Mr. And Mrs. Fu

007 Mr. Fu's tie

Mrs. Fu likes Mr. Fu's embrace very much, it is warm and dry, making her feel warm all the time despite her cold body. Even if Mr. Fu is too domineering, he always touches her breasts and pinches her buttocks when holding her, but he has gradually gotten used to it in half a year of married life.

Apart from always giving her too much pain in sex life, Mr. Fu is a very good husband.

Lin Chuxia was sleeping comfortably, but the warm embrace that held her was gone, and the weight of the man was missing from one side of the mattress. She vaguely knew that it was Fu Hanchuan who had woken up.

This man is terribly self-disciplined. He never stays in bed even on weekends. He gets up early every day for an hour of jogging to maintain his handsome and delicious figure.

Lin Chuxia is an ordinary person, taking advantage of the rare weekend, she can sleep as long as she wants, continuing to lie in the warm blanket.

However, after an unknown period of time, her hands were pulled out from under the quilt, and the palms of her hands were stuffed with soft cloth.

She touched it subconsciously. The slender, smooth forged surface was Fu Hanchuan's tie.

She who hadn't woken up, her consciousness was in a daze, and she didn't even open her eyes, but her hands were already used to it, and she moved forward, and the tie was wrapped around the neck of the man who was bending over in front of her.

Fu Hanchuan is shrewd and capable, and he is always successful in business, but he is a housework idiot in life, and he can't even tie a simple bow tie.

Since getting married, this important task has been handed over to Lin Chuxia.

She tied Fu Hanchuan's bow tie for more than a hundred days. Practice makes perfect, she memorized every step firmly, and she could tie a beautiful and delicate bow tie with her eyes closed.

Lin Chuxia opened her eyes slightly, still half asleep, but her fingertips were meticulous in her movements, circling in circles with neat contrasting lengths.

She asked vaguely, "Are you still going to work today?"

"Well, there is a meeting, I have to be there. When I go out, you can continue to sleep." Fu Hanchuan propped his arms on the bed, looking at Lin Chuxia's bleary-eyed appearance with his dark eyes slightly lowered, his unpainted face in the morning light Flushing red, you can see a circle of fine fluff, which looks good to the touch.

"it is good."

Lin Chuxia nodded obediently. While she was thinking about getting back to sleep after a while, she was also thinking that being a domineering president is not easy, and she has to work on weekends.

The two have their own thoughts, but their bodies cooperate with each other tacitly, snuggling up in the morning sun, like swans with their necks intertwined, the atmosphere is warm and sweet.

Lin Chuxia reluctantly opened her eyes, carefully adjusted the position of the bow tie on Fu Hanchuan's collared white shirt, and gently smoothed out every wrinkle, as if she was a good wife meticulously.

She put down her hand and retracted into the quilt, "Okay."

Before getting up, Fu Hanchuan kissed her on the lips, as if nothing was enough, again and again, more intimate than usual.

Lin Chuxia still felt drowsy, closed her eyes again, raised her lips slightly, accepting kisses one after another meekly, but thought in her heart "Why is Mr. Fu so clingy today".

Fu Hanchuan looked at her sleepy appearance, not disturbing her dream.

Before getting up, he warned, "Don't oversleep, go to Jingshan Yu for lunch at noon."

Lin Chuxia buried herself in the pillow and nodded, but she didn't like going back to Jingshan Yu for dinner, even if it was her natal home.

After leaving home, Fu Hanchuan didn't go to the company, but went to a well-known psychiatric clinic and saw the psychiatrist who made an appointment.

This was the meeting he had to attend in person.

The gentle expression on Fu Hanchuan's face also disappeared the moment he left the house. His complexion was stern and his aura was cold. He was a decisive leader.

After listening to Fu Hanchuan's narration, the psychiatrist concluded, "So what Mr. Fu wants to ask is why your wife doesn't want to have sex with you?"

"It's not that she doesn't want to, it's just that she feels hurt." Fu Hanchuan refuted the psychiatrist's words.

The psychiatrist didn't think there was any difference between the two, so he followed Fu Hanchuan's words, "Could it be that Mr. Fu is more violent in sex?"

"Kissing, caressing, I have done all the foreplay that I should do, and I don't think there is any rough or excessive behavior."

The psychiatrist pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked solemnly, "Does your wife feel the same way?"

Fu Hanchuan replied without any hesitation, "She is."

The psychiatrist frowned, the Fu Hanchuan in front of him was the type of patient he hated the most, he couldn't hold back his temper anymore, and shouted at him, "Fu Hanchuan, you are not your wife, how could you know how she feels?" .You give me three minutes to think about it, and then answer my question after thinking clearly."

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Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu think things are not in the same dimension.