Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 119 065: Indirect Kissing

Chapter 119 065: Indirect Kissing

Only then was the woman satisfied, and she glared at the man coquettishly. Those eyes, which were exactly like Meng An's, were charming and alluring.

The man was obviously very useful, and his heart was broken by her glance. He pulled out the arm that was held by her, put one arm around her waist, and squeezed suggestively, "After walking for so long, are you tired?" ? Shall we go home now?"

"Tired but not tired," the woman covered her lips and chuckled, and changed the topic, "But you are so impatient, so go back first."

The man raised his lips in satisfaction, his eyes turned to the woman, and he shook his head, even the gold chain around his neck, which was so bright that it was dazzling.

Meng An watched from the side, and suddenly remembered what her mother had told her.

'Men are the wildest beasts, while women are natural trainers. Body and face are the best tools. As long as they are well trained, they can easily get everything they want.As for those who gossip, it's just a few sour words if they don't get it. '

She used to regard this as the truth, but when Mu Jinyue and Fu Yan saw it, a sense of shame suddenly rose in her heart and she wanted to disappear immediately.

"An'an?" The woman's voice pulled her away from her thoughts, "What are you thinking about? Go home quickly, there are still things to do."

Meng An pursed his lips and said yes, but he was still absent-minded.

*

Pedestrians on the street looked in a hurry, Mu Jinyue pulled them away for more than ten meters, and almost let go.

Fu Yan frowned in dissatisfaction, but didn't say anything. With his hands in his pockets, he followed her step by step, and the tone of his mouth was still slightly annoyed: "Why did you drag me away just now?" He didn't think Mu Jinyue didn't see what the man's eyes expressed.

Dirty and nasty, looking back now, his heart is still like burning a torch, wishing to dig out those eyes to relieve his anger.

"If I don't take you away, why are you still watching you rush up to fight with someone?" Mu Jinyue glanced at him, and said coolly: "On the main road, if you suddenly ran over to beat someone, it's your fault that the police came. .”

This is not at school, it's okay for children to fight and play, but that man looks like a scoundrel, if something happened, he would definitely take the opportunity to blackmail Fu Yan.

Fu Yan snorted coldly, and said indifferently: "If it's a big deal, I'll pay him for his medical expenses." That tone had an air of 'I have nothing to fear'.

Mu Jinyue paused, and looked at him expressionlessly: "Are you a local rich man?"

"what?"

"Give me money after beating someone," Mu Jinyue said angrily, "If you have that spare money, you might as well give it to me."

This time Fu Yan stopped talking, Mu Jinyue thought he could calm down for a while, but after only a few seconds, he stopped suddenly.

Mu Jinyue stopped, with a puzzled expression: "Why don't you leave?"

Fu Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Standing in the sun, his whole body was shrouded in a halo. The contours of the ends of his hair were slightly blurred, always lingering around the faint and unruly eyebrows, and his dark eyes were rippling round and round. With a smile, his temperament softened accordingly.

He opened his mouth and said slowly: "As long as you want, I can give you all my money, including the future." The gesture was casual, but every word and sentence carried a heavy weight.

Mu Jinyue's heart missed a beat, and then it beat violently in vain, hitting her chest one after another, as if she was about to jump out of her chest.

The coldness in her eyes was like a cracked layer of ice, the cracks spread, and she was on the verge of falling. She quickly lowered her eyelids, pursed her lips, took two deep breaths before she calmed herself down, raised her eyes and smiled and said, "Your money, I'm afraid It’s not enough to pay for medical expenses.”

Fu Yan heard that she was making a fuss, his eyes sank, and he didn't force her to make a decision now, so he walked up to her and followed her words: "Don't worry, anyone who dares to make me pay for the medical expenses Not many."

Mu Jinyue didn't look at him again, and said "ah" perfunctorily, "That's pretty good." The tone was very casual, but in fact it was extremely embarrassing.

Fortunately, he returned to the hot pot restaurant not long ago. As soon as he entered, he saw Li Tianhao turned his back to them, looking around like a headless chicken.

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows and patted him on the shoulder, "What are you looking for?"

Li Tianhao turned his head abruptly, his eyes lit up, and exclaimed: "Brother Fu, I have found you, where have you been?"

His voice was a bit loud, and people around him looked sideways. Fu Yan was a little impatient, and frowned and said, "Be quiet, I'm surprised." With one hand in his pocket, he said lazily, "Look for me." What are you doing?"

"It's not me, it's Brother Cang," Li Tianhao scratched his head, "The waiter brought over a bowl of tremella soup, and then Brother Cang asked me to come out to look for you, oh, yes, there are also Taozi and the third child." He clapped head, looking around blankly: "Hey, where are they?"

Mu Jinyue also glanced to the side, but didn't see the person he was talking about at all.

"Okay," Fu Yan said casually, "Don't worry about it. When they get tired, they'll go back."

Mu Jinyue: "..." That's true, but can you speak with a little conscience?

Li Tianhao didn't think there was anything wrong, the three of them went back to the private room, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw the two people he pulled out just now were sitting around the pot, eating in full swing.

"Fuck!" Li Tianhao rushed over with his eyes wide open, "When did you guys come back?"

"5 minutes ago," Guo Zhentao said honestly, "The third brother said that he found nothing after searching around, so Brother Fu must have gone out."

Tin foil hot just ate a piece of chili, his face was flushed red from the heat, and he stuck out his tongue and couldn't speak.

Li Tianhao rushed forward to pinch his neck, "Why didn't you ask me to come with you when you came back!"

"I...I..." Tin Foil Tang pulled his hand, rolled his eyes violently, and said hoarsely, "I didn't... didn't see you..."

Mu Jinyue walked in behind Fu Yan, was dumbfounded for two seconds, glanced at the person next to him, and saw that he was watching the play with a smile on his lips, hesitated for a while before lowering his voice and asked: "Did you not come to the theater early?" knew?"

"Well," Fu Yan nodded: "The third brother is a very good thief, so don't worry at all."

Mu Jinyue: "..." So this person has figured out their temperaments and just sits and watches movies every day?

Fu Yan didn't know that Mu Jinyue was complaining about him in his heart. He walked to his seat, and the chairs of the two were pushed away. Maybe they were bumped by those hungry wolves. He helped Mu Jinyue straighten first, and then sat down. Get down, hook your long legs, move forward together with the stool, cross your legs and ask Lu Zicang, "You looking for me?"

"Ah," Lv Zicang drew a long tone, winked at him, and said through a pinch of his throat, "I just want to tell you that the tremella soup you serve is quite sweet."

"Get away," Fu Yan kicked him, and rubbed his arm with chills, "Don't disgust me."

Lu Zicang then blinked. His eyes were narrow and long, and his eyelashes were long. In addition, he was born well, and he was deliberately affectionate and timid without any sense of disobedience. At least in the eyes of a girl like Mu Jinyue, he was quite interesting.

But obviously, the boy didn't think so. Fu Yan's face changed almost instantly, and he looked disgusted: "Can you stop being such a mother?"

Lu Zicang retorted: "This is not called a mother, but cute!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid you have some misunderstanding about cuteness." Fu Yanpi smiled, "If you blink at me again, I will have to pull out your eyelashes while you are sleeping."

When Lu Zicang heard this, he covered his eyes in horror: "Hey, don't be a hairless monster!"

Fu Yan stepped on his stool: "You are a fucking monster!"

Mu Jinyue next to her covered her mouth and smiled, and when she had laughed enough, she approached Fu Yan and asked, "You don't like people blinking?"

When she asked this, she deliberately blinked her eyes twice, obviously to anger him on purpose.

Fu Yan looked at her, hearing the bustling noise, the private room was dimly lit, a light was turned on above her head, and the warm yellow light just fell on her eyes, two small spots of light smeared layers of smiles .

He lost his mind for a moment, then lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, his lowered voice was a little hoarse, very provocative: "Do you remember, I told you not to look at me like that."

Mu Jinyue nodded, "I said it," he said at that time, and he would tell her later, and she guessed, "Because you don't like it?"

"Others don't like it." Fu Yan said.

Mu Jinyue tilted her head and signaled him to continue with her eyes.

"But——" he approached suddenly, his hot breath brushed against her face, his voice was so low that it seemed as if it would disappear into the air as soon as he exited: "you look at me like this, I will want to kiss you."

Mu Jinyue was stunned, her face was hot instantly, and her ears hidden under her hair became red, she moved shyly, and a little bit of crimson ear tips were exposed from the soft black hair.

In fact, she didn't hear what Fu Yan said. The man was almost speaking in a breathy voice. Coupled with the noise around her, she didn't hear a word, but she could read lips and understand.

But now, even if you understand it, you have to pretend not to understand it. Mu Jinyue held her breath, leaned back, looked at the other people in the private room, and saw that they were still busy grabbing food, and didn't pay attention to this corner at all. She pretended to be calm and said, "Speak as you speak, don't get so close." She paused, breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked, "What did you just say? I didn't hear it."

"Didn't hear? Then why are you blushing?" Fu Yan raised the corners of his mouth, under the long and thick eyelashes, black pupils with a smirk, he reached out to pick up a strand of her hair, "not only blushing, but also red ears. "

Mu Jinyue patted his hand away, straightened her hair, her heart was in a mess, and she inadvertently trembled slightly when she spoke, "You're wrong, it's a problem with the light."

"Light?" Fu Yan folded his arms and leaned back, looking at her leisurely, "Yellow light, can it make your face red?"

Mu Jinyue raised her eyelids, the light above her head was not dazzling, it was warm yellow and warm.

Her eyes fell on the tumbling red soup again, and she argued: "It may be because I ate hot pot, it was hot."

"You haven't touched your chopsticks since you came back." Fu Yanping said bluntly.

Mu Jinyue gritted her back teeth, this person, can't he say a few words less!

She lowered her head, picked up the chopsticks at hand, picked up the mushrooms in the pot in front of her, and threw them into her mouth, watching her while chewing with a little force, as if to vent her anger.

Mu Jinyue thought her expression would be fierce, but she didn't know that her face was blushing, her eyes were wide open, and the way her bulging cheeks moved, all became cute in Fu Yan's eyes.

There is even an indescribable allure.

Fu Yan's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled, and a hoarse voice sounded: "You are using my chopsticks."

Mu Jinyue's expression froze, her eyes were dull, her fingers holding the chopsticks were clenched tightly, her cheeks did not move, she subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and directly swallowed the food in her mouth.

On that side, Fu Yan still said meaningfully: "Is this considered an indirect kiss?"

Kiss a ball!

The chopsticks in her hand seemed to be on fire, and Mu Jinyue threw them on the table at once, and asked with a wooden face, "How do you know it's yours? It's clearly by my hand, maybe you remembered it wrong."

"At your hand?" Fu Yan lowered his eyes, "Look at your right hand, ten centimeters away."

Mu Jinyue followed her gaze and saw a pair of chopsticks lying there quietly. The ends of the chopsticks were probably stained with butter, and a thin layer of red grease had solidified.

"See?" Fu Yan leaned closer, and when he spoke, his breath was sprayed on her hair, blowing the hair and itching the pinnae: "That's yours."

"How is it possible?" Mu Jinyue hid to the side with a look of disbelief, "The pair of chopsticks are so far away from my hands, they were obviously placed in front of me when I went out."

"Then do you see chopsticks in front of me?"

Mu Jinyue looked over, slightly frozen.

really not...

Fu Yan explained: "Did you forget that I moved the chair just now?"

Mu Jinyue pursed her lips, as if there was such a thing, she looked at the pattern on the table in front of her, it seemed...it was really different from what she saw before.

"So," Fu Yan concluded, "you are using my chopsticks."

This time it's hammered.

Mu Jinyue became angry from embarrassment, and turned to stare at him: "So what if it's yours? Can't you just use chopsticks?"

His tone was fierce, his eyes were almost rounded, his teeth were gritted... like a kitten with fried fur.

Fu Yan's hands were a little itchy, like stroking her head, and then scratching her chin, to see if she would throw herself into his arms and roll around like a baby.

That image appeared in his mind, his heart was burning hot, and he felt a little dry in vain, just as there was still half a glass of juice in the water glass in front of him, so he picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.

Mu Jinyue suddenly smiled, with a somewhat smug expression, her eyebrows raised, and her tone was light: "You took it wrong, this is my cup!" She regained [-]%, and she was in a great mood.

She was about to say that it was even this time, but Fu Yan shook the cup in his hand, and his smile deepened: "I know."

Mu Jinyue blinked, unable to react.

"I haven't poured juice for myself, and there are only the two of us sitting on this side, it's not mine, it must be yours," he smiled, pressing the glass to his lips, the remaining juice on his lips glowed brightly, His eyebrows and eyes are monstrous, and there is a thrilling beauty under the light, "So, I did it on purpose."

It was intentional, just to kiss indirectly.

No, it should be said that he wants more than this.

(End of this chapter)