After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

Wen Zhihe was so embarrassed that she could dig out a dream castle with her toes. Her face turned red and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She really wanted to disappear completely from the spot.

She stood up quickly in embarrassment, determined to escape from this place.

Fu Yuheng also sat up, and touched the face that was hit by his wife with his bony fingers. He looked at her with a smile in his black pupils, "Wife, you can touch me if you want. I won't charge you."

Wen Zhihe was already extremely shy, and when she heard him call her wife so bluntly, her face turned as pale as clouds.

She got off the bed shyly, "Who, who wanted to touch me?" She quickly put on her slippers and ran to the bathroom without looking back.

She didn't know what happened just now, but facing such a handsome face, which was absolutely perfect and impeccable, her hands just went out of control.

He actually touched someone's face!

Ahhhhh! ! ! !

Wen Zhihe, what on earth are you doing? How can you be so useless? You can't control yourself!

We can't do this again.

Don't touch people's faces casually anymore.

But to be honest, his face felt really good to the touch, white, smooth and delicate, even better than her skin.

It seems that he must have taken good care of his handsome face.

Come to think of it, how could a rich man like him have bad skin? He uses high-end skin care products to maintain his skin, so no matter how bad it is, it can’t be that bad.

Fu Yuheng looked at the shy kitten running away, and raised his lips in a beautiful arc, "A woman who says one thing but means another."

Wen Zhihe stood in front of the washbasin, looking at herself in the mirror, her face as red as an apple. She turned on the faucet, switched it to cold water, placed her hands under the water, and scooped up the cold water to extinguish the blush on her face.

The blush on her originally hot cheeks gradually lessened as the cold water was poured on them.

Hearing footsteps coming towards her, Wen Zhihe couldn't help but get nervous and quickly washed her face.

Thinking that she would soon stand with him, and thinking about what had just happened, she wondered if he would seek revenge on her!

That's hard to say. She had just slapped him, and given his character, there's no way he would let her go so easily.

It’s better to wash up quickly and go out early, and avoid it as much as possible to avoid falling into the fire pit and being unable to get out.

Wen Zhihe thought about it and finished washing up as quickly as possible.

I just put down my wash cup and prepared to leave.

Fu Yuheng walked in with his long legs, staring at the girl in front of him with his dark eyes, wanting to tease her, "Why is Zhizhi so nervous?"

Wen Zhihe pretended to be calm, raised her fair face and looked at him, "No, I'm not nervous."

I appear calm on the surface, but in fact I'm very nervous and flustered. Every time I'm with him, I get nervous and my face turns red and my heart beats fast. I don't know why.

The man seemed to have seen through her poor acting skills and walked towards her step by step. "Oh, really?"

The road ahead was blocked by the man. She couldn't get through. She kept backing away, staring at him warily with her bright almond eyes. "What are you going to do?"

Finally, she had no way to retreat, and her back was forced against the wall of the bathroom. She didn't know why, but she felt that the originally cold wall seemed to be getting warmer.

Fu Yuheng supported himself against the wall with his hands and held her firmly in his arms.

It was a dead end, there was no way out, and they couldn't beat him. Wen Zhihe fanned her clear eyes and said, "Well, let's talk it out."

Knowing that she was in the wrong, and seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Wen Zhihe took the initiative to admit her mistake, perhaps there would be a turnaround for the matter, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you."

The man didn't say anything, but stared at her with his inky eyes without blinking, causing Wen Zhihe's heart to beat uncontrollably faster, and the more she looked, the more flustered she became.

No, what on earth is he going to do?

Isn't it enough to apologize?

She continued to speak bravely, "Or else, you can just fight back, fight back."

Wen Zhihe was determined to take revenge if he wanted. After all, he was the one who started the fight first, so he was in the wrong no matter what. Wen Zhihe was ready to die, raised his face, let him hit him, and closed his eyes tightly.

His black eyelashes kept trembling, as if he was ready to die.

Fu Yuheng looked at the woman in front of him. Why is his wife so cute?

He just wanted to tease her and see how she would react.

Unexpectedly, she raised her face and let him hit her.

How is this possible? How could he hit her? That is absolutely impossible!

He didn't even have time to love her, let alone hit her.

Fu Yuheng looked at his wife's pink lips, so soft and tender that he wanted to take a bite. His throat tightened and his voice was low and hoarse, "Wife, there is actually a good way to solve this problem."

When Wen Zhihe heard his words, she opened her almond-shaped eyes, which were sparkling inside, and asked, "What's the solution?"

"You kiss me, or I kiss you, it's your choice."

Wen Zhihe: “…”

These words seemed to be said with much consideration for her.

No, why is it kissing again?

Why is he so obsessed with kissing all day long?

Don’t you understand? Don’t you really understand?

Do I have to choose one of these two?

Are there any other ways?

Wen Zhihe looked at him and asked tentatively, "Can you change to something else?"

Fu Yuheng said firmly, "No."

Come on, no need to ask.

It seems like we have no choice but to fight.

Between kissing and being slapped by him, of course kissing is more cost-effective.

If she was really slapped by him, her face would probably be swollen like a pig's head, and she would not be able to face anyone.

Thinking this way, kissing seems to be more cost-effective.

But she took the initiative to kiss him, and he kissed her.

Wen Zhihe thought about these two options for a moment and felt that it would be better for her to kiss him.

If he kissed me, I would probably not only suffocate but also lose my life.

Forget it, just take the initiative to kiss him!

After thinking it over again and again, Wen Zhihe made a decision, "Okay, I'll kiss you."

When Fu Yuheng heard this, his deep black eyes sparkled with stars, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he bent down and put his handsome face in front of her, signaling her to kiss him~

Wen Zhihe's heart beat faster as she looked at the face so close to her. She tried hard to suppress her nervous heart. If she promised something to someone, she had to do it. She pursed her lips, slowly closed her eyes, moved closer to the side of his cheek, and tapped it lightly.

She quickly moved away, "This is probably okay." Her face was pink and tender, like a ripe peach, waiting to be picked and tasted.

Before Fu Yuheng could react, his wife left his cheek, seeming dissatisfied.

In order to eat the tempting peach in front of him, Fu Yuheng approached her, his hot breath fell on her ears, and his low, magnetic and somewhat bewitching voice sounded from her ears, "Kiss here."

He held her fingers with his bony hands and lifted them to touch his lips, signaling her. His narrow eyes were like a deep pool, staring straight at her as if to suck her in.

Wen Zhihe's heart trembled, her cheeks began to heat up, and she said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? We kissed just now!"

Fu Yuheng raised his lips slyly and said, "My wife didn't ask. If you don't kiss me, then I will."

The tone was somewhat threatening.

Wen Zhihe secretly cursed him in her heart, humph! Bad guy, he only knows how to bully her, damn it?? ? ? ? ??

If she let him kiss her, she might really die.

Fu Yuheng continued to close his eyes, waiting for his wife's kiss~

Wen Zhihe's eyelashes trembled, and she suppressed her pounding heart and slowly moved closer to him. She gently touched his lips with her rosy and plump lips, and then left in a hurry, her face red as if it could be a pancake, "This, this should be okay, right?"

Fu Yuheng opened his eyes and looked at the shy kitten shrinking back. He couldn't help but let out a low laugh and said, "Are you kissing me?"

Wen Zhihe blinked her big watery eyes, as if to say, isn't this still a kiss?

He moved closer to her, curled his lips, and stared at her with tenderness and tenderness in his narrow and long phoenix eyes. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "I want the kind where you stick out your tongue."