Su Xiang was stunned and took it and saw it was really a nightgown.

She looked at the man foolishly, why did she wear a nightgown when watching movies?

"Don't worry, the nightgown is newly purchased, and there will be no secondary personal supplies here."

Those who open such cinemas are not to make money from those movie tickets, and they are nitpicking about details.

Fu Hanchuan only turned his head to the room behind and signaled her to go in. Su Xiang had no choice but to bring her nightgown and walk in. When she saw that there was a bathing place in the room.

She changed her nightgown and came out. Fu Hanchuan was already lying on the sofa. At the beginning of the movie, she was still playing music. It was an old movie with a nostalgic flavor.

Fu Hanchuan looked back and stretched out his hand to Su Xiang. Su Xiang put his little hand in his palm. He pulled her with the flow and pulled her into his arms.

The lights in the theater dimmed, and there was only the light on the screen.

Su Xiang leaned against his chest, quietly around him, listening to his powerful heartbeat, from the beginning to the later relaxation.

The customer service came in and the cart pushed in had fruits, desserts, red wine, and a plate of exquisite cod steaks.

"You didn't eat anything tonight." He put the plate on the coffee table and asked Su Xiang to eat, then placed his big hand horizontally on her waist, looking like he was holding him, but his eyes were staring at the movie ahead.

They have never been so close except in bed.

Su Xiang's heart pounded and her cheeks were hot and she glanced at him quietly.

He actually knew that she didn't eat much at night.

"Are you unhappy tonight?" Low Chun's voice suddenly sounded, which was even better than the male protagonist's voice, and it was so close.

Su Xiang was eating, chewing her mouth and paused, then nodded, and her heart sank again.

My parents-in-law’s meaning is already so obvious, even more explicitly than she is, she is just about carrying a broom to drive her out of the door.

Su Xiang tightened the knife and fork in her hand and lowered her head.

She thought about leaving the Fu family, but once she saw Fu Ying, she couldn't do it.

When she entered the door, she saw that her son was with the woman who might be his mother in the future, and she almost couldn't help but rush over and carry her son over.

After dinner just now, while they were watching TV in the living room together, Mrs. Zhuo Ya called her away again.

They stood behind the foyer, and Mrs. Zhuo Ya pointed to the remaining three in the living room and said to her: "Look, Miss Jin likes Fu Ying very much. She treats him very well, you can rest assured."

Those words hurt heartbroken.

After warming his back, Su Xiang turned around, Fu Hanchuan half hugged her, held her hand with his big hand, and put the fork she held into his mouth, ate the piece of foie gras she forgot to eat.

He said, "Miss Jin is a guest."

After saying that, he leaned back and sat down.

The words that are neither lukewarm nor hot, neither salty nor light are even a little confused. Su Xiang glanced at him and understood a little, but she didn't understand very well.

The light on the screen was clearly extinguished on the man's face, and his expression was unreal, but Su Xiang felt inexplicably relaxed.

Her lips curled slightly, and she picked a cherry and put it into his mouth.

Relying in his arms, he pressed it under him. He ate another cherry of her, which was so tingling...
Chapter completed!