When Fu Rong came out of the shower, Jiang Mu was already sitting on the bed.
She was holding a tablet, wearing headphones, and looking down with a serious expression, not knowing what she was looking at.
Fu Rong, wearing gray home clothes, walked to the bed and glanced at the tablet.
It's a video of a ballet competition.
Fu Rong took a closer look, but he didn't know the person above, so he lost interest.
"Why did you go to bed so early today?"
Jiang Mu looked up and said, "I'm a little tired. I want to rest early. There's a meeting in the group tomorrow, so I have to go early."
Fu Rong listened to her talk about the group with an indifferent expression. He sat down next to Jiang Mu and reached out to pick her up. Jiang Mu was so light that it took no effort to pick her up. Fu Rong also liked holding her very much.
Although she looks thin, she is actually not bony. Instead, her whole body is soft, and her skin is tender, smooth and white. It feels especially comfortable to touch. Even if Fu Rong doesn't do anything, he will feel relaxed and happy just by hugging her and touching her.
No matter how stressful you are at work, you can always relax with Jiang Mu.
Jiang Mu was suddenly picked up and cried out in surprise. Her black and white eyes looked at Fu Rong. With rippling eyes, she pursed her lips and said in a tender voice, "What are you going to do?"
Fu Rong did not answer, but put her on his lap, then sat down on the bed. He helped Jiang Mu pick up the tablet that he had knocked over, swiped the screen twice, and said, "Let's watch it together."
Jiang Mu said: "If you don't like it, why do you want to watch it together?"
Fu Rong seldom watched dance shows or videos. Even when the original owner asked him to go to the competition, he refused to go, always making excuses saying that he couldn't make time.
"Watch it with me."
Fu Rong's tone was somewhat lazy. He usually sounded like this after taking a bath. He had been busy all day and was actually very tired. He felt drowsy while taking a bath in the bathtub just now. If he hadn't seen Jiang Mu's charming appearance, he might have just fallen asleep on the pillow.
Jiang Mu shook her head. "Forget it. I don't want to force you."
Jiang Mu pried his hands apart, "I'll go to sleep after watching it for a while. I'll be distracted if you do this."
Jiang Mu's voice sounded like she was acting coquettishly, charming yet sweet, making people's hearts melt.
With the beautiful Fu Rong in his arms, he naturally reacted immediately.
Jiang Mu also felt it, and she snorted coldly in her heart.
Dog man.
Although he did not love the original owner, he was obsessed with her body.
A hint of coldness flashed across Jiang Mu's eyes, but Fu Rong did not see it.
Now that she is here, things have changed and naturally she has to give the original owner some revenge.
Fu Rong treated the original owner as a plaything, so she would also treat him as a plaything and have some fun with him.
Fu Rong had no idea what Jiang Mu was thinking at the moment. He thought about it, held Jiang Mu's hand, and said calmly: "Don't watch it if you are distracted."
Jiang Mu's face turned red. "You don't allow me to bother you when you're working, but you bother me when I'm watching a dance video."
Fu Rong thought about it and it seemed to be the case.
When he was with Jiang Mu, Jiang Mu basically always went along with him.
He has long been used to it.
However, he didn't take Jiang Mu's words to heart. He stroked Jiang Mu's earlobe, touching her most sensitive part.
Jiang Mu's body went numb and she couldn't move.
After being together for so many years, Fu Rong certainly knew which parts of her body were the most delicate and sensitive.
She lowered her head and said nothing, as if she was still watching the video seriously.
Fu Rong was able to find some leisure time, so he touched her earlobes, hugged her slender waist, and watched the video with her.
The female dancer in the video dances gracefully and smoothly, and every move she makes is extremely beautiful, especially her expressions and movements which are in tune with the music. Fu Rong was just watching casually, but after watching it, he couldn't help but praise it as not bad.
Jiang Mu said: "She is more than good, she is amazing, she is my idol and is known as the queen on pointe."
Fu Rong looked indifferent and did not make any comment. The woman in the video did dance well, but compared to the woman in his arms, Fu Rong still felt that the latter had more temperament and charm.
After watching the video, Jiang Mu put the tablet on the bedside table, then turned around and grabbed the quilt to cover herself.
Fu Rong was stunned, "What is this for?"
Jiang Mu whispered, "It's getting late, my hair is dry, I want to go to bed."
There was a smile in her eyes, her tone was gentle, and her attitude was half-pushing, half-inducing.
Fu Rong's eyes were deep and there was a flame burning in his eyes. As long as Jiang Mu took one more step, the fire would spread.
But Jiang Mu seemed to do it on purpose. She glanced at Fu Rong, then lay down obediently, put her hands on his legs, closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Fu Rong paused.
He couldn't figure out what Jiang Mu meant.
They both did this every night when he came back.
Fu Rong thought Jiang Mu should have been mentally prepared.
But looking at Jiang Mu's expression, it was obvious that she was not prepared to have anything happen between them.
Fu Rong frowned and looked at Jiang Mu with an unclear expression.
He lifted the quilt and covered himself, but he did not lie down. Instead, he sat and looked at Jiang Mu's face quietly.
This face is really something he never get tired of looking at.
When he first got together with Jiang Mu, Fu Rong thought that he might get bored with her soon, and once the novelty wore off, he would be too lazy to pay attention to her anymore.
After all, he treated those other women the same way.
It's just because Jiang Mu is so much to his liking.
She is well-behaved and sensible. She never asks for anything and doesn't need his company. It seems that she has always been waiting for him. As long as he comes, she can feel comfortable and relaxed. As time goes by, he can't bear to abandon her.
It's like raising a pet for eight years, the attachment is hard to part with.
Fu Rong was thinking, when Jiang Mu suddenly turned over, opened her eyes slightly, put one hand on Fu Rong's thigh, and said tenderly: "I can't sleep."
Fu Rong's legs stiffened for a second, and he could feel the warmth of Jiang Mu's palm through the thin fabric.
Jiang Mu bit her lips gently. Her pitiful look as she complained was pure but with a hint of desire. Fu Rong felt it immediately.
Fu Rong is a man with a strong desire for control. He usually restrains himself and tries his best to suppress some of his excessive thoughts. At this age, he has been more restrained than in his early years. Otherwise, he would have already suppressed Jiang Mu and done things directly with her.
However, he could only suppress this character. In fact, his desire for control did not diminish as he grew older.
His eyes were deep as he looked at Jiang Mu, desire surging in his eyes.
"So what do you want to do?"
Fu Rong's voice was a little suppressed, but Jiang Mu had already heard something.
"Hmm?" She looked at him innocently, but her tone was as charming as spring water. "I don't know either."
She tilted her head back, her lips wet from licking herself.
Fu Rong only felt his body burning and restless.
Jiang Mu did not take the next step.
Originally, Jiang Mu shouldn't have taken the initiative in this matter, but Fu Rong always felt that Jiang Mu was a little weird today, too seductive. Although he used to do it with Jiang Mu every time he came back.
But this time, when he looked at Jiang Mu, that thought was particularly strong.
He is not a lustful person, and he does not want to show his lustful side in front of Jiang Mu. That would be too immature and not stable enough.
What he usually did was just touching Jiang Mu's earlobe and pinching Jiang Mu's waist like he did just now.
These are Jiang Mu's sensitive areas. Every time he does this, if Jiang Mu follows his wishes, he will proceed to the next step.
But just now Jiang Mu pretended not to know and seemed to be refusing, so Fu Rong felt a little uncomfortable.
He hesitated.
But when he was hesitating, Jiang Mu's fingers moved slightly and she said lazily, "Why don't you just go to sleep? It's so boring."
Jiang Mu's words are really inconsistent.
But that unintentional little action made him feel uncomfortable all over.
Fu Rong lost his temper. For some reason, he felt that Jiang Mu seemed to satisfy him more than before. At least his body told him so.
He reached out and grasped Jiang Mu's hand, looked at her face, and said in a deep voice, "Lie still and don't move."
This time he wanted Jiang Mu to beg him.
Jiang Mu seemed to have no idea what Fu Rong was going to do. At least she looked at him puzzledly, and stood still obediently.
Fu Rong's kiss fell on her face and lips, gently at first, and then gradually became passionate.
Jiang Mu's hands were held down by him with one hand. She struggled occasionally but could not break free.
Jiang Mu's vision gradually blurred and her eyes drifted away.
Only her lips were still bitten by Fu Rong.
About ten minutes later, Jiang Mu's eyes turned red, her body trembled slightly, and she called Fu Rong's name over and over again.
Only at this time would Fu Rong hear Jiang Mu calling his name.
But this time, for some reason, Jiang Mu's screams were different from before.
This time, he had a big reaction after just one shout.
Fu Rong saw the sparkling tears in her eyes, reached out to wipe away her tears, lowered his head and asked a question in her ear.
Jiang Mu nodded shyly, and Fu Rong then smiled gently. His smile was calm and his handsome and gloomy face was particularly charming at this moment.
Fu Rong took out a pack of wet wipes from the drawer next to him and pulled out a piece. His eyes fell on his fingers, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and then he wiped his fingers carefully.
He was very satisfied with Jiang Mu's reaction just now.
However, it's time to get down to business.
He raised his hand and threw the tissue into the trash can. It was just a casual throw, but it landed accurately.
He raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Jiang Mu.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Mu closed her eyes with a satisfied look on her face.
Her face was flushed, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, her tongue stuck out and she licked her lips, with a hint of grievance on her face.
Seeing that she was done with her pleasure, she wanted to go to sleep.
Fu Rong's face immediately darkened.
Do you think this is over?
Fu Rong pushed her, "Jiang Mu."
Jiang Mu closed her eyes and dazedly agreed, "Yeah."
Fu Rong's expression became even uglier.
Well, she's really going to fall asleep.
"Don't sleep."
Jiang Mu: "Fu Rong, I'm sleepy."
Fu Rong thought to himself that she was really daring.
He pushed Jiang Mu again, but this time Jiang Mu didn't react at all.
"Jiang Mu."
Fu Rong's voice became serious, but when Jiang Mu heard his voice, not only did she not open her eyes, but she also frowned, as if she was annoyed by him.
Fu Rong reached out to pinch her face, but although he didn't use much force, Jiang Mu slapped his hand away.
She's quite strong.
Fu Rong didn't expect that Jiang Mu would really fall asleep like this.
He was helpless and speechless, and anyway, he was not very happy. He thought about it and went to pull Jiang Mu's arm again.
Before he could do anything to her, Jiang Mu frowned and cursed, "Don't touch me."
Then she slapped Fu Rong in the face.
Fu Rong: "…"
His face darkened immediately.
Jiang Mu pursed her lips, as if she was still unhappy, and pouted without opening her eyes.
I don't know if I was dreaming or it was a subconscious reaction, but I fell asleep and refused to wake up.
Fu Rong took a deep breath and finally didn't touch Jiang Mu again, but he was also angry. He lifted the quilt, sneered, put on his shoes and walked out.
Before leaving, he glanced at the bed. Jiang Mu was sleeping soundly and had no idea he was leaving.
Fu Rong left with a sullen face and went to the guest room downstairs.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Jiang Mu lazily opened her eyes and yawned.
She narrowed her eyes, reached out for the phone on the bedside table, and called Fu Rong's son.
It was already ten o'clock at this time, neither early nor late. Jiang Mu's call only rang a few times before the other party picked up.
Nowadays, most people don't like to speak first when they receive a call from an unknown number. They would like to wait for the caller to speak first before they answer the call.
Jiang Mu actually didn't know Fu Rong's son's phone number before.
She said, "Are you asleep? Is it convenient? I want to talk to you."