President Fu's new wife

Chapter 165 Waiting for Me to Hug You (2)
Xiao Xing couldn't help but opened his eyes again, and turned to look at him with a strange expression on his face.

She knew that he would find out, he would find out.

He sneered and said mockingly, "I don't believe you can fall asleep within 5 minutes."

"What if I really fell asleep?" She blinked and asked cautiously.

The air in the bedroom was full of ambiguity, and there was an impulse hidden in the peaceful atmosphere.

And men are always wild: "You think I'll give you that chance?"

As soon as he talked about the big palm, she would attack her. She thought he was talking about giving her 5 minutes to try to sleep, but it turned out that what he said was like this...

Of course I can't sleep like this: "Fu Zhi, you..."

"Call my husband!"

"you……"

"Or baby!"

The man was shameless, and his cello-like voice made the woman's face blush: "I can't scream!"

She pouted, then looked away.

Qing Ling's eyes are full of stubbornness and persistence, she only calls Xiao Xiao Xing and Xiao Xiao Zhi Bao.

"Can't cry out? Then I'll help you!" Turning over.

She couldn't help laughing after being touched: "Okay, okay, stop making trouble, can I call you?"

He became a little gentle after hearing those words: "Good boy!"

Kissing her gentle forehead lightly, she choked up several times in embarrassment, but it was always difficult to get the words out of her mouth.

But in the end, he still called out in a low voice: "Husband!"

In fact, it would be nice to be called Fu Zhi, she thought to herself, calling her Husband or Fu Zhi is her husband.

Some relationships don't change with a title, like their relationship.

"I can't feel any sincerity!" Mr. Fu said with a smile, every word was very clear, a little helpless but not angry.

She also laughed, and Rou Ning grabbed his hand: "Then what do I call you to be sincere? Mr. Fu?"

Seeing the naughtiness in her eyes, he couldn't help lowering his head and biting her savage mouth.

"Hmm!" She murmured in pain.

He was not satisfied, and deepened the punishment little by little.

She lay beside him and touched her mouth: "You must have been a dog in your previous life."

He smiled, grabbed her fingers with his sexy fingers, and gently rubbed her lips: "Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts! I'm applying for leave!" she muttered.

"Huh? What kind of vacation?"

"No sex for a week!" Xiao Xing told him very seriously.

Mr. Fu laughed twice, lying on the bed and trembling while laughing, then leaned his head sideways and looked at her: "Go to sleep! Just dream and satisfy yourself!"

Can such a wish only come true in a dream?
Because the wife and adults are too tired recently, Sister Zhang was reassigned to the villa to cook and clean for them. In the morning, the two of them ate together, and Xiao Xing couldn't help but sigh: "Sister Zhang, don't leave in the future!"

"Let your man eat the vegetables you cooked every day, that's what you should think about!" He suddenly reminded, and finished the porridge in the bowl.

Xiao Xing raised her eyes, stared at those deep eyes for a long time but was speechless.

her man?
That sentence was neither serious nor serious, but it made her face flush hot.

"Go to the apartment sometime and give me the agreement!" He reminded her before he left.

Xiao Xing nodded in agreement, staring straight at his deep eagle eyes, guessing, what exactly is he going to do?
In the morning, she went to the Fengrong Writers Association, because the master said that she had a meeting here and asked her to wait in the lobby.

But she waited at the door for an hour, but no one came out.

She waited a little anxiously, looked at the watch on her wrist, and finally took out her mobile phone to dial the number of the Great God, but the number you dialed was in the middle of a call.

Xiaoxing couldn't help frowning, because there is not even a service desk here, but there are rooms on both sides of the corridor, so she had to knock on the door of a director, and a sallow and thin man in his 50s opened the door with a face on his face. Looking at Xiao Xing with his black frame glasses about to fall, he opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Xing: "Who are you looking for?"

"Oh, I wanted to ask if there was a writer's conference here today!"

"Cancelled!" The man closed the door after he finished speaking.

She wanted to say polite words like sorry to interrupt, but she couldn't say anything, and she was locked out.

cancelled?
A woman in a premium coffee shop was chatting with Ling Yue: "Today I even turned down the interview because of you, how do you thank me?"

Ling Yue laughed: "What do you want to be grateful for? Should I treat you to dinner at noon? Or go to the nightclub with you at night?"

The woman with curly curly hair laughed and said, "The last one is ready!" Because she sat on the computer for a long time and didn't bother to take care of her skin, it was obvious that her skin was yellowish and dry.

Ling Yue's skin looked much more supple, one was like a dignified lady, the other was like a heartless woman.

"Fu Zhi's marriage must have hit you hard, right?" the woman asked again.

Ling Yue smiled a little depressed: "The blow is inevitable, but what can we do?"

"By the way, interviewing you is very important to that reporter, right?"

"Of course, I am now the most capable young writer in our province."

"Still young..."

The two women were chatting leisurely, but Zhuo Xing stood at the door of the Writers Association and made trouble.

She took out her mobile phone and continued to call her, but she still couldn't get through, so she had to call her colleague: "I didn't get the great writer we were talking about yesterday. The people in the department said that the meeting was cancelled. I can't get through to her phone now. You Is there any other way to contact her?"

The colleague immediately collected information about the great writer: "Why don't you try sending her a WeChat message? Why can't I get through the thing I ordered yesterday?"

"If only I knew!" He said and hung up the phone, a little frustrated.

The sun was already very strong after ten o'clock, so I stood against the scorching sun for a while and then got into the car.

The great writer opened WeChat, and she showed her identity when she added it.

The two women who were chatting looked at the mobile phone on the table curiously after hearing the voice, and the great writer opened it and looked at it: "It's the newspaper reporter who asked to add me on WeChat."

Originally, the great writer had a bit of a temper, and he didn't want to agree to this interview so easily, for fear that he would lose his price.

But there were several reminders from the blacklist, and then I received a WeChat message, and then I looked at the scorching sun outside: "Am I going too far?"

Ling Yue glanced at her, and said with a smile: "If you are such a big celebrity, if you are interviewed too easily, you won't be worth much, right? How much money will their newspaper interview you make, you don't have to feel sorry for it at all."

(End of this chapter)