Strongly Locked Up, Fu Shao’s Dumb New Wife

Su Xiang was stunned, and took a look at it. It was really a nightgown.

She looked at the man silly, why did she wear a nightgown to watch a movie?

"Don't worry, the nightgown is newly bought, and there will be no personal items for second use here."

This kind of theater is not to make money for those movie tickets, it is nitpicking on the details.

Fu Hanchuan just turned his head to the back room and motioned her to go in. Su Xiang had to go over with his nightgown, walked in and took a look, and suddenly found that there was a bathing place in this room.

She changed her dressing gown and came out. Fu Hanchuan was already lying on the sofa. At the beginning of the movie, music was still playing. It was an old movie with a nostalgic taste.

Fu Hanchuan looked back and stretched out his hand towards Su Xiang. Su Xiang put his small hand in his palm, and he pulled her into his arms with a pull.

The lights in the theater dimmed, only the light on the screen.

Su Xiang leaned on his chest, surrounded quietly, listening to his powerful heartbeat, from the tension at the beginning to the relaxation later.

The customer service came in once, and the cart that was pushed in was filled with fruits, desserts and red wine, as well as a plate of exquisite cod steak.

"You didn't eat anything tonight." He put the dinner plate on the coffee table and let Su Xiang eat, then put his big hand on her waist, looking like he was hugging him, but his eyes were watching the movie in front of him. .

Except in bed, they have never been so close.

Su Xiang's heart was beating, his cheeks were fiery, and he quietly glanced at him.

He actually knew that she didn't eat much at night.

"Are you upset at night?" Low Chun's voice suddenly sounded, even better than the actor's voice, and it was close at hand.

Su Xiang's chewing mouth paused while eating, and then nodded, her heart sinking again.

The meaning of the parents-in-law was so obvious that it was even more explicit every time, and she was almost driven out of the house with a broom.

Su Xiang squeezed the knife and fork in his hand and lowered his head.

She thought about leaving Fu's house, but as soon as she saw Fu Ying, she couldn't do it.

When she walked in, she saw that her son was with the woman who might be his mother in the future, and she almost couldn't help rushing over to hug him.

After having dinner just now, while they were watching TV in the living room together, Madam Zhuo Ya called her away again.

They stood at the back of the hall, and Madam Zhuoya pointed to the remaining three in the living room and said to her: "Look, Miss Jin likes Fu Ying very much. She treats him very well, you can rest assured."

In that case, it hurts my heart.

When her back warmed, Su Xiang turned her head, Fu Hanchuan half embraced her, held her hand with his big hand, and put the fork she was holding into her mouth, and ate the piece of foie gras that she had forgotten to eat.

He said: "Miss Jin is a guest."

After speaking, he leaned back and sat down.

A sentence that is neither hot nor salty, nor salty, is even inexplicable. Su Xiang glanced at him, some of which understood, but not very clear.

The light of the screen was clearly extinguished on the man's face, making his expression unreal, but Su Xiang felt inexplicably relaxed.

The corner of her lips curled slightly, and she picked a cherry and put it into his mouth.

Leaning in his arms, but being pressed under him, he ate another cherry of hers, itchy and itchy...

After playing for a while, he leaned back in his chair, Su Xiang panting for breath, looking up at him with his eyes closed, with a tired look between his eyebrows.