"..." Gu Weiwei stared blankly at the man with a smile.
When she fell in love, was she so mad?
Looking back, she bowed her head and cut vegetables, but her ears were covered with blush.
Because only two of them were so simple to make two or three home-cooked dishes, I still prepared a knife and fork for Fu Hanzhen, and did not let him use chopsticks.
Yuan Meng and Yuan Zhen have never seen it back. The only villa in the big villa is her and Fu Hanqi.
The two had nothing to do, and opened a bottle of red wine to enjoy the view in the courtyard.
However, Gu Weiwei’s drink has always been shallow, and it’s already awkward to drink three glasses.
Fu Hanyu took her on her shoulder, Gu Weiwei squinted and looked at the handsome face of the man under the light.
"What are you looking at?"
"Look at the face."
"Oh? What is my face?"
"Placing the face of peach blossoms." Gu Weiwei was drunk.
Fu Hanyu bowed his head and kissed her lips, whispering.
"My peach blossom, from the beginning to the end, isn't there just one of you?"
He knows that there are countless women who love him in this world, and the only one he loves is only one of her.
Gu Weiwei blinked, "No."
"How is it wrong?" Fu Hanxiao asked.
"You just had a bad relationship." Gu Weiwei said.
Fu Hanxi laughed. "Which is wrong?"
Gu Weiwei reached out and held his face, and the lip of the wine was printed with thin lips, from the kiss to the lips and tongue, and the kiss was very warm.
At the end, I retired and said with a smile.
"This is the right thing."
"Then I am coming back?" Fu Hanxi asked with a smile.
Gu Weiwei nodded, and her lips were covered with a fragrant and sweet lips, which was more gentle and gentler than before.