Quick Transmigration: The Drama Queen Host is Charming and Alluring

Chapter 72 Black-bellied Boss Fu's Cultivated Girlfriend (31)

Fu Qijun hugged Zhaoge from behind, ran his hands down her arms, and threw the booklet aside.

"Thinking about you like crazy."

Zhaoge turned his head slightly, and Fu Qijun's lips were blocked.

Thick yearning and strong lust tugged at his nerves, while he restrained himself, he was a little unwilling to do so.

The aggressive breath and weight made Zhaoge a little unsteady.

Seeing her leaning back, she seemed to be fleeing.Fu Qijun's eyes became darker, he leaned over and pressed the light switch by the bedside.

With a "snap", only the bedside night light was left in the room emitting a faint light, and the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous.

Fu Qijun propped himself up slightly, slid his cold fingers over the collar, lowered his eyes, and asked in a very soft voice, "Why didn't you change your clothes?"

The huge shadow in front of him shrouded Fu Qijun, making it impossible to see his expression. He was dangerous and seductive at the moment.

She raised her hand and touched his cheek lightly, "I like your smell."

Fu Qijun raised his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down as he spoke, and said inexplicably, "That's new."

His eyes fell on the crystal clear red lips, and he couldn't take his eyes off anymore, he lowered his head and kissed her again.

It's still there, that's great.

On the second day, Zhaoge continued to sleep on the sleep he owed last night, and this sleep came when the sun was rising.

Fu Qijun explained the work, and she was still awake when she returned to the room.

Seeing Zhaoge sleeping soundly, Fu Qijun raised his hand to look at his watch, then knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg, and pressed his forehead against it, "Little lazy pig, get up."

Zhaoge frowned slightly, turned over slowly, and saw Fu Qijun in a suit and leather shoes again, presumably he had just returned from the company.

"Uncle, I'll sleep again."

Having said that, Zhao Ge quickly sobered up.

There is no other reason, Fu Qijun slept restlessly last night.

The culprit behind him was quite discerning, and he rubbed her waist consciously, with a smile in his voice, "Get up and eat before going to bed."

He paused, then said, "I'll sleep with you."

Zhao Ge immediately opened his eyes, "I'm so hungry, I'll get up right away."

At the dinner table, the two sat opposite each other.

One bowed his head to cook, and the other looked at people seriously.

Zhaoge's face was hot from the stare, he put down his chopsticks, hesitantly said: "Little uncle, don't you want to eat?"

She looked up, the lower part of her neck was a little red.

Fu Qijun coughed lightly, annoyed that he was not serious, and silently postponed the plan in his heart.

"I've already eaten, let's go back to feeding the pigeons in a few days."

Zhaoge nodded, but it didn't matter which day he went, "It's fine."

On the third day, Fu Qijun fulfilled his promise and took Zhaoge to the square of a music town.

The artistic atmosphere here is strong, and the fountain is like a holy light in the sun, shining on tourists in twos and threes around.

Flocks of pigeons, melodious music, smiles on the faces of passers-by...
Zhaoge pulled Fu Qijun to find an empty seat and sat down, enjoying the beauty of the moment with open arms.

The pigeons here don't seem to be afraid of people. One of the snow-white pigeons flapped its wings and stopped beside the wooden chair, tilting its head and looking at Zhaoge and Fu Qijun.

Zhaoge chuckled, took the food from Fu Qijun's hand, and waved at it.

It pecked and ate with light steps, and then flapped its white feathers and flew to the spring to stop.

Fu Qijun crossed his long legs, watching her every move, "You like pigeons so much?"

Zhaoge clapped his hands, "Uncle, I think this pigeon is just like you."

"Oh?"

Hearing this answer, Fu Qijun couldn't help being interested.

Zhaoge gestured to him that there were two little girls who were secretly looking at Fu Qijun in front of him.

Fu Qijun glanced at it, then turned his gaze back, with a calm expression on his face.

The tenderness in the eyes can only be revealed when meeting Shang Zhaoge's gaze.

She dangled her legs leisurely, moved over and said, "It looks good, and I like it everywhere. In the future, I will travel all over the world and see all the beautiful birds in the world."

She talked about looking at the little bird, but her expression was not serious.

When it came to Fu Qijun, the flavor changed.

This stinky girl doesn't want to see birds, she clearly wants to see handsome guys, and she even wants to travel all over the world to see them.

Fu Qijun thought of the little boy who ran over to give her flowers just now, and felt jealous for a moment.

"You can look at the bird as you like, but as for the man, you can only look at me."

Zhaoge leaned on his shoulder and smiled heartlessly, "All right, all right, I only look at you."

Fu Qijun squeezed her ring finger, and said softly: "Zhaoge, you will graduate soon. When you graduate, let's get married, okay?"

Zhaoge sat up slightly, he said this too sincerely, the sincerity in his eyes was hard to ignore.

The corners of her lips were slightly drawn, but she just said: "Okay."

She couldn't say anything except the word "good".

In fact, she didn't tell Fu Qijun that the person who really looks like this pigeon is herself.

The white pigeon really belongs to nature, and I only stay in this small world for a short time.

The two played for a day, and Zhaoge took Fu Qijun to eat and drink at the night market before returning to the hotel.

Zhao Ge put on the mask and groped around on the bed. Fu Qijun who entered the room asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

"Looking for a steam eye mask. I remember that there was one left on the bedside yesterday. I don't know where it went."

I don't know if it's because of the blood cancer. I always feel that my eyes are dry and astringent recently, and sometimes they hurt too much.

She was discouraged, straightened up and prepared to go out of the house, "Forget it, there is still a box in the suitcase."

Fu Qijun held her back, "Apply your mask well, I'll get it."

"okay!"

Her suitcase was in another room. Fu Qijun pulled the suitcase out from the corner with his long legs, unzipped the zipper, picked up the box of steam eye masks, and was about to close the suitcase.

In the interlayer, the exposed corner of the medicine box package caught his attention.

(End of this chapter)