Shrank to a 3-Years-Old Child

It was just a complaint about her husband being too busy and not taking care of the family. Now that she has to apologize, and the memory of the two people getting along since they became small before, Qingqing forgave Fu Heng.

It's incredibly refreshing.

Seeing Fu Heng raised his head halfway and stared at him blankly, there was an inexplicable sense of cuteness on his cold face, which amused Qingqing.

She stretched her arms around Fu Heng's neck, pulled his head down, and gave a loud boo.

"Why, have you recovered? I will continue without recovery."

Suddenly I felt that my husband was silly and naive, and was very easy to molest.

"Naughty," whispered pettingly.

Fu Heng's big palm supported Qingqing's slender waist to prevent her from falling unsteadily. The two were very close, and the ambiguous breath gradually spread.

"I have given birth to my son for several months. No, it's because our son has grown up and is married. My body should be recovered...cough...it's almost done."

Qingqing's face was red, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

Well, she is just asking for a reasonable husband and wife life. They have been married for two years...

No, it's been more than 20 years, and the old couple should have a tacit understanding with each other.

Even if Fu Heng didn't understand the hint at first, seeing her uncomfortable shyness would be a blessing to the soul.

The main reason was that his mentality was still hovering over his wife and he didn't realize this.

As for now, the little wife could not bear to imply to this point.

There is no reason not to eat meat to the mouth?

As soon as his sturdy arms used force, he lifted Qingqing up the whole waist, and led her upstairs in a princess hug.

"I have some questions, I want to talk to you in the room."

As he got closer, Qingqing could clearly perceive the vibration of the man’s chest when he was speaking, his face turned redder, and the whole person was still trapped in a cloud and misty feeling, ecstatic.

Qingqing got up from the bed in pain all over, with disheveled hair and a clearly sleepy look on her face.

A pair of powerful arms circled the mountain and slender waist from her back, leaning against her, seeming to keep her reluctantly.

"Don't make trouble, I have something to go out."

She patted her big hand on her waist as if she was soothing the puppy, until the other party loosened it like a compromise, then she walked towards the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Qingqing sat refreshingly in front of the dressing table and put on makeup, while Fu Heng had a suit and leather collar, and was ready to go out.

He needs to meet an important guest today, and it is necessary etiquette to go out early.

Drop the last red lips and complete the entire makeup, Qingqing! Qing smiled at herself in the mirror, perfect.

Noting her husband standing in front of the full-length mirror and wearing a tie, she took a small object from the dressing table and walked in lightly.

The slender bare hand slowly drew across Fu Heng's chest, bringing out a touch of charm, which caused the man's Adam's apple to move slightly.

Lifting his head, his red lips curled up with a charming arc, and as his eyes waved, Fu Heng only felt his throat tighten.

Before he could move, Qingqing had already moved his hind legs and looked at him with satisfaction: "Well, adding a little decoration is more pleasing to the eye."

Looking at the huge full-length mirror and looking at the extra sapphire tie clip on the black tie of the tall man inside, Fu Heng also knew what his wife was doing.

This little naughty ghost.

A **** low smile overflowed from the throat, and the silky baritone passed into the eardrum, causing Qingqing's ears to be slightly itchy, and his heartbeat couldn't help but fast.

She rubbed her ears unconsciously, and suddenly felt that Fu Heng was deliberate.

In order to retaliate for his ‘naughty’ behavior just now.

"Go ahead, I will go to your company to find you in the afternoon after I finish my work in the morning, but don't show me any little fairies dangling in front of you."

Qingqing, who feels that he cannot hold his rank, pushes Fu Heng out in shame, and adds a threat at the end.

Humph, if it weren't for this blue face who attracts bees and butterflies, how could she be threatened with express delivery every day.

There are still some messy and ambiguous photos, but the traces of the photos are so obvious that she can't bear to look directly at it.

If you don't believe it or don't believe it, it's true that you are unhappy.

In the past few days, Qingqing knew the job when he was in Qi Fuheng, and didn't know how to coax her.

Knowing that her memory has recovered recently, many times it is easy to be confused by new memories, and she doesn't know how much she cares about her, so she has to have an episode. This guy knows that women, no matter how old they are, like to be coaxed by sweet words. .

Sending off Fu Heng, Qingqing changed into simple casual clothes and went out.

She is not going to any formal occasions, she doesn't talk about dressing and matching.

Arriving at the destination on time, standing in front of the strange private restaurant, Qingqing's eyes are a little complicated.

But it was only a moment. The next moment, she cleaned up her mood and stepped into this quaint private restaurant.

The lobby manager who had received instructions from the boss long ago stood by the door and personally guided Qingqing.

"Guest, please come here."

The two went one after the other to the door of a wing in the inner courtyard. The manager paused and politely backed away for a certain distance: "We, Mr. Han, are waiting for you inside." "Thank you." Qingqing raised his head and thanked him immediately! That is, reach out and push open the empty wooden door.

Before I could see the inner scene clearly, the elegant fragrance came out.

Qingqing raised his eyes and saw that what he could see was an incense burner in the middle of the room with a smoky smoke rising from it. The fragrance in the room was the smell of the spices in the stove after being burned.

It smells very good, blending with the breath of ancient rhyme.

In this dynasty, there were houses with carved beams and painted buildings, and there were delicious wines and delicacies of color, fragrance, and natural beauty.

The beauty leaning on the side of the low tower is dressed in a light blue cheongsam. The perfect tailoring brings out her more perfect figure.

If the beauty doesn't look tired and dying on the cushion.

"You didn't sleep at night and jumped all night Di?" Qing Qing raised his eyebrows, and broke the silence of the room.

When the words fell, she suddenly remembered the embarrassing identities of the two of them now, and she stopped chatteringly.

As if he hadn't noticed the atmosphere suddenly quieted down, Qingqing went straight forward and sat on the other side of the short step. He didn't see the field reaching out to twist a piece of mung bean cake on the table and put it into his mouth.

"I didn't eat it in the morning, so I planned to rub you on a big meal on an empty stomach, but you gave me these cold things?"

In fact, it's not cold. The pastries made by the master in the morning have just come out of the pot. It is hot and it tastes best.

But Han Weilan also knows that Qingqing picks her mouth, and her squeamish stomach is uncomfortable if she doesn't drink hot porridge in the morning.

"The breakfast prepared for you is here."

She got up and brought Qingqing around to behind the screen. There was a table of Eight Immortals. The table was simply two cups of seafood porridge and some side dishes.

They are all very simple dishes, but you will know that they are not easy when you eat them.

Qingqing was not in a hurry to talk to Han Weilan, so she would fill up her hungry stomach before talking.

When there was stock in her belly and her stomach warmed up, she couldn't control her little mouth.

"You were not hi outside last night, but you should have a good time at home."

While speaking, her thief gaze was still looking back and forth over the drop-shaped collar hole exposed in front of Han Weilan's cheongsam.

Han Weilan lowered her head subconsciously, and immediately raised her hand to cover her, her pretty face stained with red clouds. It turns out that the edge of the water droplet that highlights the collarbone and the **** reveals half of the red mark. !

I told the **** that he was not allowed to leave a mark on her body, but he didn't listen to him until he answered. But she was tossed so hard that she couldn't stop him.

After being teased, the shy gaze inadvertently swept across Qingqing, and he saw something sharp.

Everyone is a woman who has gone through things, so there is nothing to understand.

Immediately, Han Weilan retorted: "Also, I didn't know who it was last night. On the white and delicate shoulders of our little rich woman...tsk tut..."

Qingqing lowered her head, and then it was her turn to blush.

Just knowing to dust her neck, but forgetting to block her shoulders, and wearing a shoulder-length skirt, is for fear that others will not know what she did.

This time the two were tied and looked at each other. Years of tacit understanding made them choose to skip this topic that embarrassed each other.

I picked up chopsticks and icing tofu for myself. Qingqing took the chopsticks to divide the tofu into small pieces to facilitate the entrance for a while, and asked: "Let's talk, hiding from me for so long, should I give a reason?"

Qing Qing raised her eyes, her gaze fell on Han Weilan's body as if it were real, almost penetrating her.

"Just for such a ridiculous reason?" She was almost amused.

"I think our friendship for so many years is stronger than that of a stinky man." Her tone was hurt.

I didn't mind that her own father was said to be a smelly man, Han Weilan lowered her head, and the familiar feeling of guilt came to her heart. If it weren't for her reason, she might choose to escape again.

"That person, after all, is the provider of my other half of the chromosomes, he almost killed you, more than once, you can really..."

"Stop it!" Qingqing raised his hand to stop Han Weilan's words: "I also made your father go to jail twice. This time he can't get out completely. Do you hate me? Even if only a little bit of blame?"

"No." Han Weilan shook her head honestly: "I can't wait for him to die. He deserves it in jail. I only have pleasure. How can I hate you?"

If it wasn't for the men behind Qingqing to do it too quickly, she might be the one who should do it.

"That's not enough." Qingqing spread his hands, free and easy: "You don't hate me and I don't blame you. We are also offset, why should we bother to the point where we can't communicate with each other? ..."

Qingqing squinted dangerously, "You lied to me when you said that you love me?"

It looked like he was looking at a scumbag who abandoned her after all.

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