After Lin Shiyue got into the car, she jumped over the control table and rushed towards Lin Yao.

Her pink and tender little face leaned towards him, "Brother, I'm so tired in the exam, I want to kiss you."

Lin Yao quickly carried the person over with his eyes and his palms blocked between the steering wheel and her back.

I adjusted the seat and made her feel more comfortable lying on her body.

Hearing her say she was so tired, Lin Yao's dark brown eyes were dark, and his thin red lips kissed her pink lips, his voice was low and hoarse, "Are you tired of taking the exam or..."

He approached her ear and said the remaining few words with his breath.

Lin Shiyue's little face instantly turned red.

He pursed his rosy lips that were kissed, hooked his neck with his hands, looked at him with his soft and white face, and his voice was delicate and slim, "I like being with my brother, and I like being tired."

The shyness overflowing from the water eyes and her straightforward words made Lin Yao crazy.

The palms that were holding his waist tightened violently, leaving no gap between the two.

Lin Shiyue especially likes the position of sitting on his thighs and being held tightly in his arms.

Full of security, you don’t have to raise your head when you kiss.

Even so, she was kissed and became weak all over.

There is a natural physical gap between men and women.

Lin Shiyue was taken back to the passenger seat by Lin Yao, found the glasses belt that were thrown aside, and returned to her gentle and scum.

Only the torn tie and the red eyes could tell what had happened just now.

Lin Shiyue lay on the seat, tilted her head, looked at him and smiled, "Brother, is it comfortable for me to kiss?"

It was obvious that the car body swayed.

The fingers on the steering wheel were tightly tight.

Lin Shiyue glanced at her and thought of the things his slender fingers did to her last night, her little face turned redder.

"Brother, your hands look good."

Lin Yao's thin lips were tightly pursed, his jawline was tight, his eyes were flattened, and his voice was hoarse, warning her, "Little Jiaojiao, be more at ease."

He didn't know that his sweetness was so wild.

Is it only for him, or...

Thinking of Qingjun's face getting colder.

Seeing that his face was slightly cold, Lin Shiyue thought she was really angry.

I didn't dare to speak up and sat quietly.

I didn't sleep well last night and took another day of test. After a while, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Lin Yao turned his head to look at her, and curled his lips helplessly.

His eyes were extremely doting, and he was so cute that he couldn't say a word.

Lin Shiyue woke up again and was woken up by her kiss.

He opened his eyes in a daze, looking like the hotel he stayed in yesterday, holding him with both hands, "Where is this?"

"Our home." The voice is vague.

Lin Shiyue's fair neck was curled up in a graceful manner, "Hmm? Did you... buy a house?"

Lin Yao doesn't want to waste his time on meaningless things.

......

For the convenience of travel, Song Yan temporarily lived in the villa.

The servants in the villa were brought here together before.

The housekeeper is a middle-aged man. Fu Ci brought him from Kyoto and is also a person he is trustworthy.

"Assistant Song, are we now being packaged by Mr. Fu and given to the young lady?"

The housekeeper's surname was Zhang, and he realized it later.

Song Yan sighed, "Don't think it's Mr. Fu's cruelty. He even packed himself and gave it to the young lady."

Butler Zhang: "..."

Standing side by side with Song Yan, looking upstairs, and sighing.

Mr. Fu, who hadn't met the young lady, was as cold as an iceberg and could not be close to anyone.

He is cruel and ruthless to outsiders.

He is also cold to his family.

This is the first time I know that Mr. Fu is also a warm person.

In order to be with the young lady, let alone put down her figure and look down.

After that, the old man from Tiannan family and the head of the Nan family are coming back.

What will their Master Fu explain then?

Song Yan obviously thought of this.

But what can I do?

Mr. Fu's love brain.

Now I don’t even care about official duties.

The company headquarters has not held a video conference for several days.

The files waiting to be processed are piled up by one meter high.

——

Shi Qing came out after taking a shower, but he didn't see Fu Ci.

I came in with me when I entered the room before.

Throw the towel pressed on your head aside and walk out with your feet.

The door of the study room was not closed tightly, and there was light through the gap.

I walked over to the door and saw him sitting in a wheelchair. In front of me was the painting she gave him.

The man looked sideways, his skin was as delicate as white porcelain under the light, his fingers with distinct muscles and bones supported his chin, and the corners of his mouth were curled freely.

Like it so much?

Shi Qing raised her lips and pushed open the door and walked in.

The temperature in October is just right, and I don’t feel cold when I step on the ground barefoot.

He walked over quietly, stopped behind him, supported his elbows on the back of the wheelchair, and turned his head, "I like it so much?"

Just after taking a shower, the scent of roses spread to Fu Ci's nose.

Her light breathing sounded in her ears, and Fu Ci curled up his fingers with his chin.

"Yeah, I like it."

Shi Qing looked at his slightly red ears and smiled secretly.

Such a pure and innocent Mr. Fu really doesn’t look like the same person as the ones rumored outside.

He got up, hooked his long legs and came over to the stool, sat down beside him, and casually scattered.

He held his wheelchair armrest and blinked, asking him casually, "Prepare to watch here all night?"

The nightgown she was wearing was tied loosely with her belt, and her collarbone was so white that it was dazzling.

Fu Ci's eyes turned aside, his eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his nice voice was a little dumb, "No, I just want to see more masterpieces by the famous oil painting master Q."

Famous oil painting master Q?

The eyebrow bones move slightly.

Why do you feel familiar with this name?

Seeing her frowning, she seemed to be thinking.

Fu Ci couldn't help laughing, the deep and magnetic laughter was simply tempting.

He reached out and pinched the back of her hand that was placed under her chin, kissed her slightly cold thin lips, looked at her and smiled, "Don't you recognize me?"

Shi Qing: "...I know each other very well."

“How familiar are you?”

Shi Qingqing quit and bit his lips. The force was a little heavy, and a little dark red blood bead was oozed out.

Fu Ci hissed lightly and rubbed his fingertips on his lips.

Looking at the blood on his fingertips, a low and hoarse smile shook out from his chest.
To be continued...