Mr.Ji, welcome!

"Little drunkard." Ji Fucheng's face was full of spoiled smiles. He withdrew his hand and drove away.

When she got home, Ji Fucheng was worried about getting cold. He took off his coat and put it on each other's body, holding her carefully.

The little girl's slender waist was not full. Ji Fucheng thought to himself, what method should be used to fatten his wife.

As soon as she got to the bedroom, she woke up. She shook her little feet. "It's so hot. You put me down. I want to take a bath ~"

Jifu city was a little worried, "can you do it?"

She smiled and nodded, "of course!"

As a result, just a few minutes after entering the bathroom, he pitifully leaned out his head, looked at Jifu city and said, "Mr. Ji, there is a woman in the bathroom. Do you not love me and hide a woman!"

Ji Fucheng frowned and walked quickly towards the bathroom. As a result, he saw the little drunkard pointing to the mirror wrongly, "you, look, she just hurt me!"

The little drunkard can complain.

Ji Fucheng could hardly cry or laugh. "Madam, you're really drunk. It's just a mirror."

She tilted her head, thought hard for a long time, and some embarrassed scratched her little cheek, "I, I want to take a bath, you, you go out."

Ji Fucheng came to the door and didn't dare to leave, for fear that the little drunkard accidentally slept in it.

As a result, he opened the bathroom door with a wronged face before he came out for a minute. "Mr. Ji, help!"

I saw that half of my clothes had been taken off, and Huan frowned bitterly, "this, this clothes pick me up!"

Ji Fucheng could hardly laugh or cry. He shook his head and untied her clothes. "Madam, let me take a bath for you."

Otherwise, when the little drunkard takes a bath, I'm afraid he'll get a cold.

His face turned red, and he didn't know whether it was caused by the strength of wine or shyness. He slightly lowered his head, stretched out his small hand and grabbed the clothes around Jifu city. "Mr. Ji, I'm a little dizzy. You, you can't bully me."

The drunken and coquettish little girl in front of him was so cute that Ji Fucheng couldn't help kissing her little head until the other party was dizzy and soft lying in his arms. Ji Fucheng released the kiss.

"Madam, I can't guarantee that. You overestimate my endurance."

The voice of Jifu city was a little hoarse. He turned to turn on the shower nozzle. The fog lingered in the bathroom and wet their clothes.

After helping the little drunkard take a bath, Ji Fucheng wrapped her in a towel, carried her to the bed, put her on her lap and blew her hair.

When everything was over, Jifu city looked down and the girl lying between her legs had already fallen asleep.

Ji Fucheng shook his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth were full of spoiled smiles.

The man leaned over and kissed her gently on the forehead. "Good night, my wife."

The next day, Xiaohuan opened his eyes vaguely and found that he was greedily hugging Jifu's strong waist and abdomen, and his two hands touched his angular abdominal muscles restlessly.

Ji Fucheng seemed troubled. His dark eyes were as deep as a vortex. "Madam, if you don't stop, none of us will want to go out this morning."

She was embarrassed at once. She quickly retracted her hand and met each other's hot eyes. She frowned slightly and slapped her small face with a bit of uncomfortable strength, "my head hurts."

Ji Fucheng stretched out his hand to press her temple. "Madam, I've seen it. Next time I'm not here, I can't drink."

Fu Qinghuan pretended to disagree and propped his neck, "aren't you here? Besides, who knows I drank Baijiu last night.