Chapter 61

"Fu Zhiran, what I didn't do before I was 18 years old. Today, even if you cry out, I will succeed."

As he said it, he grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it hard. All the buttons were pulled off.

He was fierce, and every look and every movement showed his determination to do it.

Fu Zhiran was afraid.

She pushed him hard, "Lan Jingyan, get up."

She always side face, do not look at LAN Jingyan's face, face is still hanging.

LAN Jingyan action pause, a hand holding Fu Zhiran's chin, forced her to look at himself, "are you angry?"

He picked the tip of his brow with a firm voice.

Fu Zhiran denied, "No."

Then she cast her eyes on LAN Jingyan. Looking at her face, she was surprised.

"What's the matter with you? What's wrong? " She said while touching LAN Jingyan's body. When she touched her back, she obviously felt that Lan Jingyan's body became stiff.

There's a wound on his back!

Under the tension, Fu Zhiran's strength becomes particularly big, and pushes LAN Jingyan away. She gets up and reaches out to lift LAN Jingyan's shirt.

LAN Jingyan raised a hand, clasped her wrist, grabbed her little hand and put it somewhere in his hand, "it's not comfortable here."

The corner of his lips raised, and the evil spirit of his smile swayed.

But it didn't disgust people at all. Instead, she wanted to bite him.

Sprouted this idea, Fu Zhiran suddenly blushed, "don't hooligans, in the end where uncomfortable, let me see."

She was embarrassed and annoyed, "if you don't let go of LAN Jingyan, I will abolish your second son. Do you believe it?"

LAN Jingyan said with a smile: "waste it, anyway, without you, this life he is a waste."

"Lan Jingyan, you are shameless. You should read such a book."

"Young master, I'm not trying to learn from my experience and serve you well in the future."

A word brings Fu Zhiran into memory, her heart is soft and soft.

Lie down, close to his pale handsome face, whisper: "you first let me see where your injury, OK?"

This is the first time in five years that Fu Zhiran approached him actively and purposelessly.

LAN Jingyan raised her hand and touched the back of her head. Then she slowly slid down and moved it to her back. She gently pulled the belt of her dress.

Scattered, her upper body in front of his eyes, at a glance.

Do not give Fu Zhiran the opportunity to resist, he stood up his head, mouth.

Fu Zhiran's arm is soft and falls into LAN Jingyan's arms.

His thick breath clings to her skin, like a feather scratching lightly. The crisp and numb comfort makes her lose her heart gradually.

……

Barely satisfied, uncle LAN got out of bed and picked up his clothes. He looked down at Fu Zhiran and said, "over the years, the technology has not improved at all."

Their mode seems to return to the past. Fu Zhiran leans on the head of the bed, covers the quilt, and loses the slightest shyness on her face.

In the face of LAN Jingyan's dislike, she frowned and pursed her lips and said, "it's strange that Rong Yue didn't give me the chance to improve."

LAN Jingyan

He gritted his teeth, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Out of the bathroom, he finally took off his baggy shirt and put on his bathrobe.

When he got back to bed, the first thing Fu Zhiran did was to hold the back collar of his bathrobe.