Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 536 Fu Sicheng: You're Complimenting Me
After boarding the plane, Song Rao lay down in the lounge not long after lunch. Fu Sicheng knew that she had feelings for that camp. After living in the camp for three years, she left as soon as she said it. It was inevitable that she would be depressed, so she didn't bother her. , give her time to relax.

When he woke up, he was already on the land, and Fu Sicheng was still busy with business at the desk. Song Rao lay on his side and looked at his busy back, his eyes soon became colorful again.

After getting out of bed, Song Rao walked lightly into the bathroom.

After washing his face and just drying off the drops of water on his face, the bathroom door was opened at this moment, and Fu Sicheng walked in.

Pulling the door behind his back, he stepped forward and hugged him, an ambiguous atmosphere spread between the two of them, Fu Sicheng lowered his head and kissed him.

Song Rao put her arms around his neck and kissed him back tenderly.

I thought it was just a kiss, but Song Rao soon knew what he wanted to do from the sound of his breathing getting heavier and heavier.

The man's hot breath wrapped her around her, and the air was scorching hot. The man used both hands and mouth, and Song Rao, who was dizzy, grabbed the man's wanton big hand under the clothes: "...Si Cheng."

Fu Sicheng carried her onto the sink with one hand, and squeezed her waist between her legs. Song Rao's gentle stop was nothing.

Except for the necessary occasions where she needs to wear a dress, Song Rao has not worn a skirt in the past three years, no matter how long or short it is, because she is going home with him today. When she was in Thailand, Song Rao specially changed into a skirt, and the little guy had never seen it before. She looks like she is wearing a skirt, so I want to let the children see it when I get home.

It turned out that it was convenient for Fu Sicheng.

The man lifted up the hem of the skirt with his big hands, and Song Rao raised her white and tender neck, gently pushing the messy man on his neck, panting messily.

After it didn't work, he finally pushed the person away with some effort: "I don't have enough time, wait until I get home, how about tonight?"

Fu Sicheng raised his head, kissed and bit Song Rao's nose and lips one by one, his hands kept moving.

"One more hour," he said.

"Are you sure you are enough?" Song Rao knew how hard it is to satisfy this man, let alone three years of absence, I'm afraid he might not know the seriousness.

Song Rao's questioning made Fu Sicheng laugh, and he liked how she understood him. "First time, replenish me at night."

Song Rao was hot all over, sweating on her cheeks and neck.

"Si Cheng." Song Rao nudged the man who kept taking a step forward again: "...I haven't seen Junjun for half a month. I want to go home and play with my children and have dinner with Junjun."

"Yeah." The man replied perfunctorily, without stopping his movements, obviously not paying attention to her words.

Song Rao was a little anxious, and didn't care about the shame: "But if you want to continue, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk for a while."

Fu Sicheng finally stopped, looked up at her, and laughed dumbfoundedly: "I thought you were complimenting me."

"Yes, I'm complimenting you." Song Rao took advantage of the opportunity to compliment him, and continued to discuss with him: "Wait until you get home?"

But the man who has been hungry for three years is not easy to coax: "Not good."

"But I don't want to be on the plane, it's too high."

Although she is not afraid of heights, Song Rao's heart hangs like an airplane when she thinks that this is above [-] meters.

"Also, if you go back later, Junjun will be worried if he sees that something is wrong with me. And..."

"What else?" Fu Sicheng didn't know when it started again, kissing Song Rao's lips one after another.

Song Rao gritted her teeth: "...you can't have fun either."

Fu Sicheng stopped, and raised his face to look at her again. Seeing Fu Sicheng's half-smile look, Song Rao avoided shame, his face flushed.

"It's too late for you to say that. I can agree, but it can't." Fu Sicheng grabbed her hand, put it three inches below her belly, and held it down.

Song Rao flinched.

"I've been looking at you every day for half a month, but I can only kiss and hug you. I'm going crazy."

"If you don't want to, you have to find a way to help me soothe it." Feeling her soft and boneless hand, Fu Sicheng's eyes became darker, and he rubbed the back of her hand with his fingertips.

(End of this chapter)