengsheng innocently raised his hand and handed the earthworm to Fengjin to see: "Daddy, this is a small earthworm. It will move!"
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"You She did not have time to be angry, stretched out her hand to touch Feng Jin's face, "are you ok?"
"Rong Rong..." He opened his eyes pitifully. "I'm dizzy."
"Hit your head?" Huarong was startled and reached for the back of Fengjin's head and a big bag.
“…………” She was so angry that she couldn't beat him. She broke out of his arms and reached out to pull him up.
There was still water in the bathtub. After Feng Jin stood up, half of her body was wet. Her clothes were wrinkled and her hair was like a chicken coop. She looked like a refugee.
"You are always like this!" She was so angry that she scolded him as she helped him out of the bathtub, "childish, capricious and unreliable!"
Feng Jin fell five fans three, the brain is all dizzy, let Huarong count, pitifully called her a "Rong Rong..."
"Go ahead and change your clothes." Back in the bedroom, Huarong asked him to change his wet clothes.
Fengjin dare not make a mistake, obediently went to change on the home clothes.
When he changed his clothes, Huarong was already sitting on the sofa.
"Rong Rong..." Feng Jin was tired of flattering, and gently called her name. Seeing that her face was normal, she did not give up her hand and said, "come back to Liangcheng with me."
Huarong looked at the hand he had grasped and looked up at him: "is your head OK?"
"Ah?" Feng Jin Leng for a moment, thought that Huarong scolded him, and then reacted to it. Huarong was asking about his injury. He touched the back of his head and shook his head
Looking at his silly appearance, Huarong can't help thinking, is this guy a fool?
She saw that he was a little angry. She took back the hand he held in his palm and directed Fengjin: "go and get a bottle of safflower oil."
Feng Jin shook his head: "I'm really OK."
Huarong didn't speak, just glared at him. Feng Jin didn't dare to make a sound again. He opened the door and went out.
Looking at the back of the man, Huarong sighed.
After a while, Feng brocade wrinkly took the red small bottle back, he handed the bottle to Huarong, whispered: "I'm really OK."
Huarong looked at him with a look and felt that he didn't like it
"It's a little bit strong." He also has idol baggage.
When the time comes to make a smell, wearing a head of safflower oil smell of hair swagger across the market, that how humiliating?
"Yes, if you go out now, others will have to shout at you that Feng San is not enough. You're going to make a lot of achievements and face saving." Huarong praised him a few words, then clapped the armrest of the sofa, "OK, squat down!"
Fengjin is not happy, but forced by the power of Huarong, she has to squat down in front of Huarong.
He looked up at Huarong's face on the sofa.
In the past, he only felt that the face was dull, but now in his eyes, only charming and colorful.
Whether it was the pink tear mole at the corner of her eye, or the pink thin red lip flap, and even her small nose tip, they all felt lovely and attractive.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so it is.
When this man came into his eyes, no woman in the world could match her beauty. His eyes only followed her.
Huarong ignored the sight of Fengjin and unscrewed the safflower oil.
Some exciting smell immediately sent out, Fengjin sneezed, instantly any beautiful idea was scattered by reality.
Huarong rubs her hands hot, and then uses her hands with safflower oil to knead the bag on the back of Fengjin's head.
Feng Jin did not have psychological preparation, gently "hiss" a, Huarong squinted at him: "pain?"
Feng Jin felt it for a while and found that Huarong's technique was very good. Her strength was just right, but it would not hurt his strength. The technique is very professional. I should have learned it specially.
He shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
Huarong issued a sneer: "delicate." Laugh at him for shouting.
Women's fingers are warm and slender, totally different from men's, and they feel different when pressed on the body.
Feng brocade was rubbed by her a little bit.
His fingers touched his long white thigh, and his Adam's apple rolled.
Huarong's other hand hit him on the back of his hand: "take it away."
He clung to the delicate skin on the inner side of her thigh and refused to let go. He called her softly: "Rongrong..."
Rong Rong took a look at Feng Jin's messy hair rubbed by her, and couldn't help laughing: "I don't want to sleep with a man with the smell of safflower oil."
“……” Feng Jin said in a gloomy way, "I'll just say..." He is not reconciled, or can not help but get together to ask for a kiss.
Huarong looks down at Fengjin's face. The man's eyes are deeply attached to and obsessed with. The deep love seems to make her slightly shake her mind, until the man's soft lips stick to her lips.
The temperature was chilling.
Huarong couldn't help but fall back. Fengjin stood up and pressed her on the sofa and licked into her tiny open lips.His kiss was too familiar and gentle, and Huarong's body was too familiar with his breath. Before the reason began to resist, the body had already surrendered first.
Her snow-white cheek has been floating on the red, Fengjin know that she has been emotional, reached out to untie her bathrobe, and stripped her white body from the black bathrobe.
She was so white and slender. The black bathrobe made of velvet and satin poured down under her. The boundary between black and white was so clear. He breathed slightly, and his body exuded the aggressive smell of male hormones, and his body temperature was gradually rising.
The sofa was too narrow. He held out his hand and lifted her red fruit body from the bathrobe. The taste of the empty body made Huarong wake up for a moment. She struggled to get down, and soon fell on the soft bed by Fengjin.
Once touched the bed, the gentle and gentle man seemed to take off his camouflage, fiercely pushed her against the surface of the bed, lowered his head and wantonly went down along her clavicle
“…… Oh, Phoenix brocade... " She shuddered out, her fingers grabbed his soft short hair, "don't you..."
In bed, she has always been a thoroughly hedonistic.
Loyal to their own desires, so they will not refuse his courtship.
Feng Jin knew that her soft and soft calling of his name didn't mean anything, but his heart was still slightly constricted because of her nasal call. He couldn't help being more gentle to her. He wanted to exchange for her soft and pleasant voice. He bit her small white ears. He said in a hoarse voice: "call me again I make you happier, OK? "
She was too sensitive to stand a little teasing. The heat blowing in her ears could make her shiver. Huarong didn't want him to be proud for too long. She struggled to wake up from the abyss of love y, and looked at the man in front of her with his lips hooked and squint at him. He laughed softly: "the guy with the smell of safflower oil, do you want me to be happy? I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll think I've had a bottle of red Ah... " She snorted and called out a voice and bit on Feng Jin's shoulder.
Huarong dizzy, has been speechless, just hold him tightly, the whole person has become a pool of spring water.
……
All night, Feng Jin was happy with her. Her voice was almost hoarse and she was pressed on the bed by him.
A man in his prime has always been interested in this sport. What's more, only in bed can he get such a soft and obedient look.
"Any more?"
He kisses her on the lips and asks her in a low voice.
And her answer was direct, "more."
Huarong didn't know how she had gone to sleep. Before she fell asleep, Feng Jin's sexy panting voice was in her ear. He also asked him to call softly in her ear: "Rongrong, Rongrong, Rongrong..."
As the magic sound pierces the brain, but inevitably, the heart is also softened by his whispering
*
when I woke up the next day, there was a smell of safflower oil floating in the air.
Huarong opened her eyes, her waist was sour and her legs were soft. She supported her waist for a long time before she sat up from the bed.
The quilt slipped down, revealing her miserable upper body. I don't know what Fengjin did to her last night. There was a tooth print on her chest, and a whole circle was obviously left on her right chest.
He's a milk dog. Do you want to mark the territory?
After sitting for a while, she couldn't hold on and drew back lazily into the quilt.
"The Phoenix came in and let her voice out
Huarong looks at the bedroom door from the side of her head. Her throat is hoarse and she is too lazy to speak.
When Feng Jin opened the door, he saw Huarong on the bed with a pair of big black eyes looking at his direction. Seeing that she was awake, he couldn't help complaining: "you don't talk..."
Huarong was so tired that she said in a hoarse voice, "can I still speak now?"
Feng Jin came over and kneaded her shoulder tenderly, "I'll give you a massage."
Huarong got rid of his frivolity and said, "go away."
Feng Jin was fresh and refreshing, and didn't want to roll at all. She was very tight in the early morning: "Shengge, they have finished their breakfast. Go downstairs and have dinner with me."
"Are you a little fuckin 'baby and you want someone to eat with you?" Huarong speechless to spit blood, stretched out his hand to push away the sticky Phoenix brocade, but he grabbed it with one hand and bit at the fingertip.
Shit, is this guy really a milk dog?
Huarong can't help but scold him, but Fengjin's whole body is hugged by bear. She is pressed down by him, and her anger is almost crushed by him, and her words can't be said.
"Rong Rong, marry me again." He held her in his arms and proposed, "I will treat you well. In the future, I will give you everything you want, and I can also pick off the stars in the sky."
Don't you say that after a sleep, women blow the pillow side wind, men will be very good to talk? Why is Fengjin blowing pillow side wind at her now?
Huarong a face of indifference pushed away the Phoenix brocade on his body, put on his trousers and didn't recognize people, "roll.""We are so happy together," Feng Jin couldn't help but say, "you still have feelings for me, why don't you admit it?"
Huarong put on his pajamas, bared his teeth and stood up, "I just feel about your body."
"If you marry me, you can sleep with me, won't you?"
Huarong don't look too far, sneer at him, put out a hand and point his chest, "even if I don't marry you, I can sleep with you now."
Feng Jin understood: "you just want to abandon me, not responsible."
Huarong thought a little and nodded: "it's probably like this."
Feng Jin was so angry by her that she wanted to talk hard and would not sleep for you. However, she estimated that she would be ridiculed again by Huarong. She was so angry that she couldn't speak.
Huarong is a total winner. She glances at him triumphantly, and supports her waist to wash in the bathroom.
After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she looked in the mirror. She still felt that the kiss marks beside her ears were too swaggering, but the neckline could not be blocked. What's more, she left such a piece in other people's eyes, and she buttoned up the neckline completely, which was just full of desire to cover up.
Buckle up is not good, not buckle up is more swagger, Huarong gas had a look at the man clubbed at the door, took his foot on his leg to kick.
Feng Jin, who was kicked innocently:
"Don't leave a mark on me in the future!"
"How can I control that time?"
"Put a mask on me then!"
“……” I haven't heard of having sex and wearing a mask. He doesn't have any special hobby! "No
"Don't touch me after that!"
Huarong angrily went out of the bathroom, changed into a high collar home clothes, opened the door and walked out of the room.
Huarong lived here for a period of time. The housemaid almost regarded her as another hostess of the family. Seeing her coming down, she enthusiastically surrounded her into the restaurant.
After breakfast, the Xiao Sheng songs did not go out from the restaurant. They were fighting. When they saw the appearance of flowers coming in, they immediately pasted them up.
as like as two peas, Xiao Feng Sheng climbed the top of his lap and climbed to the knee of his flower. He sweetly stretched out his neck and put his face on the flower. He smelled his face and smelled it. "The smell of the little flower is exactly the same as that of his father."
Hua Rong thought, touched with the red flower oil smell of Phoenix brocade.
"But it smells better than dad." Xiaofeng song in the side of the old in the mouth.
Phoenix brocade is coming in, hear the words of Feng Song, the footstep is slightly a meal, "what is better than I smell?"
"The smell of floret!" Xiaofengsheng narrowed her eyes and said, "it's sweet and fragrant strawberry flavor!"
"You have a long white nose." Feng Jin pinched her small face, but he also felt that Huarong smelled very well, "come down quickly, Rong Rong wants to eat."
Xiaofengsheng hugged Huarong's neck and refused to give up, "don't you Why, what is this Xiaofengsheng found a kiss at the root of Huarong's ear, and exclaimed in surprise, "Daddy, Xiaohua has been bitten by an insect!"
Children's voice attracted the attention of all people in the restaurant, Rao is Huarong, no matter how thick, there is no way to show a body of ambiguous traces.
She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her neck. Xiaofengsheng was worried. Her big eyes were full of worry, "does it hurt, does it itch?"
Huarong took a look at the Phoenix brocade, "pain, itching."
"That big bug is so bad!" Xiaofeng Sheng puffed up her small face. "I want to ask dad to take insecticide!"
Huarong also nodded seriously: "should kill!"
Feng Jin: "it's just
Feng Jin's face is green.
The servants in the restaurant, having seen enough of the excitement, came up with a smile and took away the Feng Sheng and Feng Song.
Xiaofengsheng hugs Huarong's neck and asks for a farewell kiss.
She is so clingy that it's carved out of the same mold as Fengjin.
Huarong smiles and kisses Fengsheng's small face. Looking at the child happily picked up by the nanny, she is about to have a meal. She feels that her clothes have been pulled by someone.
She looked down and saw xiaofengge standing next to her. She raised her eyes eagerly and looked at her without saying a word.
Huarong tilted his head and picked up a snack: "do you want to eat it?"
Xiaofeng song shook her head.
Feng brocade in side cool way: "this kid also wants to kiss, but too sultry, don't know who like."
His words are full of vinegar.
Huarong gave him a look, then picked up xiaofengge's small face and perfumed his cheek. Xiaofengge's snow-white face immediately showed a blush. She gave a shy kiss to Huarong's face, then turned around and held out her hand for the nanny.
Nanny picked him up, xiaofengge buried her face in the baby sitter's arms, shyly refused to see the face of flowers.
Fengjin has never seen her son's shyness in this life. Her taste and drinking water are sour. Her face is cute. Her son is so cute!"It's much more lovely than when you were a child," Hua Rong said
Feng brocade hums a, "I love much more than him."
"When you were a kid, you kiss you and ignore people."
“…… It was you who forced me to kiss me. "
Huarong sneered: "sultry."
She ate a snack and then went to play with the children, ignoring him.
Fengjin went upstairs to deal with the e-mails sent by the headquarters of Liangcheng company these days. When he went downstairs, he saw that his two brothers and sisters were always pestering him. Now he totally despised him. He sat on the sofa alone for a while and felt the loneliness of being alone.
I don't know if the two children are familiar with each other or they are really attracted by blood. In a word, Huarong and their familiar thief are quick, and now they have become a piece of each other, and the little flowers keep calling.
In the courtyard came the sound of Sheng song and their laughter. Fengjin stayed in place for a while, but could not stay. He got up and went to the garden.
In the open swing, Huarong is playing on the swing with the Phoenix song in her arms. The Phoenix Sheng not far away has found a small spade in her hand. She squats on the grass and is digging continuously. The white and pure princess skirt is black and stained with soil.
Fengjin knows that Huarong is not reliable to take children with her, and she didn't expect to take it out for half an hour. One of the two children can take a bath.
He speechless went to pick up Fengsheng from the ground, shook the mud on the little guy, and asked with a black face, "what are you doing?"
Fengsheng innocently raised his hand and handed the earthworm to Fengjin to see: "Daddy, this is a small earthworm. It will move!"
"You She did not have time to be angry, stretched out her hand to touch Feng Jin's face, "are you ok?" "Rong Rong..." He opened his eyes pitifully. "I'm dizzy." "Hit your head?" Huarong was startled and reached for the back of Fengjin's head and a big bag. She was so angry that she couldn't beat him. She broke out of his arms and reached out to pull him up. There was still water in the bathtub. After Feng Jin stood up, half of her body was wet. Her clothes were wrinkled and her hair was like a chicken coop. She looked like a refugee. "You are always like this!" She was so angry that she scolded him as she helped him out of the bathtub, "childish, capricious and unreliable!" Feng Jin fell five fans three, the brain is all dizzy, let Huarong count, pitifully called her a "Rong Rong..." "Go ahead and change your clothes." Back in the bedroom, Huarong asked him to change his wet clothes. Fengjin dare not make a mistake, obediently went to change on the home clothes. When he changed his clothes, Huarong was already sitting on the sofa. "Rong Rong..." Feng Jin was tired of flattering, and gently called her name. Seeing that her face was normal, she did not give up her hand and said, "come back to Liangcheng with me." Huarong looked at the hand he had grasped and looked up at him: "is your head OK?" "Ah?" Feng Jin Leng for a moment, thought that Huarong scolded him, and then reacted to it. Huarong was asking about his injury. He touched the back of his head and shook his head Looking at his silly appearance, Huarong can't help thinking, is this guy a fool? She saw that he was a little angry. She took back the hand he held in his palm and directed Fengjin: "go and get a bottle of safflower oil." Feng Jin shook his head: "I'm really OK." Huarong didn't speak, just glared at him. Feng Jin didn't dare to make a sound again. He opened the door and went out. Looking at the back of the man, Huarong sighed. After a while, Feng brocade wrinkly took the red small bottle back, he handed the bottle to Huarong, whispered: "I'm really OK." Huarong looked at him with a look and felt that he didn't like it "It's a little bit strong." He also has idol baggage. When the time comes to make a smell, wearing a head of safflower oil smell of hair swagger across the market, that how humiliating? "Yes, if you go out now, others will have to shout at you that Feng San is not enough. You're going to make a lot of achievements and face saving." Huarong praised him a few words, then clapped the armrest of the sofa, "OK, squat down!" Fengjin is not happy, but forced by the power of Huarong, she has to squat down in front of Huarong. He looked up at Huarong's face on the sofa. In the past, he only felt that the face was dull, but now in his eyes, only charming and colorful. Whether it was the pink tear mole at the corner of her eye, or the pink thin red lip flap, and even her small nose tip, they all felt lovely and attractive. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so it is. When this man came into his eyes, no woman in the world could match her beauty. His eyes only followed her. Huarong ignored the sight of Fengjin and unscrewed the safflower oil. Some exciting smell immediately sent out, Fengjin sneezed, instantly any beautiful idea was scattered by reality. Huarong rubs her hands hot, and then uses her hands with safflower oil to knead the bag on the back of Fengjin's head. Feng Jin did not have psychological preparation, gently "hiss" a, Huarong squinted at him: "pain?" Feng Jin felt it for a while and found that Huarong's technique was very good. Her strength was just right, but it would not hurt his strength. The technique is very professional. I should have learned it specially. He shook his head. "It doesn't hurt." Huarong issued a sneer: "delicate." Laugh at him for shouting. Women's fingers are warm and slender, totally different from men's, and they feel different when pressed on the body. Feng brocade was rubbed by her a little bit. His fingers touched his long white thigh, and his Adam's apple rolled. Huarong's other hand hit him on the back of his hand: "take it away." He clung to the delicate skin on the inner side of her thigh and refused to let go. He called her softly: "Rongrong..." Rong Rong took a look at Feng Jin's messy hair rubbed by her, and couldn't help laughing: "I don't want to sleep with a man with the smell of safflower oil." Feng Jin said in a gloomy way, "I'll just say..." He is not reconciled, or can not help but get together to ask for a kiss. Huarong looks down at Fengjin's face. The man's eyes are deeply attached to and obsessed with. The deep love seems to make her slightly shake her mind, until the man's soft lips stick to her lips. The temperature was chilling. Huarong couldn't help but fall back. Fengjin stood up and pressed her on the sofa and licked into her tiny open lips.His kiss was too familiar and gentle, and Huarong's body was too familiar with his breath. Before the reason began to resist, the body had already surrendered first. Her snow-white cheek has been floating on the red, Fengjin know that she has been emotional, reached out to untie her bathrobe, and stripped her white body from the black bathrobe. She was so white and slender. The black bathrobe made of velvet and satin poured down under her. The boundary between black and white was so clear. He breathed slightly, and his body exuded the aggressive smell of male hormones, and his body temperature was gradually rising. The sofa was too narrow. He held out his hand and lifted her red fruit body from the bathrobe. The taste of the empty body made Huarong wake up for a moment. She struggled to get down, and soon fell on the soft bed by Fengjin. Once touched the bed, the gentle and gentle man seemed to take off his camouflage, fiercely pushed her against the surface of the bed, lowered his head and wantonly went down along her clavicle Oh, Phoenix brocade... " She shuddered out, her fingers grabbed his soft short hair, "don't you..." In bed, she has always been a thoroughly hedonistic. Loyal to their own desires, so they will not refuse his courtship. Feng Jin knew that her soft and soft calling of his name didn't mean anything, but his heart was still slightly constricted because of her nasal call. He couldn't help being more gentle to her. He wanted to exchange for her soft and pleasant voice. He bit her small white ears. He said in a hoarse voice: "call me again I make you happier, OK? " She was too sensitive to stand a little teasing. The heat blowing in her ears could make her shiver. Huarong didn't want him to be proud for too long. She struggled to wake up from the abyss of love y, and looked at the man in front of her with his lips hooked and squint at him. He laughed softly: "the guy with the smell of safflower oil, do you want me to be happy? I'm afraid I'll wake up tomorrow and I'll think I've had a bottle of red Ah... " She snorted and called out a voice and bit on Feng Jin's shoulder. Huarong dizzy, has been speechless, just hold him tightly, the whole person has become a pool of spring water. All night, Feng Jin was happy with her. Her voice was almost hoarse and she was pressed on the bed by him. A man in his prime has always been interested in this sport. What's more, only in bed can he get such a soft and obedient look. "Any more?" He kisses her on the lips and asks her in a low voice. And her answer was direct, "more." Huarong didn't know how she had gone to sleep. Before she fell asleep, Feng Jin's sexy panting voice was in her ear. He also asked him to call softly in her ear: "Rongrong, Rongrong, Rongrong..." As the magic sound pierces the brain, but inevitably, the heart is also softened by his whispering *when I woke up the next day, there was a smell of safflower oil floating in the air. Huarong opened her eyes, her waist was sour and her legs were soft. She supported her waist for a long time before she sat up from the bed. The quilt slipped down, revealing her miserable upper body. I don't know what Fengjin did to her last night. There was a tooth print on her chest, and a whole circle was obviously left on her right chest. He's a milk dog. Do you want to mark the territory? After sitting for a while, she couldn't hold on and drew back lazily into the quilt. "The Phoenix came in and let her voice out Huarong looks at the bedroom door from the side of her head. Her throat is hoarse and she is too lazy to speak. When Feng Jin opened the door, he saw Huarong on the bed with a pair of big black eyes looking at his direction. Seeing that she was awake, he couldn't help complaining: "you don't talk..." Huarong was so tired that she said in a hoarse voice, "can I still speak now?" Feng Jin came over and kneaded her shoulder tenderly, "I'll give you a massage." Huarong got rid of his frivolity and said, "go away." Feng Jin was fresh and refreshing, and didn't want to roll at all. She was very tight in the early morning: "Shengge, they have finished their breakfast. Go downstairs and have dinner with me." "Are you a little fuckin 'baby and you want someone to eat with you?" Huarong speechless to spit blood, stretched out his hand to push away the sticky Phoenix brocade, but he grabbed it with one hand and bit at the fingertip. Shit, is this guy really a milk dog? Huarong can't help but scold him, but Fengjin's whole body is hugged by bear. She is pressed down by him, and her anger is almost crushed by him, and her words can't be said. "Rong Rong, marry me again." He held her in his arms and proposed, "I will treat you well. In the future, I will give you everything you want, and I can also pick off the stars in the sky." Don't you say that after a sleep, women blow the pillow side wind, men will be very good to talk? Why is Fengjin blowing pillow side wind at her now? Huarong a face of indifference pushed away the Phoenix brocade on his body, put on his trousers and didn't recognize people, "roll.""We are so happy together," Feng Jin couldn't help but say, "you still have feelings for me, why don't you admit it?" Huarong put on his pajamas, bared his teeth and stood up, "I just feel about your body." "If you marry me, you can sleep with me, won't you?" Huarong don't look too far, sneer at him, put out a hand and point his chest, "even if I don't marry you, I can sleep with you now." Feng Jin understood: "you just want to abandon me, not responsible." Huarong thought a little and nodded: "it's probably like this." Feng Jin was so angry by her that she wanted to talk hard and would not sleep for you. However, she estimated that she would be ridiculed again by Huarong. She was so angry that she couldn't speak. Huarong is a total winner. She glances at him triumphantly, and supports her waist to wash in the bathroom. After brushing her teeth and washing her face, she looked in the mirror. She still felt that the kiss marks beside her ears were too swaggering, but the neckline could not be blocked. What's more, she left such a piece in other people's eyes, and she buttoned up the neckline completely, which was just full of desire to cover up. Buckle up is not good, not buckle up is more swagger, Huarong gas had a look at the man clubbed at the door, took his foot on his leg to kick. Feng Jin, who was kicked innocently: "Don't leave a mark on me in the future!" "How can I control that time?" "Put a mask on me then!" I haven't heard of having sex and wearing a mask. He doesn't have any special hobby! "No "Don't touch me after that!" Huarong angrily went out of the bathroom, changed into a high collar home clothes, opened the door and walked out of the room. Huarong lived here for a period of time. The housemaid almost regarded her as another hostess of the family. Seeing her coming down, she enthusiastically surrounded her into the restaurant. After breakfast, the Xiao Sheng songs did not go out from the restaurant. They were fighting. When they saw the appearance of flowers coming in, they immediately pasted them up. as like as two peas, Xiao Feng Sheng climbed the top of his lap and climbed to the knee of his flower. He sweetly stretched out his neck and put his face on the flower. He smelled his face and smelled it. "The smell of the little flower is exactly the same as that of his father." Hua Rong thought, touched with the red flower oil smell of Phoenix brocade. "But it smells better than dad." Xiaofeng song in the side of the old in the mouth. Phoenix brocade is coming in, hear the words of Feng Song, the footstep is slightly a meal, "what is better than I smell?" "The smell of floret!" Xiaofengsheng narrowed her eyes and said, "it's sweet and fragrant strawberry flavor!" "You have a long white nose." Feng Jin pinched her small face, but he also felt that Huarong smelled very well, "come down quickly, Rong Rong wants to eat." Xiaofengsheng hugged Huarong's neck and refused to give up, "don't you Why, what is this Xiaofengsheng found a kiss at the root of Huarong's ear, and exclaimed in surprise, "Daddy, Xiaohua has been bitten by an insect!" Children's voice attracted the attention of all people in the restaurant, Rao is Huarong, no matter how thick, there is no way to show a body of ambiguous traces. She subconsciously raised her hand to cover her neck. Xiaofengsheng was worried. Her big eyes were full of worry, "does it hurt, does it itch?" Huarong took a look at the Phoenix brocade, "pain, itching." "That big bug is so bad!" Xiaofeng Sheng puffed up her small face. "I want to ask dad to take insecticide!" Huarong also nodded seriously: "should kill!" Feng Jin: "it's just Feng Jin's face is green. The servants in the restaurant, having seen enough of the excitement, came up with a smile and took away the Feng Sheng and Feng Song. Xiaofengsheng hugs Huarong's neck and asks for a farewell kiss. She is so clingy that it's carved out of the same mold as Fengjin. Huarong smiles and kisses Fengsheng's small face. Looking at the child happily picked up by the nanny, she is about to have a meal. She feels that her clothes have been pulled by someone. She looked down and saw xiaofengge standing next to her. She raised her eyes eagerly and looked at her without saying a word. Huarong tilted his head and picked up a snack: "do you want to eat it?" Xiaofeng song shook her head. Feng brocade in side cool way: "this kid also wants to kiss, but too sultry, don't know who like." His words are full of vinegar. Huarong gave him a look, then picked up xiaofengge's small face and perfumed his cheek. Xiaofengge's snow-white face immediately showed a blush. She gave a shy kiss to Huarong's face, then turned around and held out her hand for the nanny. Nanny picked him up, xiaofengge buried her face in the baby sitter's arms, shyly refused to see the face of flowers. Fengjin has never seen her son's shyness in this life. Her taste and drinking water are sour. Her face is cute. Her son is so cute!"It's much more lovely than when you were a child," Hua Rong said Feng brocade hums a, "I love much more than him." "When you were a kid, you kiss you and ignore people." It was you who forced me to kiss me. " Huarong sneered: "sultry." She ate a snack and then went to play with the children, ignoring him. Fengjin went upstairs to deal with the e-mails sent by the headquarters of Liangcheng company these days. When he went downstairs, he saw that his two brothers and sisters were always pestering him. Now he totally despised him. He sat on the sofa alone for a while and felt the loneliness of being alone. I don't know if the two children are familiar with each other or they are really attracted by blood. In a word, Huarong and their familiar thief are quick, and now they have become a piece of each other, and the little flowers keep calling. In the courtyard came the sound of Sheng song and their laughter. Fengjin stayed in place for a while, but could not stay. He got up and went to the garden. In the open swing, Huarong is playing on the swing with the Phoenix song in her arms. The Phoenix Sheng not far away has found a small spade in her hand. She squats on the grass and is digging continuously. The white and pure princess skirt is black and stained with soil. Fengjin knows that Huarong is not reliable to take children with her, and she didn't expect to take it out for half an hour. One of the two children can take a bath. He speechless went to pick up Fengsheng from the ground, shook the mud on the little guy, and asked with a black face, "what are you doing?" Fengsheng innocently raised his hand and handed the earthworm to Fengjin to see: "Daddy, this is a small earthworm. It will move!"
