We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

Fu Ruoshi was like he was electrocuted and exploded.

Wen Zhixia's words at this moment sounded like teasing to him now...

He was born in a season when all things grow. Men born in this season have extremely strong demands.

In the past, he was willing to endure it out of respect for her.

Tonight she kissed me and provoked me with words.

He had never seen Wen Zhixia so proactive. If he could still hold back, he would have to doubt his own sexual orientation!

Seeing the flames burning in his eyes, Wen Zhixia felt bad and was about to push him away, but Fu Ruoshi picked him up by the waist and carried him into the bedroom...

"Hey..." Although Wen Zhixia didn't intend to refuse outright, she didn't expect his reaction to be so intense. "Calm down, this old house has poor sound insulation!"

Fu Ruoshi became speechless when this matter came up.

He turned a deaf ear to her, kissed her, and gently put her on the bed. He lingered on her lips and teeth while taking off his suit.

Wen Zhixia felt like there was a nimble little snake in her mouth, chasing her tongue, robbing her of her breath, and about to go into her throat.

She was about to suffocate and struggled and kicked her legs twice, but Fu Ruoshi freed one hand, pressed down her snow-white ankle, and pressed her straight on the bed.

The enchanting tip of his tongue swept across every corner of her, reluctant to leave.

Maybe it was due to lack of oxygen or she was really fooled by his kiss, but Wen Zhixia gradually gave up resisting, put her arms around his broad shoulders, and scratched his back like a kitten.

Fu Ruoshi thought that she was annoyed by his clothes, and he became even more excited.

He unbuttoned the shirt with one hand and pulled it off, pressing it forcefully...

Wen Zhixia was finally overwhelmed by his swift attack.

"Hmm!" She patted his back, and after he relaxed, she slipped out from between his lips and teeth, breathing in deep breaths of fresh air.

"Enough, enough," her cheeks flushed with the rising temperature, "Stop! I can't take it anymore."

No matter how reluctant Fu Ruoshi was, once Wen Zhixia told him to stop, he had to do it even if he didn't want to.

He stared at Wen Zhixia for a while, kissed her smooth forehead, then rolled off her and lay on his back beside her.

Both of them were breathing slightly and staring at the ceiling in a daze.

After the two got married, Fu Ruoshi was always the one who took the initiative in this matter.

Wen Zhixia had no experience and let him dominate her, thinking he was experienced...

He actually has no experience...

So every time he tortured me to death.

Because the parts are in place, but the technology is not.

This was also the part that Fu Ruoshi realized belatedly, feeling that he had not taken good care of her.

When Wen Zhixia turned her head to look at him, she found that Fu Ruoshi's arm was bleeding from being scratched by herself.

"Ouch," she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

Fu Ruoshi grabbed her hand and kissed it, "It doesn't hurt, you can grab it as much as you want, kitten."

Obviously, he had not yet recovered from the passion of a moment ago, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body.

Fu Ruoshi does not have a very broad and burly frame. His bones are long and slender, and he looks handsome and elegant when he is dressed. But when you really touch him, you will find that his muscles are well-trained to be hard and strong. Once he takes off his clothes, he exudes a completely different kind of masculine power.

Wen Zhixia touched his scratches, and he turned around, put his arms around Wen Zhixia's waist again, and pulled her into his arms.

"I will work harder in the future," he kissed her ear, "I won't let you down."

Although he was serious, Wen Zhixia thought he was talking dirty, so she nudged him with her shoulder and said, "That's it for tonight. Don't push your luck."

Fu Ruoshi laughed lazily, "How dare I push my luck?"

That’s hard to say!

At this moment, Wen Zhixia leaned against him, her heartbeat almost deafening her ears.

Something was pressing against my waist.

"What are you going to do now?" Wen Zhixia bit her lip, with something hidden in her words.

Fu Ruoshi was stunned for a moment before he realized what she was talking about.

The arrow is on the string and must be shot.

……

"I'll take care of it myself."

He let go of her, got up and went to the bathroom...

......

After taking a shower and drying his hair, Fu Ruoshi came out of the bathroom and smelled the familiar aroma of food.

He followed the smell to the kitchen and saw Wen Zhixia wearing an apron and cooking instant noodles.

"Have you finished your shower?" Wen Zhixia turned off the heat and poured the noodles into a bowl when Fu Ruoshi came in. "Then you can help yourself. I'll fry you an egg. We don't have anything else to eat at home, so I'll go buy some tomorrow."

Fu Ruoshi looked at the big bowl of yellow Shin Ramen, with a few slices of green lettuce and greasy luncheon meat on top, which made him hungry.

I want to cry.

It is really true that all the delicacies from land and sea are not as good as this bowl of five-dollar instant noodles.

"What's wrong?" Wen Zhixia looked at him in a daze while holding the noodles, and suddenly remembered, "Oh, right, you don't eat carbs at night."

She grabbed the bowl and said, "Give it to me, I'll have insomnia if I don't eat carbs."

"Who said I don't want to eat?" Fu Ruoshi snatched it back, "I didn't eat anything during the day. Today is my first meal. If you want to eat, I can cook another bowl for you."

Wen Zhixia: "Actually, this is the last bag of instant noodles."

Embarrassed.

Recently she has been either in meetings or on business trips, and all the food at home has been sent to Fan Xiaolin and Chen Zhuo, and now they are out of food.

"That's fine," Fu Ruoshi said, "You eat first, and I'll eat what's left."

Wen Zhixia nodded, "Eat the fried egg, I'll add some sauce for you."

"Row."

The living room was lit with warm lights.

Wen Zhixia had eaten half of it, and Fu Ruoshi had just finished the fried egg.

He took her bowl and found that she had not touched a single bite of the luncheon meat, leaving it all for herself.

I was afraid the meat would get cold, so I buried it at the bottom of the noodles.

Fu Ruoshi couldn't bear to try to gain her kindness, so he ate everything up.

This was the most delicious and happiest meal he had ever had in his almost thirty years of life.

one.

After all, as long as I am with her, I will be happy even if there is nothing to eat.

"Eat slowly," Wen Zhixia watched him wolf down his food, "Don't drink the soup base, you'll be very thirsty after that."

Fu Ruoshi looked up at her innocently, "When I think about it being made by you, I want to eat the whole bowl."

"You should control yourself," Wen Zhixia said with a smile, "you should eat regularly. You can't skip meals and eat half as much. It's not good for your health."

In fact, Fu Ruoshi knew very well that Wen Zhixia was very busy at work and she couldn't always have time to cook for him. He also didn't want her to be burdened by the daily necessities of life.

Fu Keming's death still had an impact on him. The reason why he returned to the United States immediately after the funeral was because he wanted to spend time alone to digest his depressed mood.

But this also made him understand more about cherishing the present and every moment with his lover.

"Why are you staring at me?" Wen Zhixia got goose bumps when she saw him staring at her. "I won't wash the dishes. You clean up after you finish eating."

"Of course I'll wash the dishes," Fu Ruoshi said with a malicious smile, "I mean, it's too cold outside today, I don't want to go out again."

Wen Zhixia knew what he meant even with her toes.

I want to stay here!

No matter how hard a fox pretends to be a dog, its true nature will eventually be exposed!

Wen Zhixia stood up and threw the rag on the table into Fu Ruoshi's arms.

"Clean up the kitchen and living room."