The Rebirth Group's pet little flirt

That night, Nan Zhixin couldn't sleep at all, thinking that Ye Qi would give her news, she was heartbroken,
Holding the phone, leaning against the wall, has been waiting for news.

When Fu Shiyu came out of the bathroom, he still saw his wife who was not sleepy. He was carrying a towel and looked at Nan Zhixin: "At twelve o'clock, will someone you know come to hear me?"

"Yes, my brother will never lie." Seeing the water stains on her husband's black hair, she felt distressed for a moment, she quickly got up, took the towel from his hand, knelt on the quilt, The other party wiped his hair with a gentle tone, "Look at the water on your head, you don't know how to dry it before coming out."

Holding the towel in his hand, Su quickly wiped water on the other party's hair, working hard and persistently, but it was inevitable that he was a little sad.

Fu Shiyu's eyes were burning, he glanced at his wife's face, pursed his thin lips, and lowered his head slightly.

Nan Zhixin held Fu Shiyu's hair and vigorously dried the water stains on her hair. After a long time, she lowered her head, looked at the water stains dripping from her forehead, and smiled to herself.

"What is Zhixin laughing at?" The people below couldn't help asking.

"Well, I want to laugh at you, that's it, nothing else." Nan Zhixin said, but when she wiped her hair, she suddenly found that her slender waist tightened, and then she felt her whole body being embraced by the other party. inside.

Feeling restrained, Nan Zhixin held the towel and looked at Fu Shiyu underneath, a little futilely: "Shiyu, you are obedient, the water stains on your hair haven't been wiped off yet."

Fu Shiyu didn't speak, but shook his head at Nan Zhixin, his whole face buried in her arms.

Nan Zhixin was attracted by his cute movements, and reached out to grab his hair: "Don't worry, I'll dry your hair first."

Fu Shiyu was obedient, and went to the sofa with Nan Zhixin holding the koala, then turned on the hair dryer and handed it to Nan Zhixin.

Nan Zhixin smiled calmly, held the hair dryer, plugged it in, then knelt on the sofa, fiddled with the other person's hair with one hand, and dried him tenderly and considerately.

Fu Shiyu clung to Di Nan's heart tightly. She was wearing a white shirt, her body was dyed with her breath, it was sweet and delicious, like a cherry blossoming on a branch, it was as red as fire.

Nan Zhixin stretched out her hand and hugged Fu Shiyu tightly, her cheek pressed against Fu Shiyu's eyes, fascinated: "Forget it, let's stop blowing."

Fu Shiyu in his arms rubbed against her again, and asked her with a smile, "Why don't you blow it?"

Nan Zhixin slumped on the sofa, pressing her finger on the bridge of Fu Shiyu's nose, cute and cute, "You are not good at all, you make me feel uncomfortable. You are simply bad."

She pressed Fu Shiyu's shoulders, leaned on the sofa, stared coldly at the handsome facial features, and expressed her opinion very bluntly: "Bad thing, you are finished next."

Fu Shiyu raised his hand, and it landed on the back of Nan Zhixin's head. He blinked his eyes to the side, bright and happy, "Good girl, I don't dare."

The neat teeth were lowered, and a mark was bitten hard on the white neck. She was satisfied, but the corners of her eyes were stained, and before she could react, the whole person had been turned over and shackled her waist.

She was stunned, her claws hanging in the air, motionless, like a little wild cat, "Shi Yu, what are you going to do?"

"Do what you want." He smirked and bit the earrings of the other party, ecstatic, tossing and grinding.

In the silent room, there was only the sound of the pendulum swinging, and the bright light above the head shone with dazzling light.

"Zhixin—" Fu Shiyu looked into Nan Zhixin's eyes, and his voice rang in his ears, "Has my illness brought you any pressure?"

Asking this sentence suddenly at this time, Nan Zhixin was stunned. She couldn't help wondering if it was something she said to Wang Wu last time, so Wang Wu told Shi Yu what she said, which made him feel angry at herself. Suspect.

Nan Zhixin, who didn't want to do this, put his arms around Fu Shiyu's neck, with a smile on his face, and his tone was very gentle: "No, there is no pressure at all. If you have to say something about pressure, it may be your mood."

"Mood?" Fu Shiyu was puzzled.

"If you think that you are sick and unhappy every day, then how can I be happy." Nan Zhixin put his arms around Fu Shiyu, his eyes were always on the other's face, and a smile slowly spread from the corner of his mouth.

Before Fu Shiyu could come up with an idea, someone kissed his ruddy thin lips fiercely.

Two fused hearts shrouded in a crystal chandelier...

An hour later, Nan Zhixin saw a flicker on the screen of his mobile phone, and a message jumped out immediately.

"Shi Yu, let's go, change clothes, we are ready to act."

While Fu Shiyu was sitting there drinking a glass of water, seeing Nan Zhixin urging himself, he couldn't believe it: "The people under your command really got news?"

"Can I still lie to you?" Nan Zhixin patted Fu Shiyu on the shoulder, got up quickly, went to the closet, took a skirt, and sent Shiyu another set of clothes, "Shiyu, put it on quickly." .”

Fu Shiyu stared at his clothes, smiled flatly, got up, and quickly put on his clothes.

He looked at his wife in front of him with a shameless look, and he didn't care anymore.

Nan Zhixin's skirt is easy to wear, not as troublesome as Shi Yu's. She leaned over to help arrange the black shirt, and quickly buttoned it.

Fu Shiyu stretched out his hand, landed on Nan Zhixin's back, gently pushed up the zipper that had not been pulled up, and reminded Nan Zhixin strictly, "Remember, next time you have to pull the zipper up." Get dressed."

"Oh." Nan Zhixin touched Fu Shiyu's face on tiptoe, and ran out quickly, "I won't talk to you anymore, I have to go."

"Sneak attack, what is it?" Fu Shiyu asked the other party dully, his eyes shining brightly.

"If you have the ability to sneak back." Nan Zhixin quickly ran out of the yard on high heels.

Fu Shiyu locked the door, picked up Nan Zhixin's handbag hanging on the wall, and chased him out.

"Get it, my wife, let me drive."

Nan Zhixin looked into his eyes and shook her head: "Let me come, you are too tired."

"Hehe, you think I'm the limit for an hour?" Fu Shiyu knew what was going on in the silly girl's mind, so he couldn't help but make fun of it.

Nanzhi pouted angrily, and raised her pupils from time to time, deliberately perfunctory the other party's topic: "Hmph, I won't talk to you anymore, hurry up and follow me."

In the end, he gave up the key to Shi Yu, just because of that sentence, his male driver may be more responsive than her female driver.

In order to communicate with his brother, Nan Zhixin concentrated on sitting in the co-pilot seat.

[Yeqi, have you already caught Chen Yu? 】

Ye Qi looked at the blood stains on his palm, and typed with a tense face.

[Caught it, but boss, you have to hurry up. 】

Nan Zhixin spoke slowly: "Okay, okay, right away, it will be soon."

He looked at Fu Shiyu next to him, told him where he was, and went directly to his destination.

At that time, Ye Qi and a group of brothers were waiting for Nan Zhixin.

When Nan Zhixin arrived, she saw her brother's palm was cut, she was nervous: "There's a lot of blood, who hurt it?"