Chapter 673 Subordinate's Wife

It was already one in the morning when Fu Shifan returned to the old house, and he fell asleep in the car.

The old lady and others had already gone to bed, and only a small light was on in the living room.

Fu Zheng carefully carried his daughter upstairs, and Wen Liang followed behind.

When they arrived at Fu Shifan's room, Wen Liang lifted the quilt, Fu Zheng put the little girl down, slowly took off her little leather shoes and cotton coat, and covered her with the quilt.

The two of them left the room quietly.

Fu Qingyue and Fu Yue are not here this year, so there are plenty of rooms.

Wen Liang saw Fu Zheng following behind him and couldn't help but stop at the door of the room, "Isn't there a room over there? Why are you following me?"

Fu Zheng stood behind Wen Liang, the warm light in the corridor making his shadow very long.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on the tip of her slightly red ear, and his voice was low and gentle: "Aliang, on the first day of the new year, you have the heart to let me sleep alone?"

Wen Liang's fingers were still on the door handle, and they tightened upon hearing this.

She recalled the scene in the mall just now when he put his arm around her waist and whispered "Happy New Year" in her ear. At that moment, it seemed as if time had reversed and they were extremely affectionate.

"But..." She bit her lip, "Fanfan is next door..."

Fu Zheng chuckled, his warm breath brushing against her neck: "She is sleeping soundly, and..."

He paused, "We haven't had so much fun in a long time."

Wen Liang's heart skipped a beat.

"Aliang," Fu Zheng's voice became even lower. "Can you please let me in? Tonight."

Wenliang's fingers trembled slightly.

She knew that once she let him in...

However, when she turned around and met his deep eyes, all her rationality collapsed in an instant.

She gently pushed the door open and Fu Zheng followed her into the room.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a silver streak on the floor.

In the moonlight, her eyes sparkled, as if filled with stars.

Fu Zheng put his arms around her waist, lowered his head and kissed her lips gently, tenderly and tenderly.

Wenliang's hands unconsciously climbed up his shoulders, responding to his kiss.

The two of them were so absorbed in it that they didn't even hear the door opening next door.

Until there was a knock on the door.

"Aunt?" Fu Shifan's dazed voice came from outside the door, "I'm thirsty..."

The two separated quickly, and Wen Liang's face flushed red instantly.

She turned on the light nonchalantly, straightened her clothes, and opened the door. "Fanfan, why are you awake?"

Fu Shifan rubbed his eyes and stood at the door, yawning, "I want to drink some water...Auntie, why is your face so red?"

"Hot."

"oh."

Wen Liang took Fu Shifan's hand and said, "Come on, Auntie will take you to drink some water."

Looking at the backs of the two people leaving, Fu Zheng shook his head helplessly.

Fu Shifan was no longer sleepy.

She held her water cup, sucked the straw from her mouth, and stood at the window looking out.

The old house is located a little off the beaten track, so the control is not so strict. Even now, late at night, a few fireworks can occasionally flash across the night sky.

Fu Zheng advised her, "Fanfan, have you finished drinking? It's getting late, drink the water and go to bed."

Fu Shifan bit the straw, glanced at Fu Zheng, turned around and climbed onto the warm and cool bed, and got into the quilt, "Dad, you go, I will sleep with my aunt tonight."

Come to think of it, she hasn't slept with her aunt since she became pregnant!

Fu Zheng: "..."

"You're old enough to go to bed by yourself."

Wen Liang took her pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Before going in, she winked at Fu Zheng.

If he couldn't persuade Fu Shifan to leave, he would have to sleep in another room tonight.

I don’t know how Fu Zheng persuaded him, but when Wen Liang came out, Fu Shifan had already left.

Fu Zheng is not here either.

Wen Liang looked at the closed door, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't lock it.

She blew her hair, turned off the headlights, crawled into bed, closed her eyes and rested.

About ten minutes later, Fu Zheng came back from the bathroom in his pajamas after taking a shower. Seeing that Wen Liang had fallen asleep with even breathing, he walked lightly, lifted the quilt and lay down beside her.

In the warm light of the bedside lamp, Fu Zheng lay on his side, his eyes gently tracing the cool and beautiful sleeping face.

Her eyelashes cast a small shadow in the warm light, and her breathing was even and soft.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently brush away the loose hair on her forehead.

Wen Liang seemed to sense something and moved slightly, but did not wake up.

Fu Zheng's fingertips slid down her cheek and rested on her slightly parted lips.

He thought of the unfinished kiss just now, and his Adam's apple rolled.

I couldn't help it and leaned over.

Gently, trace the shape of his lips with the tip of your tongue.

He freed one hand and slowly unbuttoned the buttons on her pajamas, one, two...

The fabric slides naturally down your sides.

After taking a shower, she was not wearing a bra, revealing her private parts. Fu Zheng's breathing became heavier for a moment, and a hot kiss fell on her collarbone and slowly moved down.

The sound was rustling and the movements were as light as a feather, which made Wen Liang feel itchy inside, but he had nowhere to scratch it.

Her eyelashes trembled.

Heat surged up her body, making her cheeks flush.

Fu Zheng looked up, then lowered his head again.

Wen Liang's breathing gradually became heavier, and she felt that he had given her too much foreplay today.

But it was so light and slow. The more it was like this, the more itchy her body became. She felt more unsatisfied and wanted more.

She bit her lower lip, pretended to turn over unconsciously, and covered her face with her hair.

Fu Zheng paused and waited for her to change her position before continuing his movements.

He felt that the time was about right, so he leaned over and pressed forward.

Wen Liang closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth to prevent any sound from coming out.

But at this time, he changed his strategy and deliberately did bad things.

Wen Liang couldn't help but groan.

Fu Zheng laughed.

Wen Liang paused, then unconsciously opened his eyes. Seeing the scene before him, he exclaimed, "Boss Fu? Why are you in my room?"

As she spoke, she pushed him away.

Fu Zheng was stunned for a moment, then clamped her wrists and raised his head, "Shh... Your husband is next door to us. If you don't want him to know, just keep your voice down."

Wen Liang glanced at the wall and cried, "You...you can't do this. I'm the wife of your subordinate, and he respects you so much..."

Fu Zheng smiled, lowered his head, and whispered in her ear, "If you want to blame someone, blame him for bringing you to me. I thought of doing this the first time I saw you... Don't worry, I will give him a promotion and a raise."

"Mmmmm..."

"I advise you not to tell him, otherwise your husband will bear all my anger."

"You are shameless!"

"Yes, I am indeed shameless, madam. You will see an even more shameless side of me in the future. Hush... Madam, don't make a sound."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Liang was greeted by a violent storm.

After it was over, Fu Zheng hugged Wen Liang from behind.

She whispered, "Boss Fu, can you let me go?"

"No, you can't get rid of me."