Dark sugar is hard to prevent

Chapter 190 Fu Shi Yuxun Tang

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Tang Xi'en lowered his eyes and said softly, "If you want to kiss you, just kiss. When did you ask me..."

Without saying a word, the light in front of her suddenly dimmed. The man stood in front of her, took her hands, lowered his head slightly, and kissed her soft lips.

She shook his arm and smiled: "You? You are so anxious that you can't help it for so long?"

"It's not eighteen...it's twenty."

"..."

"I've endured it all day today. In the past, I could see you as soon as I got off work. What time is it now?" As he spoke, Fu Shiyu raised his hand and looked at his watch, his tone quite dissatisfied, "Everything It's past ten o'clock!"

"...I just happened to have an appointment tonight," Tang Xi'en assured in a low voice, "I will get off work normally from now on."

Not to mention that it's okay to have an appointment at night, but when he said it, Fu Shiyu became a little bit apprehensive: "Don't take Zhang Sinian's car again, I was seen by someone, I don't know what I think you two are related to."

Tang Xi'en hugged his arm meekly, knowing that he had another childish illness, but still willing to accommodate him: "I know! I will drive myself tomorrow, and I won't sit in anyone's car, except...yours."

After speaking, she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

Being accommodated, flattered, and rubbed, Fu Naozhigui's possessive desire was satisfied, and he felt that Bel had face, with a happy face, he put his arms around Tang Xi'en's shoulders, and said with emotion: "I really want to make our relationship public right away, Let the entire Fu family know."

Tang Xien snickered: "Know what?"

She was waiting for Fu Shiyu to answer, "I know I have such a beautiful and smart girlfriend", but Fu Naive raised his hand to brush his hair, and said narcissistically, "I know you have such a beautiful and intelligent girlfriend." Handsome, tall, long-legged, talented and rich boyfriend!"

"..."
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After entering the house, Tang Xi'en kicked off the T-shaped stiletto heels on his feet, put the bag on the entrance cabinet, and fell straight on the sofa in the posture of an airplane landing.

Fu Shiyu took off his shoes, went to the bar to wash his hands, and brought over a bottle of cola-colored wine and an aluminum bottle.

Tang Xien glanced at it and asked, "What is that?"

"Cocoa liqueur and cream for an Angel Kiss cocktail."

"It's late, do you want to drink?"

Fu Shiyu gritted his teeth, shook the aluminum bottle in his hand a few times, pressed his thumb against the head of the aluminum bottle, and squeezed the soft cream into his palm.

When Tang Xien saw it, he became interested, sat up, and said in surprise: "Can you still play like this?"

"Well," Fu Shiyu wiped off the cream on his palm with a paper towel, "Go take a shower, wash it up in a while, let's make cocktails."

"Okay." Tang Xi'en was so happy that he immediately jumped off the sofa. Just as he took a step, he suddenly said "Ouch" and sat back on the sofa.

Fu Shiyu quickly put down the bottle in his hand, walked over, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Tang Xi'en rubbed his feet: "It may be because I haven't worn high heels for a long time. I just stood up, and the nerves on the soles of my feet are a little tingling."

Fu Shiyu sat down, raised her legs, placed them on his own, and lowered his head to examine the soles of her feet carefully.

"The lower part of the toe is a bit red," he pressed lightly with his thumb, "does it hurt?"

Tang Xien pulled his eyebrows and gasped: "It hurts, hurts!"

"The shoes you are wearing today are elevated, and the focus of your whole body is on this area, can it not hurt? Don't wear high heels tomorrow. You said you are not so short, why do you have to wear such high ones? Shoes?" His mouth was admonishing her, but his hands were gently pressing her injured parts.

Tang Xi'en muttered softly: "But to wear a suit, you have to wear high heels to look good... It looks tall and thin..."

"..." Fu Shiyu was speechless, he pinched her a few more times, got up and went inside.

Tang Xi'en shouted, "Where are you going?"

"Sit still!"

When he said this, Tang Xi'en didn't dare to move anymore, he picked up the remote control at hand, and turned on the TV to watch.

The TV station was rebroadcasting the Francophone Variety Show. Tang Xien adjusted a comfortable posture, with his long legs resting on the sofa, lying on his side with his chin resting on his hands. After watching it for a while, he began to giggle.

After a while, I saw Fu Shiyu, who took off his suit jacket and was only wearing a white shirt and black trousers, entered the guest bathroom, and came out with a bucket, which was smoking.

Tang Xi'en sat up: "Is that my previous foot-washing bucket?"

"Yes, soak your feet." Fu Shiyu sat beside her, put down the bucket, and gently put his feet hanging under the sofa into the hot water.

The hot water scalded Tang Xi'en's little face into a ball, inhaling and exhaling frequently: "Oh, it's hot, I want to get up!"

But Fu Shiyu pressed her knee, she couldn't move, she pushed him a few times, seeing that he didn't move, she had to give up struggling.

Exhale...inhale...and repeat this several times before the feet gradually adapt to the water temperature.

"It seems to be more comfortable?" She lifted her feet, and her white feet swung in the water a few times, the water almost splashed out and wet the white and tender carpet on the ground.

Fu Shiyu pinched her thigh angrily: "It's dirty, let's see how you wash it."

The more he said that, the more she wanted to torment him, kicking her feet mischievously on purpose.He quickly went to hold her feet soaked in the water, and squeezed her feet lightly a few times: "Is it itchy?"

She gasped again and again, raised her eyebrows, and said with enjoyment, "It's there! Yes! It's heavier!"

"You really enjoy it!"

He laughed, submerged his hands in the water, helped her knead the two soles of her feet, and said while kneading, "The muscle on the sole of your foot is really hard, and the bone next to the thumb seems to protrude a bit."

Tang Xi'en didn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on the TV, pretending to be stupid.

Fu Shiyu rubbed her feet for a while, and asked, "The high heels you are wearing today are 10 cm long?"

"Uh-huh."

Hearing her quick answer, he guessed that the shoe was more than 10 centimeters, and the strength in his hand increased a little, and she suddenly screamed in pain.

"Don't you know that wearing high heels for a long time can also affect the spine? People with bad cervical spine dare to abuse the spine?"

"Hey! I know!"

Afraid that he would keep reading, she simply turned around and put her arms around his neck, closed her eyes, pouted her mouth, and leaned towards him: "Kiss me once, and my feet won't hurt anymore."

He couldn't laugh or cry, and pecked her lips symbolically.
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Tang Xi'en took a shower and lay his body on the bed, not wanting to move.

There was a sound of dripping water in the bathroom, and Fu Shiyu was still taking a shower.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep, sorting out the information she received throughout the day in her mind, and planning what she would do tomorrow.

There is only one dim floor lamp on in the room, which is very warm, beautiful and relaxing.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water in the bathroom disappeared, and the whirring of the hair dryer sounded.

Tang Xi'en still maintained the lying corpse position.

Soon, she heard the bathroom door open and close, and then the door to the room.

Fu Shiyu went out to drink milk again, she thought.

It was only after she formally lived with Fu Shiyu that she noticed that he had two bottles of fresh milk every morning and evening, rain or shine, and thunder would not delay him.

Just as she was thinking wildly, the door opened, and there was a sound of cotton mopping against the wooden floor, and she felt the position beside her sink.

She still closed her eyes, but bent her lips and smiled: "Are you going out to drink milk again?"

The man said in a deep voice, "Well, do you want to drink?"

She quietly opened her eyes, stroked his delicate cheek with one hand, and smiled: "Are you a baby? Drink milk twice a day?"

　Today is three more; the next chapter will have a sweet daily routine (ω)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)