Mr Fu, I Really Love You

Chapter 289 can know everything [283]

The watch on the wall was already a little late, and Lin Wen said to the group: "Washing your hands and preparing to eat..."

"Good!" The group held hands on the sofa, licking the small buttocks, climbed down the sofa, put on their own cartoon slippers, and ran to the direction of the bathroom.

Lin warmed with a blanket on hand and Fu Huai'an who came in for the change of shoes: "Aunt Li has already left, saying that the food is hot and can be eaten at the table..."

Fu Huai'an walked to the sofa and handed the book to Lin Wen. It was "Xi Murong's Poetry Collection".

Today, Fu Huai'an went to the company to make a simple arrangement and then he came back. He planned to go to the supermarket with the Lin Wen group at noon.

Not long after Lin Wengang arrived, Fu Huai'an received a phone call from the bookstore next door to the community, saying that Fu Huai'an's 2010 edition of "Xi Murong's Poetry Collection" arrived.

The 2010 edition was not easy to find. The bookstore owner and Fu Huai'an were familiar with each other. Knowing that Fu Huai'an wanted it, it took some time and effort to find it.

Lin Wen reached out to accept the poetry collection, full of doubts.

"That year you were in Iraq, lost a 2010 edition of "Xi Murong", my bookstore owner looked for..."

This thing, Lin Wen has to forget.

In the war in Iraq, where is the poetry collection? !

Lin Wen lost his own bag...

She looked at her new "Xi Murong Poetry" in her hand, and she was warm in her heart: "How do you know that I lost this "Xu Murong Poetry Collection"?!"

Fu Huai'an smiled and held his hands on the sofa back, bending over Lin Lin...

The tall and straight five senses are close, and the contour of fortitude makes Lin warm heartbeat.

She held the poetry in her arms and held her heartbeat, as opposed to Fu Huai'an.

The two of the five senses are very close, and if there is no such thing as breathing, they will only be entangled. Only Fu Huai'an has lowered the voice of the voice: "As long as you have the heart, you can know everything..."

His magnetic low-pitched voice confuses Lin Wen's heartbeat and movement, so that her fingers holding the poems are not consciously tightened, and the curvature of the lips can hardly be lifted.

Fu Huai'an's eyes fell on his delicate cheeks, and Lin Biao's eyebrows were ashamed. Fu Huaian's big hand gently held Lin's thin shoulders, sliding along her slender arm to her wrist, licking her wrist. Children, control the power, bring people to their own direction without lightness...

Lin warmed from the good flow, kneeling on the sofa on one knee, holding the poetry in one hand, Fu Huaan's small hand holding the wrist on the back of the sofa, looking up at Fu Huai'an who was bent down at the height, seeing his white shirt collar. The sensation of the throat is slightly up and down, and the frequency of the forest warm heartbeat gradually accelerates.

He held the hand of Lin Wen’s back with his big hand, and the slender fingertips of the fingers were faintly immersed in the hair of the ponytail. The distance between the two was closer...

The feeling of male health of Fu Huai'an is wrapped in the whole body of Lin Wen. The heat of his breath is swept over the tip of Lin Wen's nose and itching.

His deep-eyed eyes condensed her and gradually approached.

Lin warm eyelashes tremble.

There was a group that was even more nervous when Lin was shy and shy, and the pair of scorpions like the deer did not look at Fu Huai'an for a moment, and the curvy neck was red with the ears.

His head is getting lower and lower, and the faces of two people are getting closer...

Fu Huai's straight nose tip gently touched Lin's warm and delicate nose, her nervous belly was hard and her breathing was disordered.

Lin Wen only felt a slap in the face of the scalp.

(End of this chapter)