Chapter 216: Cen Tired Horse 4

Chapter 216
The next day, when Fu Ting came out of the room, Cen Jiang happened to come out too.
The man is wearing a white shirt, slender and tall, with a consistent and elegant temperament.
Fu Ting lowered his head, and when he passed by, the man suddenly clasped her wrist.
Fu Ting's eyelashes quivered, and he raised his eyes slightly, just to match the other's eyes that looked down.
He raised his eyes, with the spring colors in his eyes, and looked at her like this, "I'm going to go on a blind date, what do you want to say to me?"
Fu Ting thought for a while, carefully squeezed his small fist, "Come on."
"..."
Cen Tiong lowered his eyes, and the haze color of his eyes suddenly turned away.
Although he knew that he had been chasing Fu Ting all the time, what Fu Ting was thinking about was that Fu Pei, who had no affection for him.
But the girl in front of me knew that he was going to go on a blind date soon. Not only was she not jealous, but she also didn't care about it. She felt very uncomfortable in her heart.
After Fu heard it, he felt the breath of Cen Lang's body instantly chilled, and the man's always lazy and delicate eyebrows seemed to have lost his former look.
With a chuckle in her heart, she broke away from the man's hand, turned and walked downstairs.
As he passed the living room, there was a sound of rapid footsteps behind him, and Fu Ting was picked up by the man who rushed over in the blink of an eye and put him on the sofa next to him.
Cen Jiang circled the the sofa, his jaw tightened, his eyes were deep and charming, his eyes almost bursting with forbearance, his voice was low and dull, and he said, "You don't want me." Is it?"
Fu Ting's nose is full of clean and good-smelling plants and woods, his mind is buzzing, but he wants to struggle, but he is suffocated.
Fu Ting pressed his lips tightly, and said honestly, "You are not mine."
"You won't admit it today?" Cen Tian's aura of voice, and loosely fell on Fu Ting's ear, "You are so scumbag."
"I didn't mean it." Thinking of what happened the night before, Fu Ting was particularly embarrassed and guilty, and muttered softly, "The big deal will let you take it back."
Cen Juan raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"
"What did I do to you before, do you do to me, and then we will even out?" Fu Ting was happy for the perfect remedy that she thought of. She was really a little clever.
Cen Juan stared at Fu Ting for a few seconds, humming casually, "You said this."
As he spoke, the man lowered his head and bit his tie in his thin lips, and his throat slid slightly, shaking out the most charming curve of the neckline.
How can... be like this.
Fu Ting turned his face away, his mouth became dry inexplicably, and her white earlobes could be clearly seen under the light, turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Cen Juan pulled his lips and laughed in a low voice. It was a very tone, which came from the deepest throat, and the low and charming tone was touching.
Fu Ting's scalp became numb, "Is it all right?"
"Where is this."
"..."
Fu Ting's whole body was taut, his thin white fingers clenched into fists.
It's terrible!
Cen Juan licked his lower lip, raised his hand to hold Fu Ting's shoulder, and held her face with the other hand, and kissed him sideways.
A few minutes later, he left for a while, rubbed the tip of her nose with the tip of his nose again, and laughed, "You called me brother yesterday, and I have trouble breathing."
Fu Ting thought she was going to die.
In this space where there are only two of them, there is only the sound of breathing and fusion together, and the feeling of aura being disturbed.
Cen Tiong's voice sank, with a squiggly ambiguity, his mute voice said, "You are so sweet."
Vote if you feel sweet, and the next one is sweeter than your heart.
(End of this chapter)