Fu simiu chases all the people in the office out, goes to her side, reaches out and unties her clothes. He kisses her voluntarily, and the kisses are all over the body, and Song Yu is gradually addicted to it.

She looked down at him, coldly looked at the man, willing to be her skirt minister, she closed her eyes, feeling the warmth and submission of men to her in the empty office.

The dream lasted for a long time, until she thought she was drowning in it. When the knock on the door rang, Song Yu suddenly woke up.

His head was full of hot sweat, and he was short of breath, and his body was weak, as if he had been squeezed dry by a man.

How can you dream like this?

Song Yuhong face, feel the discomfort of the body, she want to hit tofu heart have.

The knock on the door is still ringing. Song Yu opens the door and sees Fu simu standing at the door.

"What's the matter with you?" The man's sight fell on her delicate red face, with a smile in his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through her.

Song Yuyue was humiliated and confessed by him last night. This morning, he let him see the state of his dream. He was humiliated to death.

Song Yu covered her face with her hand, and her expression was unnatural: "Oh, I just woke up. The indoor temperature was too high last night."

Fu simiu didn't laugh at her any more. He just stretched out his hand and trimmed her hair. His voice was gentle and said, "go and wash. It's going to be late."

"Oh." Song Yu even forgot to close the door and turned to the bathroom.

Fu Simao did not immediately leave, eyes fell on her blurred back, eyes once again deep.

I really want to Kiss her.

Because she didn't sleep well and got up too early in the morning, when Song Yu arrived at the company, her head was hanging, as if she was going to sleep at any time.

Shen Jiaxin came to the company early. Seeing her like this, she couldn't hide her worries.

When we had dinner together at noon, she gently said, "Miss Song, did you not sleep well last night?"

Song Yu yawned and whispered, "you call me Song Yu, but I didn't sleep well."

Shen Jiaxin's expression became more tangled, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "you You and your husband, you last night... "

"Well?" Song Yu looked at her, and Shen Jiaxin blushed slightly. "Forget it, you're married anyway. Miss Song, you can sit here and I'll help you cook."

She took Song Yu's plate and went in line.

Song Yu is even more baffled. What did she and Fu simiu do last night have anything to do with her? She blushes and farts!

She can't like Fu Si mu, but Song Yu looks at her expression, and it doesn't look like that.

It seemed that she didn't want her to be with Fus. Did she really like herself?

Song Yu shivered, wondering whether to ask her about her orientation, and then show her that he has a husband, which is impossible to do with her.

Song Yu thought wildly. Her colleagues in the office didn't find a position, so they sat down opposite her, lowered her voice and laughed at her: "Song Yu, why are you so sleepy? Did you fight with your husband until dawn last night?"

Song Yu's face was instantly red.

The married older female colleagues in the company are all old drivers!

She didn't talk to them. When she got married, it was no secret. She couldn't refute such a thing. She could not tell everyone that she and Fu simiu were in a fake marriage. What has happened to both of them?

While waiting for Shen Jiaxin, Song Yu turns on her mobile phone and finds that Zhao bingyue has sent her several messages.

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