1320. Chapter 1320 The man who loves acting like a baby 1
Ziyang's ears suddenly turned red.
Never wanted to say a word again.
Fu Hong was lying naked on the bed. He always had the habit of sleeping naked. At this moment, a large area of his chest was covered with a thin layer of mist by the hot breath she breathed out.
His eyes were closed tightly.
Really, I can't sleep a little bit.
He followed his inner desire, slowly leaned down, and at the same time gently lifted the person in his arms up. At this moment, seeing that her face was hotter than his slightly burning body, he couldn't help but smile knowingly, and gently pressed his lips against hers.
Looking at her smooth forehead, big watery eyes, and straight little nose, they were just about to touch the long-awaited little mouth.
"call…………"
Suddenly, the person in his arms slipped, leaving him with the back of his head.
Fu Hong smiled bitterly, hugged her tightly from behind, buried his head in her neck, and licked her greedily. Ziyang struggled twice, "Itchy..."
"Yangyang." Fu Hong turned away from his previous gentleness and suddenly bit her back carefully with his teeth, "I really want to swallow you and leave."
Ziyang jumped off the bed with a whoosh, grabbing her hair in a panic: "I'm going to pee, you just have to rest."
When she entered the bathroom, she slammed the door shut.
Huhu...
It's really, really dangerous.
That man, doesn't he know how tempting his body is? He just wants to tease her and challenge her endurance.
Ziyang swallowed and did not dare to walk out of the bathroom.
Fu Hong smiled faintly, pulled the pillow she had just slept on, stuffed it into his arms and held it. She was indeed very weak due to fever, and she fell asleep quickly.
"Mother Wang, how long does it take to simmer this?"
Ziyang stood in the kitchen and cooked the soup herself. She cooked it for two hours. She took a taste and found that it didn't taste good enough.
"Young lady, this needs to be simmered slowly. It will take at least two hours before the flavor comes out."
Ziyang pouted: "How long does it take? Okay, you can go and do your work. I will personally supervise it here."
She was holding a script in her hand, which was given to her by Qin's assignee.
Upon seeing this, Mrs. Wang left the kitchen very knowingly, but she just left the kitchen, but she still stood cautiously at the door.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young mistress does not know how to cook.
But she had to make soup for the young master herself. As servants, they had to have sharp eyes.
Another two hours passed.
Ziyang took a small spoon, poured a small bowl of it, and took a few bites. Sure enough, it was very delicious and rich.
Suddenly, there was a warm heat source behind him. Fu Hong put his arms around her waist and put half of his strength on her body. His voice was soft and shallow, but it had a coquettish flavor.
"Honey, what delicious food are you cooking to comfort me?"
Ziyang tilted her head slightly: "Are you awake? I gave you pork rib soup. It's almost ready."
There is a fresh smell of shower gel and shampoo in my nose, and a light orchid fragrance, which smells very good.
Putting down the little spoon in her hand, Zi Yang tried her best to turn around and put her little hand on his forehead.
"You don't seem to have a fever anymore? Oops, why are you wearing so little?"
At this moment, Fu Hong was wearing a pair of loose white pajamas. He was as clean as a big boy. He had restrained his reserved and calm aura at work, hugging her waist, with a beautiful smile on his face.
"I've sweated and taken a shower, and it's almost better. This is all due to my wife."