"Be good, baby, it won't hurt anymore if you bear it for a while."
Fu Tingyu carefully applied ointment to his little wife, his tone as gentle as coaxing a porcelain doll.
Who would have thought that the cold and dignified young master of the Fu family would look like this in private?
On the bed, Luo Yunxi was quiet and well-behaved, but her heart was roaring.
I was blind in my previous life and believed in the nonsense of scumbag men and bitches!
Come back again and tear up your stepmother? Punch the scumbag? No, it's not important at all.
All she wanted was to crawl into his bed tonight.
The next day, Fu Tingyu looked at the little thing huddled up in his arms and raised his eyebrows: "Is he ready?"
Luo Yunxi blinked: "Hubby, does it still hurt? Let me blow it for you."
The rumored "sold" to Luo Yunxi, a poor soldier
At the class reunion, my husband wore a custom-made necklace worth tens of millions of dollars in public.
The classmates were silent, but Fu Tingyu only lowered his head and asked her: "Do you like it? I will buy rainbow colors next time."
Later, when the crew handed over the kiss drama script, he just crossed it out: "I will do this myself."
The whole city went crazy: Mr. Fu is crazy.
