"Well, I will go back and remind me of the other side." Fu Hanyu finished, closed her script.
Gu Weiwei reached for it and said, "I haven't finished it yet."
Fu Hanyu threw it on the other side of the sofa. "Run so far, it's not easy to see, but you have to stare at the script?"
Gu Weiwei put down the pen and said with a smile.
"Well, I don't read the script, I think you got it."
Fu Hanzhen sat in satisfaction with the person sitting in his arms and bowed his head against her whisper.
"Look at me?"
Gu Weiwei stared at the gentle eyes of a man who was close at hand, raising his lips and chuckling.
"If you don't want to, then I still go to the script."
Fu Hanzhen holds her face in one hand, tenderly and affectionately kisses the girl's soft lips, from a shallow taste to a lingering kiss...
Gu Weiwei gently responded to the man's kiss, breathing between the intertwined, the temperature is getting warmer and deeper.
The man stroking her side face and kissing, one hand quietly quietly untied the button of her pajamas, and she... did not know.
Until the man kissed her neck, she quietly reacted and shrank her neck, grabbing her pajamas and panting in one hand.
"Today... not today."
Fu Hanyu was surprised to see the girl's eyes smog, obviously already emotional.
"why?"
I thought she was too tired last night, so she didn't bother her to rest.
Gu Weiwei’s guilty conscience is not open to others, and he said.
"I... I am coming there."
The dream of death is that she has not changed her underwear. She can only be forced to wear her **** underwear in the suitcase, but she really has no face to wear to see.
"I remember that you are not these two days." Fu Hanyu poked her lies.