Qin Qihua was stared at by those eyes, and she was a little uncomfortable, but when he suddenly said something, her mind was blown out, followed by a series of slaps...

Qin Qihua restrained the rushing inside, looked at him calmly, and snorted coldly, "Did President Fu still learn to flatter?"

Fu Xiangxi: “…??”

He just confessed his inner thoughts to her.

"I know I'm beautiful." Qin Qihua turned his face away, "You don't need to say this."

The black hair was like a waterfall, flowing in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke it.

When he couldn't see it before, he knew that she was a beautiful girl, and that delicate touch would not deceive people, but when he saw her with his own eyes, even if he had imagined it 1,100,000 times, he was still amazed.

I thought I would be more confident when I was in good health, but when I faced her, I was still worried about gains and losses.

He even thought a while ago that it would be great if she wasn't that pretty. There wouldn't be so coveted by the crazy bees and butterflies, and he only had it, appreciate it alone, and admired it alone.

Qin Qihua lifted his hair and refused to let him touch it. He stood up, walked to the opposite side of him, and distanced himself from him, saying with disgust: "Just talk, don't touch your feet."

Fu Xiangxi's hands were empty, and then took a sip of water, pulling himself back from his lost state.

He looked at Qin Qihua and said, "I don't want to get a divorce, just to give myself a basic guarantee. I hope you understand."

"I don't understand." Qin Qihua retorted without hesitation, "Why don't you stay away if you don't want to leave?"

Fu Xiangxi said: "Because you are beautiful and kind, I am unreasonable."

“………???”

Can you still do this? First, you can hit the thirty-four boards, so that others have nowhere to start?

Qin Qihua ignored him, got up and walked to the workbench to work on his own affairs.

Fu Xiangxi sat on the sofa, sometimes arranged work on his mobile phone, sometimes looked at her figure. The indoor temperature was pleasant, and he was calm and soft inside.

Gradually, the fatigue of not sleeping all night last night surged, and he fell asleep leaning on the sofa.

After Qin Qi finished coloring the painting, he pinched his neck and stood up to move. When he turned around, he saw Fu Xiangxi on the sofa, quietly closing his eyes. She walked to him gently and found that he was asleep, breathing evenly and long.

Her eyes couldn't help but stay on him for a while. He was wearing the black shirt she bought for him last year, with casual trousers, and a coat was placed on the armrest of the sofa. The shirt was unbuttoned two buttons, just revealing his delicate collarbone. The slender neck was upwards with that charming face. His hair was shorter than before, and his soft feeling was reduced a little, but the mole under the corner of his eyes still embellished the unique cold and innocent feeling.

Qin Qihua looked at her and felt a little itchy...

Why did he have a face that makes people want to ravage so much? This desire and abstinent temperament is simply.

Qin Qihua promptly pulled back the divergent stream of consciousness, took out a thin blanket from the rest inside, and put it on him.

After setting it up, she stopped looking at him and returned to the workbench to be busy.

Fu Xiangxi woke up after sleeping for a few hours. It was almost time for her to get off work. When she woke up, she saw the blanket on her body, and he bent his lips as if nothing had happened.

After Qin Qi handed over the manuscript, he packed up his things and said to Fu Xiangxi: "You have been here for a day. Next, we will ask our mothers to go back to our house."

She left the studio and Fu Xiangxi followed her.

After getting off to the parking lot, Qin Qi drew his own car and drove away.

When she was driving on the road, she couldn't see Fu Xiangxi's car in the rearview mirror. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. This urgent way of chasing people was really unbearable.

At night, while Qin Qihua was playing games in her room, her brother came to knock on the door.

Qin Qidai said: "What are you doing? Come in by yourself."

Qin Qifeng pushed open the door and said, "Your husband is here again."

Qin Qihua's hand that controlled the phone trembled, and turned to look at her brother, "Why is he here again? It's not enough to keep him for one day today?"

Qin Qifeng said: "I don't think you can go on, he has to stay for another night. You can go and take a look..."

Qin Qihua finished the game and went downstairs helplessly.

After leaving the gate and walking to the yard, a cold wind blew, she shrank, and then she realized that she was not wearing a coat and a suspender nightgown had come down. She speeded up and planned to tell a long story and fight quickly.

After leaving the yard, Fu Xiangxi leaned against the car door, smoking a cigarette with a faint expression.

When the eyes met, his eyes became deeper.

Qin Qihua walked up to him and complained: "Mr. Fu, your way of chasing people is too clumsy. Can you improve it?"

Fu Xiangxi looked at her, and his body temperature was rising uncontrollably. A thin suspender skirt could not hide the place, the ice-skinned and jade bones were shining with a lustrous luster under the moonlight, and the long hair was scattered on his shoulders, lazy and charming. Even the eyes that looked at him seemed to be affectionate and pretty, and they were seductive in anger without knowing it.

Driven by instinct, he stepped forward and hugged her in his arms.

His palm rubbed against the delicate skin, and he lowered his head and sucked hard on her neck.

"Hey! Who made you a hooligan... Um..." Her protest was swallowed by him. He clasped her head, wrapped her lips and tongue, and tried his best to get it.

He hadn't tasted her for half a year, and this kiss inspired crazy desire.

Qin Qihua struggled, and he pressed her against the car door, and repeatedly attacked the city without resisting.

When his hand touched the place he shouldn't have touched, Qin Qihua trembled and panted and cursed: "You are crazy! Do you want to be seen..."

Fu Xiangxi restrained himself, let go of her, supported her arms on both sides, and circled her in a narrow space, her eyes were stained with thick ** as if they were on fire, staring at her, and said in a hoarse voice: "Drawing, I miss you very much."

Qin Qihua met his gaze, as if a fire was coming over, making her whole body burn.

She raised her hand, covered his eyes, and rebuked: "This is downstairs of my house, please pay attention to the influence!"

The sight was caught off guard and fell into darkness. Fu Xiangxi felt the breath of her in the air. Instead of pulling down her hand, he reached out to touch her face. His palms went from her face to her hair, just like before, and could not see anything, and could only rely on breath and touch... The memories of the past, the feelings of the past, and all kinds of emotions came to him. He held Qin Qihua into his arms, hugged her tightly, rubbing her cheeks against her hair, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Drawing..."

It turns out that it’s not that scary to see. As long as she is there, he can accept anything.

Qin Qihua said in a slight manner: "Are you here to make people annoyed? Let me go."

If she had known that he was like this, she would not have come down. Wouldn’t this be taken advantage of when she was delivered to her door?

Fu Xiangxi let go of her, took a deep breath, and took a step back.

The man's hot breath left, and her skin suddenly cooled down. A gust of wind blew, and she shrank.

Fu Xiangxi immediately took off his coat and put it on her.

Qin Qihua frowned slightly and complained: "It's all the smell of smoke, it smells bad."

Fu Xiangxi paused and opened the car door, "Get in the car, it's not cold."

"If you don't go, I'm going upstairs." She turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled by him.

He took her back into his arms, "Please stay with me for a while."

"I'm going to sleep, so you can leave quickly."

"You stay with me for a while and I'll leave."

“…”

In order to let him leave early, Qin Qihua compromised and followed him into the back seat of the car.

There was still a smell of smoke in the car, and she couldn't help but say, "Don't you quit before?"

Fu Xiangxi said: "I won't smoke when I'm waiting for you tomorrow."

"Are you here?" Qin Qihua was frightened by his words, "Have you been trying enough yet?"

Fu Xiangxi looked at her, her fingers couldn't help but stroke her lips, and whispered: "I don't come to find you, how can I chase you?"

"Can't you chase him in another way?" Qin Qihua slapped his hand off, "You are not chasing people, you are scary."

"Then how should I chase after me?" he asked humbly.

"Keep a comfortable distance, send gifts and appointments, etc., step by step."

Fu Xiangxi looked at her arrogant and cold look and felt a little dissatisfied. He grabbed her hand, pulled her into his chest, lowered his head, and said in her ear: "It wasn't like this when you chased me."

"??" Qin Qi drew a question mark on his face. Has she chased him?

His voice was extremely low, his voice was hoarse and eager, "You tied up and forced me, pestered me every day, kissed me and asked me for me."

"…??" Qin Qi's cheeks suddenly turned red.

She wanted to step back aside, and he picked her up, held her to his legs, clasped her by the chin, forcing her to look at her, "Don't remember what he did?"

Qin Qihua blurted out, "I'm greedy for you, not chasing you!"

Fu Xiangxi: “…………”

He knew that she was greedy for him, but he was so disdainful to think about this before. Now when he heard her say it so bluntly, he was not disgusted and was quite itchy.

It doesn't matter whether she pursues him or not, it's better to keep greedy for him.

He stared at her and asked, "Are you not greedy now?"

"I'm tired of sleeping." Qin Qihua threw him a look of contempt.

"I'm greedy..."

"...what! I'm getting off!"

Fu Xiangxi calmed down and restrained his behavior.

Qin Qihua said: "If you don't follow what I said, don't chase me. It's better to get divorced quickly."

"Don't mention the word divorce!" Fu Xiangxi showed annoyance, and the uncontrollable suffocation came again.

Qin Qihua looked at him, "What are you so fierce?"

Fu Xiangxi took a breath, raised his hand and rubbed her hair, and softened his tone again, "Not bad, I'll listen to you, everything you listen to."
To be continued...