MTL - Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here-Chapter 3028 Black-bellied Girl (14)

3028: Wordscapes Uncrossed Tropic-Beach 5 Answers

This sentence immediately attracted mockery.

"No matter how terrible it is for you, I haven't seen the little boss approach any woman, let alone a woman in Fengyue."

Fu's family style is particularly strict.

It's a real family.

The rules are notoriously harsh.

Every move of Fu Yuheng is the style of everyone's children.

One of my working companions said, "I was just playing hi, hey, I really don't want to introduce the little boss to the company."

Everyone is upset.

Because I will get up at six tomorrow.

And the little accompanying wine, but could not help but secretly clenched his fists.

A faint reluctance appeared on his face.

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When Fu Yuheng came home, he was slightly smoked, and he opened the door slowly.

Seeing that the lights in the living room are on.

But it was empty.

It should be a babysitter.

After the babysitter left, no one would close.

He swept around slightly before walking up slowly.

When he reached the second floor, he looked at the door of the room in the corridor camera indifferently.

Suddenly thought that before she left, she blushed abnormally.

Silent for a while.

Fu Yuheng walked to the door unhurriedly and knocked on the door.

Wait a moment.

No sound.

He raised his hand again, and tapped it a second time.

Still no noise.

Fu Yuheng looked indifferently, and fell asleep.

Then he turned and walked to the third floor.

He didn't care much about whether she was sick.

She was just a little trouble, just like her vanity-loving mother.

Someday there will be a solution.

It may not be necessary for one year. Bai Weiwei and Bai Xiaoyu are expected to disappear into his life.

Fu Yuheng thought, as he stretched out his hands and rubbed the middle of the bridge of his nose, he was drinking a little too much today.

Makes him dizzy and dizzy.

He opened the door with one hand, and while walking, he threw his coat on the sofa in the room, and stretched his white fingertips to tear open the collar.

Fu Yuheng's head was a little uncomfortable, and he didn't pay much attention to the surroundings.

Go straight to the bathroom.

Undress while walking.

Ties, shirts, and even watches are thrown on the ground at will.

A teenager with a bare upper body is fairer than an adult male, and his legs are long and straight in black suit pants.

He arbitrarily reached out and brushed his short black hair, leaving the hair to be neatly scattered.

Dark eyes were slightly smoky.

The prudent and rigorous appearance of weekdays has a little bit of wantonness at this moment.

He opened the bathroom door and did not close it.

Just go for a shower.

Bai Weiwei heard the sound of water, opened her eyes stupidly, then turned over and pulled herself to wrap herself around the quilt.

It's cold.

She pursed her lips, struggling to support her eyelids.

"How many degrees do I have a fever?"

System: "It's almost thirty-nine."

Bai Weiwei: "How do I feel cold."

System: "Fever is like this. Look at yourself, IQ is gone."

Bai Weiwei: "I'm awake."

System: "Don't do it, just go to bed."

The host still insists on the spirit of the Raiders, which is very distressing.

Bai Weiwei: "I don't sleep, I don't sleep, I don't sleep."

system:"……"

The host is confused.

He quietly went through the products in the supermarket. Is there any anti-fever medicine that humans can eat?

And over the bathroom, the sound of water stopped.

The teenager came out naked with a large white towel.

His hand was lifted up, revealing the faint muscle lines on his arm, his eyebrows were smoked with water, and there was a little delicate and beautiful.

At this moment, the young man is completely reminiscent of the calm, gentle, and perfect image on weekdays.

His beautiful eyes lifted lightly, deep and cold.

After wiping his hair, he still felt a little dizzy.

He reached out and rubbed his forehead without looking, and sat directly on the bed, then lay down naked.

He closed his eyes, and the tip of his nose seemed to haunt a strange soft fragrance.

Fu Yuheng's thoughts were much slower and he didn't think much.

Suddenly his fingers touched a soft spot, he froze.

Then a petite figure was in the quilt, rolled over, and rolled directly into his arms.

Soft and hot.

Last change

kisses

It still feels raw, so let's recover slowly.

good night

(End of this chapter)