When Fusheng saw that there was indeed a bed in the room, he said, "Director Zhang, how could he arrange it like this? I'll go and book another room!" After saying that, Fusheng turned to go out.
"Fusheng! I don't allow you to go! You...if you go and don't come back, where will I find you? I know that Director Zhang always wants to drag you to do bad things! I won't ask you to go! I'm here today.
Looking at you, there is only one room!" Song Weiwei blushed slightly, lowered her head and said softly.
"Weiwei! I, I know you are doing it for my own good! But with this bed, how can we rest! Besides, you also know that I have a girlfriend, so I can't give you a responsibility! It's not good for us to sleep in
Together! You said...!" Fu Sheng said in a very embarrassed tone.
"Who said I want to sleep with you!? You sleep in yours and I'll sleep in mine! You're just not allowed to go out! Okay! You go take a bath! I'll give you a massage later. It's better than going to that bathing center.
It’s more, you don’t need to pay! Hehe!” After Song Weiwei finished speaking, she smiled and pushed Fusheng to the bathroom next to her.
"Haha! What should you do? Stand here all night! Otherwise...or I'll still...!" Fusheng still wanted to go out, but before he could finish speaking, Song Weiwei pushed him into the bathroom.
Fusheng had no choice but to take a shower and walk out of the bathroom in his pajamas. Suddenly he saw Song Weiwei had also put on her pajamas and was sitting on the big bed.
"Ahem! Weiwei! How about I sleep on the floor!" Fusheng said very embarrassed.
"Tch! You're so embarrassed! Don't forget that I took off your clothes before. Come here! I gave you a massage and didn't ask you to enjoy a bath and massage with Director Zhang. I'll make up for it here!" Song Weiwei said
It looks very generous.
"This is not good! I...!" Fusheng didn't know what to say.
"Oh! Just come here!" Song Weiwei got off the bed and pulled Fusheng to the bed. She asked Fusheng to climb on the bed, and then she started massaging Fusheng!
Ten minutes passed. Director Zhang looked at his watch downstairs and looked up upstairs. Hehehe smiled. It seemed that Secretary Song Weiwei and Song Fusheng were really related. Otherwise, Fusheng should have come down. Forget it.
, since the two of them live in the same room, there is no need for Fu Sheng to have any fun. Let the two of them enjoy themselves! Hahaha! Zhang Jianjun turned around and went back to his room.
Fusheng and Song Weiwei were sleeping on either side of the bed, but they were staring at each other, one at me and the other at you, and neither of them could fall asleep. There was a quilt between them, and they both wanted to get under the quilt, but no one could.
I was too embarrassed to go in.
"Fusheng! You...don't you...don't have any ideas?" Song Weiwei suddenly blushed and stammered.
"I...ahem! I'm going to turn off the lights!"
Fusheng got up and went over to turn off the light, then quietly returned to the bed. Lying on the bed, he gently pulled up the quilt and tentatively got half of his body inside. Suddenly, he felt a wave of heat, which scared him so much that he wanted to get out.
, but a hand had already grabbed his arm. His heart was beating wildly.
Suddenly, Fusheng felt a burst of heat in the darkness, and Song Weiwei was already pressing on him. A small mouth was printed on his mouth. Fusheng could no longer control it, so he turned over and pressed Song Weiwei under him.
"Uh!...Oh!" After a while, there were waves of moans.