In that instant, Rong Yan realized who was comforting whom.
I felt like Fu Jingsheng was about to cry.
Rong Yan was afraid that he would regret losing his composure in front of his friends today and blame her for not stopping him when he sobered up tomorrow, so she tried to stop Fu Jingsheng again, saying that he was full and could leave.
Fu Jingsheng got emotional and couldn't hold back. He put his arm around Ye Jianming's shoulder and drank half a glass of wine, as if to bolster his courage.
“I ordered a custom-made pillow with Rong Yan’s picture on it. It’s almost half a person tall. I hug it to sleep every day, I sleep on it, and sometimes I kiss it…” Fu Jingsheng hadn’t finished speaking when he felt like he couldn’t breathe.
In a daze, I seemed to see a hand covering my nose and mouth.
Shen Xingzhi tried her best not to laugh, after all, it was such a sad thing, but in less than two minutes, she couldn't help it anymore. The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, and she said with a smile, "Rong Yan, Fu Jingsheng has fantasized about you many times, what does it mean to sleep with your head on the pillow?"
Rong Yan's face darkened. She rolled her eyes at her best friend: "Shen Xingzhi, that's enough. Why are you getting involved? Can't you see that these two are drunk and can't keep their mouths shut?"
"Wife...wife..." Fu Jingsheng cried out, hugging Rong Yan's waist and acting coquettishly. "Really, wife, I'll still hug you while I'm fighting..." Before he could finish the last two words, Rong Yan pressed his head down.
Fu Jingsheng's entire face was pressed against Rong Yan's body, and he couldn't breathe through his nose and mouth.
He was suffocating. The man forced open a small gap and gasped for breath.
For the first time, Rong Yan felt that it was a bad thing for a man to be tall; for example, she couldn't pull Fu Jingsheng up at all right now.
This guy is practically admitting to masturbating; if he stays any longer, he'll probably spill the beans about his married life.
Ye Jianming suddenly clapped his hands: "Brother, I understand. I'll print Hanzhi's photo on my pillow so I can be with her every day."
"Ye Jianming, don't listen to Fu Jingsheng's nonsense. Two people who aren't thinking straight are chatting so enthusiastically." Rong Yan was speechless. Shen Xingzhi was actually enjoying the gossip, even though they were all family.
"Rong Yan, let me talk to my brother some more. If you have something to do, go back first. I'll take my brother home later." Ye Jianming's gaze was unfocused, yet he actually offered to take Fu Jingsheng home.
"That's enough. I'll find you a designated driver. You two can go home separately." Rong Yan didn't dare let the two of them chat any longer.
One dares to speak, the other dares to believe.
She called a designated driver and asked the waiter to help her take Ye Jianming upstairs first, then picked up Fu Jingsheng, and finally said goodbye to Shen Xingzhi before leaving with Fu Jingsheng.
The man kept talking to himself on the way.
"Rong Yan, I haven't finished yet. Where are you taking me? Oh right, to the hotel. I have a screenshot in my phone's photo album. I've paid the bill. Let's go to the hotel." Fu Jingsheng remembered this quite clearly.
Rong Yan parked her car on the side of the road, rummaged through the man's pocket, unlocked his phone, and sure enough, there was one.
Going back like this, she might just start bragging to the housekeeper again. It's better to stay elsewhere. Rong Yan sent her mother-in-law a message saying she wouldn't be home that night.
Han Yue and Grandma Fu were in Jin City. She returned to Rong Yan and said, "Grandma and I aren't going home tonight either. We're in Jin City. I forgot to tell you."
Jin City? The city name in Rong Yan's reader chat box? What would she be doing in Jin City at this time?
"Wife, I'm thirsty." Fu Jingsheng lay back in the back seat and reached out to grab Rong Yan.
"Bear with it, the hotel isn't far from here." Rong Yan didn't bother to ask her mother-in-law how she ended up in Jin City, and went to the hotel with Fu Jingsheng first.
After completing the check-in procedures, the hotel staff helped Fu Jingsheng upstairs.
When the door opened, Rong Yan was stunned. The Strawberry Bear themed room was filled with bright pink, which was particularly striking. Thinking of the bright red themed room that Fu Jingsheng had booked last time, Rong Yan seriously doubted this man's taste.
The house has a rather simple color scheme, so why do people who come out live in such flamboyant places?
Fu Jingsheng struggled to open his eyes. The thing in front of him swayed, but he could tell it was the place in the picture: "Wife, not too rough yet?" The man smiled, seeking praise.
"Hehe, not bad, really not bad." Rong Yan smiled insincerely as she helped Fu Jingsheng into the room and locked the door.
"I'll order some hangover soup, you lie down for a while." The woman took care of Fu Jingsheng like she was taking care of a child. "The air conditioner is on, cover yourself with a blanket."
The man hooked his leg around her, and Rong Yan climbed onto him.
He pressed his nose against the woman's neck and sniffed deeply: "Wife, you smell so good. Have you taken a shower? Are you waiting for me to come home after your shower?"
"Is he drunk or not?" Rong Yan was unsure.
“I’m not drunk, wife. Didn’t we agree to get a room tonight? I thought about it yesterday, but you were asleep. I can’t escape you today.” Fu Jingsheng said, his eyes half-closed.
He wanted to reach out and touch the woman's nose, but he couldn't find the right spot with his hand.
"Listen to me, I'll order you some hangover soup first, then I'll keep you company." Rong Yan propped herself up on the bed.
Fu Jingsheng rolled over and lay flat on his back, then put his hands on Rong Yan's legs: "Wife, let's get it here. I want to drink water, I want to drink from your mouth."
The man waited a while, and when he saw Rongyan put down her phone, he tilted his head back, pouted, and said, "Wife, kiss me."
Fu Jingsheng climbed onto Rong Yan.
The slender woman couldn't withstand the teasing of such a large man. She went limp within minutes, gave up struggling, and lay in the man's arms.
Fu Jingsheng slowly explored, finally stopping at the woman's lips. He pried open her teeth with his tongue and sucked the saliva from her mouth.
"Wife, not enough, I want more." Fu Jingsheng moved down.
He thought? Rong Yan's mind went blank, and she covered herself there.
Even a simple kiss feels unclean, yet he still wants to quench his thirst. Has Fu Jingsheng gone mad?
Judging from Fu Jingsheng's current state, Rong Yan wondered if she would end up like this when she was drunk.
Alcohol is indeed not a good thing; I'll be more careful in the future.
Rong Yan tried to recall what she had done after drinking, but Fu Jingsheng had already touched her there.
Mistaking the woman's hand for her destination, the man's tongue lingered on the back of her hand: "Why isn't there any water?"
Rong Yan: ……
My hands are so itchy, but I don't dare let go.
A few minutes later, Fu Jingsheng realized something was wrong: "Why are you trying to fool me with your hands? Do you really think I'm drunk?" He pried the woman's hands off.
Pull back the only layer of cover.
Perhaps it was because she had been drinking, but Rong Yan felt that the man's tongue was unusually warm today.
Um……
ah……
She forgot her shame, and a groan escaped her lips.
Fu Jingsheng sucked on it.
"Fu Jingsheng." Rong Yan reached out to pull the man away; kissing him was no longer enough to quell her desire.
"Wife," Fu Jingsheng replied habitually, but made no further move.
"Honey, I want to."
"What are you thinking about?" Fu Jingsheng tried to focus his gaze. He saw that Rong Yan's face was flushed and her hands were pulling him up.
I miss you.
"My what?" the man asked, feigning ignorance.
Should I really say it? Rong Yan bit her lip.
Looking down, he saw Fu Jingsheng holding a bulging object and asking, "This? Okay, I'll give it to you right away."
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