Chapter 1787

Fu Weichen frowns and eyes, slender fingers gently shaking the red wine in the goblet, "distance?"

His voice murmured, hardly audible, song Xiaoyu suddenly smelled a dangerous smell.

"I..." She turned around and said, "I've grown up. I can't depend on you as lightly as before." She said, breathlessly, drooping her head, astringent in her heart.

"So the wings are hard." He said, cold tone, his body lazy lean on the bar.

"I didn't, I never thought about that." Song Xiaoyu looks back and stares at him. His eyes turn red.

Fu Wei Chen raised his eyebrows and put the glass on the bar.

Song Xiaoyu also stares at him and thinks that he is really unreasonable. What kind of eyes is he? He inexplicably called her over, what she did, what she called wings hard.

Fu Wei Shen thin lips gently pursed, staring at her, song Xiaoyu don't open eyes of the moment, only feel his waist tight, and then waiting for her to react to the forehead, he was pulled into his arms, "you, um..."

Song Xiaoyu could hardly hold the wine glass in his hand. He What does he mean, he

Man's lips, with his unique man's breath, mixed with a faint aroma of wine, "if the glass falls on the ground, you can clean it up yourself, and this glass of wine is very expensive."

His lips close to her, whispered, song Xiaoyu immediately tightly holding the glass, she has not had time to ask why, he has bowed his head to kiss her again.

Song Xiaoyu, the whole person is in a daze, the man's lips in her lips rolling, she slightly lost in the Kung Fu she took advantage of.

In short, song Xiaoyu has no way to think. She doesn't know when the wine cup was put on the bar, and she doesn't know when she sat on the high stool.

When song Xiaoyu slightly regained his mind, his fingers were clinging to his neck, and he stood in front of her, kissing slowly and patiently.

Her heart beat very fast, but her brain is still a paste like, simply can't think normally.

Fu Weichen's hand pressed on his waist and kissed her lips.

Looking at her wooden appearance, he pretended not to see, the man's fingers along her back waist, stretched in, the moment the button of underwear opened, she suddenly woke up, song Xiaoyu subconsciously wanted to escape, Fu Weichen had already known her intention, pressed her in his arms, lip action did not stop, hand in the clothes to find his favorite place.

Song Xiaoyu grabbed his clothes nervously, "no way!"

Her protest overflowed so tightly between her lips that there was no more sound.

"Distance? Song Xiaoyu, do you want to keep a distance from me He asked, in a cold tone, a few decibels lower than usual.

Song Xiaoyu got a gasp, "I..." She couldn't refuse him at all.

Fu Yu didn't have the guts to kiss her.

"Why don't you talk?" He asked, looking at her mouth a little red.

Song Xiaoyu only feels oppressed. She has a lot of problems in her mind, "I..."

"What?" He asked, looking at her with his eyebrows raised.

Song Xiaoyu is a little angry when he looks at him reversing the appearance of all living beings. Can't he be handsome? If you are handsome, can you kiss her casually?

His thumb rubbed her lips, questioning eyes, deep eyes seem to be more than in the past more than a little smile.

She just didn't dare to ask why he kissed her like this? Song Xiaoyu knows that he has no guts.

She looked at him, at his casual appearance, and did not explain why she had kissed her.

But she said that she wanted to keep a distance with him, but now she is still clinging to his shoulder and kissing her like a raging fire. Song Xiaoyu thinks that he has been discussed by Fu Weishen again. This bastard man, but this bastard man, she really likes it. Her eyes are hot, "do you have a girlfriend?"

"No He answered, his deep eyes locked her.

"But slippers..."

"Yours."

Song Xiaoyu felt that she didn't have any vinegar. She bit her lip and said, "I didn't have a boyfriend in college. I won't refuse you if you kiss me. Anyway Who to kiss is also a kiss. Of course, it's better to kiss a handsome man like you. " She said, holding up his face and lowering her head to kiss him.

Fu Wei sank to think that she is also so justifiable when talking about crooked reasoning. She hugs her waist and responds eagerly.

Song Xiaoyu was held by her, and her fingers were reluctant to leave his face. In short, he felt that it was different from Fu Weichen from today on.

By her against the sofa, lingering kiss, seems to kiss the deepest part of his soul.

Finally, she lay in his arms, she asked nothing, because she didn't dare, he circled her waist, she could kiss her chin as long as she raised her hand, like the warm embrace of lovers, in the sober moment, it was unthinkable for song Xiaoyu, she did not ask, he did not say, she thought, such a man is also lonely? If he likes it, he will say it, so he doesn't like it so much. Is that why?But it doesn't matter. She thinks it's enough.

Fu Wei Chen leaned on the sofa, two months did not see, she is more than before to suntan some, the skin under the neck with the face on the neck is not the same color.

"How's the school?" He asked, with a heavy tone and his fingers touching her soft hair. The girl's hair is dark and bright. It's really beautiful.

"Well, I get up and run every morning." Song Xiaoyu leaned in his arms and talked with him about interesting things about the school.

Fu Wei Shen quietly listen to, looking at the girl's eyebrows, lively temperament.

"Any more?" Fu asked again, in a deep voice.

Song Xiaoyu didn't want to hide anything from him. He turned around and, like a child, lay down in his arms and gently raised his eyes, "well, there are still one thing."

"Well?" He should, even if the movements on his hands are gentle, but his expression does not change much. Song Xiaoyu feels that Fu Weichen's posture is like caressing his cat.

"My paintings sold for a little bit of money."

He did not speak, just listen to her, the man's fingers slowly delimited her neck, very focused, deep eyes are also burning.

"How do you sell it?"

"It was just a chance. I met a man in the school. He was a friend of the dean of the Department. He saw my painting and thought it was very good. He wanted to ask if I wanted to sell it. He had a gallery..." Song Xiaoyu looks at Fu Weichen's expression very attentive, then continues: "I said yes, we talked about the price, 10000 yuan to sell him."

"Do you know how much he sells?"

"Yes, I know that the price I gave him is very low. As I said, I will give him at least 50000 yuan for this painting, but I am willing to give him 10000 yuan."

Fu Wei Shen quietly listening, looking at the arms of such a little girl, in reading her business.

"Although Yongsheng gallery is a gallery, it is not a well-known gallery. He does not even have a little fame in the circle. The response of the boss to push several new people is not great. I checked it and I thought, in fact, I can help him, right? As you said, helping others is helping me. I said she was my bole and gave it to him at a very low price. He remembered my affection. "

Fu Weichen's body center of gravity moved back, and then pillow his arm, "and then?"

"And then? Then the owner of Yongsheng Gallery gave me 30000 yuan, and I accepted it. I said that if my paintings were available, he could sell them for me again. Yongsheng's boss is very good at making a show. Even if I have some talent, I won't be pushed so much. So I want to stand firm in this small place, because Compared with those mature galleries, the southern and Northern painters, with a little talent, will also show my naivety. Such comparison is not very good for my development, but it is different in Yongsheng. "

"Well, not bad." Fu Weichen said, song Xiaoyu's brain is smart, obviously this summer vacation, let her learn something, she didn't stray.

"Anything else? For example, did you miss me or something? " Song Xiaoyu is in a daze. He can't keep up with Fu Weichen's ideas. Isn't he talking about work just now? Why did you talk about it all at once?

"Yes, I must miss you, a handsome man." Song Xiaoyu said that, in short, she was infatuated with his appearance, and there was no problem. Besides, Fu Weichen was lonely. He did not say anything when he held her, and song Xiaoyu thought he was good-looking.

Fu Weichen just eyebrows slightly pick next, "well, very good, continue to maintain."

He got up and took her hand. Song Xiaoyu didn't know where he was going, so he followed him. When he got to the place, he saw that it was a big room.

"I'll be here later, painting, your studio."

Song Xiaoyu Dai, "my studio?"

"Well, song Xiaoyu, your course is not so full, and it's not far from school. Unless you have classes in the evening, remember to come back after class."

Song Xiaoyu blinked and blinked, "are you here, too?"

"Well."

"Well, I'll come."

Fu Weishen said, "well," well, take a bath and sleep. " Fu Weichen said, then turned to the bathroom.

Song Xiaoyu followed, "where is my room?"

Fu Weichen looked back. "Do you need a room?"

"No, why don't I need a room?" Song Xiaoyu can't help mumbling.

"You sleepwalk. You always come to my room at night, so you can save time and sleep with me directly."

Song Xiaoyu: Well, she was happy in her heart and didn't want to refuse at all. 7

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