MAKE ME WET AND LOVE ME MORE

"Song September, you can do it, can't you? Being bullied like that without saying a word, you look down on benshao and don't believe that I can vent my anger for you, do you? "

Fu Gai angrily kicked the car and looked at someone with tears in his eyes. He couldn't scatter all his anger on her.

She is now pitiful like a no one to the dog, wronged it to hold their own, non-stop tears.

"Don't cry. It's hopeless to just cry."

Fu Yan disliked to say a, curl to curl a mouth, just don't still quite stubborn, now pour is know to cry.

Song Jiuyue no longer speaks, but with a cry, she turns to look out of the window. In her ear is Fu Yan's roar, and her face is burning with pain. What did she do wrong

"Drive

Fu Yan growled in a low voice. His teeth were creaking. He couldn't understand how anyone else in the world could live such a miserable life.

Mo Yi tries his best to ignore the situation of the two people behind him and drives the car with his lips. He can't stand the scene just now, let alone the boss.

Song September has been looking out of the window, twisting his head like an angry child.

When he got to the place, Fu Jiao picked up the man and went upstairs directly. Xiao Hei was still at his feet, but as soon as he followed him to the door, he was shut out of the door with a bang. He raised his front paw, knocked on the door, and then pressed the handle. He couldn't open it. It seemed that it was locked.

Xiao Hei turns to go downstairs depressed.

In the room, Fu Jin throws song September directly on the wall. Seeing the other party's cowardly face, she gets angry and raises her hand to pull off her tie.

"Song September, how can you be so unpromising, when my woman can walk horizontally in Los Angeles, you are good, any dog and cat can ride on your head."

Fu Yan kicked away the chair and felt that her head was going to explode, but the dead woman was huddled in bed. Could he eat her.

Song Jiuyue was very afraid. He just felt that Fu Yan, who was angry, was just like a lion. He swept the battlefield majestically. The chair that he had kicked out, fell to pieces on the wall. Maybe that was her end.

She was even more frightened at the thought.

After a while, Fu Jin finally stopped, but the house was already in a mess, and everything that could be broken had been broken, including the old wall clock on the wall, and only a sofa with French windows facing out of the window.

And Fu Jin, sitting on the sofa smoking, smoke, particularly lonely.

When he finished smoking one, he got up and looked at the person who had been sleeping in bed. He was angry and funny. He just didn't speak. He was afraid that he couldn't control his temper and hurt her.

She is fragile like a doll, timid, and sometimes he is afraid that if he just raises his tone, she will be scared to cry.

How did a woman like her live to such a big age.

Fu Jin sighed, went to the bathroom to put hot water, picked up the person and put it in.

Song September finally woke up at this time, but he didn't dare to look up, drooped his eyelids, and let the other party's hand wipe bath gel on his body.

Fu Jin looked at each other's small white face, and held it for a while. He felt good and was in a good mood.

After taking a bath, he picked up the other party, pulled the bath towel and surrounded the people. When he got out of the bathroom, the room had been restored to its original state. Mo Yi always got his heart.

Song September was put on the bed, immediately climbed to the other side of the bed, far away from Fu Jin.

Fu Jiao picks eyebrows, turns around to the bathroom, and cleans the woman, but he hasn't done it himself.

Song Jiuyue lies on the bed and hears the clatter of water in the bathroom, but she is worried about brother Yibai in the hospital. Tomorrow, tomorrow she will pick him up.

But who will take care of her? She has to go to work during the day, and Fu Jin will let her come to his villa at night. Song September is a little discouraged when he thinks of this.

The door of the bathroom rang gently. Before she could react, she felt that she was covered with a pair of body, and then there were all kinds of hot kisses.

Song September looked at the ceiling, some can't understand why Fu Yan is so keen on this kind of thing. But if he wants it, she has to give it. She never has the right to say no.

After everything is over, Fu Jin holds song Jiuyue with some satisfaction and rubs her. He still likes the way she is obedient in bed.

"Fu Jin..."

"Well?"

Fu Jin opened his eyes and saw song Jiuyue staring at him with a tangled face. He hooked the corner of his mouth and put the man in his arms, sighing two points.

"Honey, what's the matter?"

Song September turned over and did not dare to make such a request face to face.

"I Can I not come over later in the evening? "

The air is quiet, silent, even a little chilly.

"Reason."

Fu Jin embraces a person from behind, smelling the taste on her body, the whole person is particularly comfortable."I I have my own business... "

Song Jiuyue's voice is low, but Fu Yan still heard it. He found that from the beginning, he took a tough attitude to pull song Jiuyue into his life. He never asked her whether she would like to. In other people's eyes, it's a great honor to be seen by him, and he thinks so.

In Los Angeles, it is estimated that song Jiuyue is the only one who dares to talk to Fu Yan like this. Indeed, how many women want to have a relationship with him.

"Good."

Fu Yan's fingertips are wrapped around each other's hair, and the corners of his mouth are hooked. He has to make this woman stronger step by step.

"Honey, you have to express what you like and dislike in the future. If you don't say it, no one will know. Just like just now, if you don't like me here, just tell me. Do you understand, eh?"

Song Jiuyue didn't expect that he would agree. This rich young master has always been used to his own way.

In her heart, her fear of Fu Jin was reduced, and she put down a matter in her heart. The sleeping bug quickly climbed into her eyes and soon fell asleep.

Fu Jin hugged her tightly, and her mouth curved. She didn't like to come here, so she took the initiative to find her. She was happy.

……

When song September got up, Fu Jin was no longer there. Only Xiao Hei occupied the other half of the bed. Her black fur was shining. Reflecting the moonlight outside, she found that Xiao Hei was not pure black skin. If you look closely, there were faint spots on her bright hair.

"Good morning, Xiao hei..."

Song September reaches out his hand and touches his head. Thinking of this guy's intention to frighten himself at the beginning, he feels that he is as bad as his master.

Xiao Hei lightly rubbed her hand. She said hello and continued to lie gracefully.

Song Jiuyue finished washing and came out of the bathroom. Xiao Hei on the bed jumped up, stood up and opened the door. Her sky blue eyes looked at her faintly.

Song September feels that he has been struck by thunder. Will it open the door? Even if you can open the door, you should let her go first. This guy must have become a Jing