MTL - Mr Fu, I Really Love You-Chapter 51 How is Lin Wen rushing to ask? ! [042]

Chapter 51, how is Lin Wen rushing to ask? ! [042]

Talking between men, no scruples, especially explicit.

Lu Jinnan is not a person who loves to control his friends. This time, he repeatedly jumped out and advised Fu Huai'an to accept Lin Wen's thoughts. It was nothing more than watching Tang Yan's emotional frustration and leaving the United States, worried about Fu Huai'an.

"There is time to study women, think about how to talk to the chairman of Haoyu." Fu Huai'an played a ash, and the sound was calm.

Having said that, Lu Jinnan is interested in shutting up.

"Nothing else, you should go ahead..."

In the car, Lin warmed his eyes closed, but his ears were not idle.

From the time when Lu Jinnan knocked on the window glass, I was faintly awake. Later, Lu Jinnan said that Lin Lin’s heart was burning and his ears were hot.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Huaian went to the driver's seat.

"铛铛铛-"

The sound of the phalanx joints lightly buckles the glass and sounds in the ears of Lin.

Lin warmed his hands and tightened, and he couldn’t put up a pair of waking up.

Separated by a glass, she looked at Fu Huai'an with a clear vision. She only squinted her head in a guilty conscience, grabbed Fu Huai'an's suit with one hand, took her own small bag in one hand, and made a move to get off the cart.

Fu Huai'an took a step back and took the lead to the front of the villa and locked it by password.

Lin warmed down and locked the door, some hesitated.

Originally, she wanted to wait outside and let Fu Huai'an give her account to herself.

But this can be said, Lin Wen can't open, and an opening always makes people feel that Lin Wen is not able to get back with Fu Huai'an when he sees Wen Mo deep, like crossing the river.

It’s not that Lin Wen is not trustworthy, but when he proves this kind of thing, Fu Huai'an didn't mention it again. How is Lin Wen rushing to ask? !

Fu Huai'an's suit was still in her arms, the car key was in her hands, adjusting her mentality, Lin warmed his foot and followed Fu Huai'an into the door.

Upon entering the door, Fu Huai'an took off his vest and the shirt cuffs were pulled to the elbow to reveal a strong arm.

He untied several buttons on the neckline of the shirt, stood in front of the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, drank a few mouths, and slid the throat in the collar, masculine.

Lin Wen, who just finished the slippers and followed up, stood there, not snoring.

"The hukou is on the coffee table in the master bedroom upstairs..." Fu Huai'an closed the refrigerator door, and the side was calm, like the scorpion of the deep pool, looking at Lin Wendao. "Master bedroom, you can find it..."

Lin warm can of course find it. I don't know if she is so hearty. How does she think that Fu Huai'an said that the two words of the master bedroom are somewhat unscrupulous, that is, deliberately let Lin Wen think of the lingering mediation of the master bedroom that night.

However, Fu Huai'an said that he was serious, and if Lin Wen was squeezing it, she would be careful.

She put Fu Huai'an's suit on the back of the sofa, and the car key rested on the coffee table: "Then I... take the account."

"Well..." Fu Huai'an beheaded.

Looking at Lin Wen upstairs, Fu Huai'an put down the bottle of mineral water in his hand. He didn't slow down a cigarette. He swallowed the scorpion and smashed the scorpion, and put the conspicuous account book on the flow table to the top of the refrigerator.

Second floor.

As soon as I entered the bedroom door and saw the big bed covered with dark gray sheets, Lin Wen’s ear was very hot. She took back her eyes and looked at the coffee table. She placed the account book on it. Lin’s guilty heart just wanted to leave soon. I didn’t look at it and I took it and stuffed it into the bag.

Downstairs Fu Huai'an sat on the sofa, biting a cigarette in his mouth, holding a file in his hand, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and a low voice with a bit of anger to reprimand the first sentence, the temper of the upper person The field is strong and compelling.

Hahaha, there is a baby who said that I don’t know which chapter Lin Wen and Lao Fu can’t describe. Is it clear that the first three to six chapters are too much implicit? !

(End of this chapter)