Fu Tong'er walked over to Jiu Ye, took the brush, thought for a moment, then looked up at the man who was like a father and a brother to her. Seeing him walk behind her, she was about to speak when a pair of strong arms stretched out from her waist.
"You write."
He spoke close to the top of her head.
"You are young, don't be afraid."
Fu Tong'er smiled. So what if Jiu Ye was a dozen years older than her? Who said true love only comes from people of the same age? Could it be that Jiu Ye gave it to her, wasn't it?
"Master Jiu won't blame me? What if I write it and Master Jiu gets angry..." She was still a little scared.
After all, she was only nineteen years old. Jiu Ye not only had top power, but was also fourteen years older than her and his face was not young either.
The man didn't say much. He freed one hand, held her hand holding the pen, dipped it in ink, scraped the inkstone, and stopped.
…
"Master Jiu~" Fu Tong'er wanted to quickly turn around and take a look at the man's chest. She had already thought of how to respond in her mind, but she was not sure whether she could write it on paper.
However, the moment she turned around, Lu Zhenzhi had already bent down, tilting his head and waiting calmly.
The two looked at each other.
…
At this moment, it stops.
…
He used his strength to steady her hand holding the pen, and ink dripped onto the inkstone.
Looking at the man's beard, Fu Tong'er was distracted.
At this moment, the hand that was rubbing the fetus on her lower abdomen moved to her waist, and with a little force, she moved closer to the strong body behind her.
Fu Tong'er staggered back two steps and leaned into Jiu Ye's arms. As soon as she stood firm, her chin was fixed by the big hand that was holding her tightly.
"Jiu..." Her right hand was still tightly held by Master Lu Jiu, holding the brush.
"What are you writing?" Master Lu Jiu began to lick Fu Tong'er's lips. "Hmm?"
"Write~" Fu Tong'er wanted to turn her eyes to look at the brush, at her right hand tightly held by Jiu Ye's big palm, and at the blank letter paper, but her chin was twisted away again and again.
"Be good, little girl. If you move around, how can I eat..." Lu Zhenzhi bit her lips again and again, "What are you writing to mother, huh?"
"Write, well, write, whatever."
!
After Fu Tong'er said this, Jiu Ye stopped biting her lips and just stared at her.
"Whatever..." The man bit his tongue again. This time, he pinched Fu Tong'er's jaw with his free hand and kissed her from her lips to her earlobe!
He bit hard!
Fu Tong'er groaned in pain.
Suddenly, the hand holding the pen was lifted up by Jiu Ye, and with a few strokes, two words appeared on the letter paper in Jiu Ye's handwriting.
Then, the man swung the brush in his hand with force, and the ink splashed onto the tree trunk outside the window!
The hand was also forcefully placed on the man's neck by that big hand.
"Master Jiu, what are you doing...it's daytime now~"
Jiu Ye ignored her and held Fu Tong'er's waist tightly. At this moment, he was very satisfied with his past self.
Men like girls who are 18, and so does he.
Kissing and spinning, Fu Tong'er was made dizzy by Jiu Ye's old Taoist priest. When she fell on the bed, the hook of the curtain fell off...
When it was getting dark, the Fu Mansion was already full of guests.
Qiao Er knocked on the door and said, "Miss, Master Jiu, it's time to get ready to say goodbye to the master and mistress."
Fu Tong'er suddenly woke up. Her body was played with by Jiu Ye again and she was very sleepy. Looking at Jiu Ye's hand under the quilt, she sighed. Jiu Ye was really an old pervert.
"Hey," she patted the restless big palms on her body, "in broad daylight, and when I'm two months pregnant, you really are..."
The man raised his hand and hugged her from behind, then slowly moved up and gently touched her, saying in a gentle voice: "Are you comfortable..."
"Get up, the bridesmaid is coming. She will go to pay respects to my parents. Will you go or will your nephew go?"
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