Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 227 Fu Sicheng: Is this a reward?
Song Rao looked at Fu Sicheng who was serving her soup, and asked without thinking: "Well, what then?"

After asking, she regretted it.

Fu Sicheng raised his eyes to look at her, but smiled without saying a word, everything seemed to be in silence, his extremely ambiguous eyes with aftertaste and satisfaction seemed to be recalling some unspeakable scenes at that time.Song Rao's face burned instantly.I'm really careless, will Si Cheng feel that she is asking questions knowingly?

Song Rao buried her head down, so embarrassed that she wanted to run away, but when she heard Fu Sicheng asked her to eat, she just ate in silence, without responding, during which time Fu Sicheng talked to her, and she also responded humbly .

After eating, Fu Sicheng packed the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen.

Song Rao was cleaning the table outside. She didn't dare to go near the kitchen yet, so she waited for Fu Sicheng in the living room, but he didn't come out after waiting for half an hour, but the sound of the water didn't stop.

There are not many bowls, so why do they take so long to wash?

Song Rao walked to the door of the kitchen, looked inside, and saw Fu Sicheng standing in front of the sink, frowning slightly, looking at the grease stains on his hands with spread hands, there were still those bowls in the sink.

"Si Cheng." Song Rao called him.

Fu Sicheng put his hands down without changing his expression, turned to Song Rao and said, "Wait for me a little longer, I'll be fine soon."

Song Rao didn't expose him, and pointed to a bottle of green dishwashing liquid next to him: "I put that dishwashing liquid, remember to rinse it twice, otherwise the bubbles won't be clean."

Fu Sicheng looked at the bottle of dishwashing liquid, with a helpless smile that had been defeated by his IQ: "Okay, I got it."

"Don't use too much force on your left hand, the injury hasn't fully healed yet."

"Do not worry."

Fu Sicheng reached out to take it, turned his head and looked at the door, and saw that Song Rao had already left, so he squeezed out some.

Finally, when he finished washing, he turned around, only to see Song Rao standing at the door again at some point, holding the door frame to look at him, and smiling at him.Fu Sicheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and walked towards Song Rao: "It's finished."

As soon as he approached, Song Rao hugged his waist.

Fu Sicheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and hugged her back: "Is this a reward?"

Song Rao raised her small face, put her chin on Fu Sicheng's chest and looked at him from bottom to top: "Si Cheng, you don't need to embarrass yourself by doing this at all."

Song Rao felt uncomfortable, and couldn't see Fu Sicheng, a man who was pampered and respected, doing these things for her.He had already made her feel guilty for moving out of a big house full of bodyguards and servants to live here with her.

"I feel like you're following me through hardships, so I'll do the laundry next time, as long as you keep busy with your work."

Fu Sicheng put his hands under her armpits, picked her up, and carried her to the living room like she was scared by cockroaches before dinner.

Song Rao put her arms around his neck, and the legs hanging on his waist were a bit at a loss. This posture was really ambiguous, especially when Fu Sicheng hugged her a little high. Song Rao looked down and saw her chest facing Fu Si. Cheng's face wobbled as Fu Sicheng walked, feeling like he was going to rub his lips anytime.

Song Rao blushed, let go of his neck, turned her hands around his shoulders, pulled a little distance away, and secretly bent her straight back to make herself a little lower.

Seeing that Fu Sicheng didn't seem to notice her little movements, Song Rao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said inwardly: It's better to have small breasts.Every time the two of them hugged, it was obviously just a simple hug, but because of them, they became a bit ambiguous.

"No one will wash it in the future. Those oily stains hurt your hands too much, and the weather is cold now. I'll send someone to send a dishwasher."

Fu Sicheng said.

Song Rao thought about it for a while: "That's right, a dishwasher is enough, so why are we arguing about it?"

Fu Sicheng looked at her and smiled.

(End of this chapter)