Chapter 72 The evil Mr. Fu’s growing girlfriend (31)

Fu Qijun hugged Zhaoge from behind, moved his hands down her arms, and threw the pamphlet aside.

"I miss you so much."

Zhaoge turned his head slightly, and Fu Qijun's lips pressed against hers.

The strong yearning and intense lust pulled on his nerves. On the one hand, he restrained himself, but on the other hand, he was unwilling to do so.

The aggressive aura and weight made Zhao Ge feel a little unsteady.

Seeing her leaning backwards and trying to escape, Fu Qijun's eyes became darker and darker, he leaned over and pressed the light switch on the bedside.

With a "pop" sound, only the bedside night light was left in the room, emitting a faint light, and the atmosphere became increasingly ambiguous.

Fu Qijun stood up slightly, slid his cold fingers across his collar, lowered his eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"

The huge shadow in front of him shrouded Fu Qijun, making it impossible to see his expression. At this moment, he was dangerous and alluring.

She raised her hand and touched his cheek lightly, "I like the smell of you."

Fu Qijun raised his eyes, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he spoke, with unclear meaning: "That's new."

His eyes fell on the crystal clear red lips. He could no longer look away and lowered his head to kiss her again.

It's still there, it's great.

On the second day, Zhaoge continued to sleep as he had missed last night, and this time he slept until the sun was rising.

Fu Qijun handed over the work, and she was still awake when she returned to the room.

Looking at Zhaoge who was sleeping soundly, Fu Qijun raised his hand to check his watch, then knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg and put his forehead against it, "Little lazy pig, get up."

Zhaoge frowned lightly, turned over slowly, and saw Fu Qijun again in a suit and leather shoes. It seemed that he had just returned from the company.

"Uncle, I'll sleep a little longer."

Having said that, Zhaoge woke up quickly.

For no other reason, Fu Qijun had a restless sleep last night.

The culprit behind her was quite discerning, and he rubbed her waist consciously, with a hint of smile in his voice, "Get up and eat before going to bed."

He paused and then said, "I'll sleep with you."

Zhaoge immediately opened his eyes, "I'm so hungry, I'll get up right away."

The two of them sat across from each other at the dinner table.

One of them lowers his head to cook, and the other looks at people seriously.

Zhaoge's face became hot when he was stared at. He put down his chopsticks and hesitated to say: "Uncle, don't you want to eat?"

She raised her head, and the lower part of her neck was a little red.

Fu Qijun coughed slightly, secretly annoyed that he was not taking it seriously, and silently postponed the plan in his heart.

"I've already eaten. Let's go back to feeding the pigeons in a few days."

Zhaoge nodded, but it didn't matter which day he went, "Anything is fine."

On the third day, Fu Qijun fulfilled his promise and took Zhaoge to the square of a music town.

The artistic atmosphere here is strong, and the fountain is like a holy light in the sun, illuminating the tourists in groups around it.

Flocks of pigeons, melodious music, smiles on the faces of passers-by...

Zhaoge took Fu Qijun to find an empty seat and sat down, spreading his arms and enjoying the beauty of the moment.

The pigeons here don't seem to be afraid of people. One of the snow-white pigeons flapped its wings and stopped beside the wooden chair, tilting its little head to look at Zhao Ge and Fu Qijun.

Zhaoge chuckled lightly, took the food from Fu Qijun's hand, and waved it towards it.

It pecked at the food with light steps, then flapped its white feathers and flew to the edge of the spring to stop.

Fu Qijun crossed his long legs and watched her every move, "Do you like pigeons so much?"

Zhaoge clapped his hands and said, "Uncle, I think this pigeon is just like you."

"oh?"

Hearing this answer, Fu Qijun couldn't help but become interested.

Zhaoge pointed to him and pointed to two little girls directly in front of him who were secretly looking at Fu Qijun.

Fu Qijun glanced at it and then looked away, with a faint expression on his face.

Only when he meets Zhaoge's gaze, the tenderness in his eyes is revealed.

She swayed her legs leisurely and moved over and said: "You are good-looking and will be liked wherever you go. From now on, I will travel around the world and see all the beautiful birds in the world."

She was talking about looking at the birds, but her expression was not very serious.

When the words came to Fu Qijun, things changed.

This stinky girl doesn't want to see birds. She clearly wants to see handsome men, and she even travels all over the world to see them.

Fu Qijun thought of the little boy who ran over to give her flowers just now, and became jealous for a moment.

"You can look at the birds as you like, but as for the men, you can only look at me."

Zhaoge leaned on his shoulder and smiled heartlessly, "Okay, okay, just look at you."

Fu Qijun pinched her ring finger and said softly: "Zhao Ge, you will graduate soon. When you graduate, let's get married, okay?"

Zhaoge sat up slightly. His words were too sincere, and the sincerity in his eyes was hard to ignore.

The corners of her lips were slightly pursed, but she just said: "Okay."

She couldn't say anything except "good".

In fact, she didn't tell Fu Qijun that the person who really looked like this pigeon was herself.

The white pigeon truly belongs to nature, and he only stays in this small world for a short time.

The two played for a day, Zhaoge took Fu Qijun to eat and drink at the night market, and then returned to the hotel.

Zhaoge put on a facial mask and groped around on the bed. Fu Qijun walked into the room and asked curiously: "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a steam eye mask. I remember there was one left on the bedside yesterday. I don't know where it went."

I don’t know if it’s due to blood cancer, but I always feel that my eyes have been dry and astringent recently, and sometimes they even hurt.

She was discouraged, stood up and was about to walk out of the house, "Forget it, there's still a box in the suitcase."

Fu Qijun pulled her and said, "Apply your facial mask well, I'll get it."

"okay!"

Her suitcase was in another room. Fu Qijun used his long legs to pull the suitcase out from the corner, unzipped it, picked up the box of steam eye masks, and prepared to close the suitcase.

In the mezzanine, a corner of the medicine box packaging caught his attention.
Chapter completed!