MTL - You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!-Chapter 14

After the Jiaojia people left, there were three people left in the main hall.

Wen Yan stood next to Fu Youqin, and the mother and son stood on the same front, and Wen Boli, who had changed his face, stood alone at the other end. Without the presence of outsiders, the contradictions between them become more and more prominent.

The room was filled with cold silence, and the heavy breathing of the music and the sound of the friction of the clothes were exceptionally clear.

"Qin Niang..."

After reaching out to support the hair behind the brain, Fu Youqin ignored the husband who wanted to talk and stopped. The large clothes were rolled out like clouds, leaving with Wen.

Without the presence of Bo Lili, he also cleaned up the Jiao family, and Wen’s mood was so good that he walked up and down the heel. Contrary to his joy, the side of Fu Youqin bent slightly from the back of his back, and his expression was full of exhaustion and disappointment.

After hearing the feelings, I noticed the mother's emotions, and the little jumps in my heart settled down. The silent mother accompanied the obviously depressed mother for a while. Wen Yan deliberately stopped the step and pointed to the pavilion on the right. The flowers in the garden are all open. Can you sit with me to sit down?"

For a moment, looking at Wen’s deliberately wide eyes, Fu Youqin couldn’t guess his careful thoughts. Whenever he wanted something, Wen Yi always used this trick to please her.

Even if you grow up, such a small habit can't be changed.

The mother and the son went to the pavilion one after another, and Wen Jie wiped the stone bench clean before she let her sit down.

The long one of the stone bench, Wen Fuqin sat down, and his head was half as long as Fu Youqin, but he was as good as he was when he put his head on Fu Youqin's shoulder and gently rubbed it. This is the trick that he used to spoil the habitual love when he was a child. Now he grows up and uses it, which is somewhat awkward and oyster.

Fu Youqin patted his head and had some smile on his face. "It’s so big, it’s not awkward."

"Is it my mother?"

"Not too." The finger was a little bit in his eyebrows, Fu Youqin teased: "I am afraid that your wife will be suspected of you."

Wen Wei didn't take it for granted. In fact, he pulled people here. In addition to wanting to be happy, he also wanted to tell the mother about the smell of the outside room.

But it’s ridiculous to relive a life. Even now, he often wonders if he is doing a long dream. He can’t believe it completely, how can he let others believe?

The eyes turned and turned two turns. Wen Wei decided to not talk about rebirth for the time being. Anyway, let the mother know what the bad things that Wen Bo Li did. Just how to know, the reason is not compiled by him?

The next person came over with the brewed tea, and retired the next person. Weng sat down and personally gave Fu Youqin a cup of tea. The previous look of spoiling and selling also converges.

Fu Youqin didn't know why he changed, but when he looked at him, he knew that his son had something to say to himself.

With his eyes down, he thought about his words, and Weng’s fingers under the table were tightened, but he said in his mouth: “Last month... I saw my father outside the town...”

Speaking slowly, Weng pays attention to Fu Youqin's expression and slowly finishes the unfinished words. "He is with a woman... the action is very close."

Fu Youqin's look has not changed. The finger holding the handkerchief has been slightly tightened. Looking at her son's cautious look, she smiled reluctantly. "Don't be afraid, what else have you seen?"

He swallowed a slobber, smelling the heart and jumping, and he was not good at lying on the scene. He tightened his fingers. He continued: "I saw them taking the carriage and going to the official road."

In fact, it was the last life. Wen Wei did not know where Wen Bo Li had hidden the outer room and the scorpion. In the last life, Wen Bo Li took the initiative to pick up the people after he was promoted to Qingyang. Whoever cares about where to hide before investigating, Wen Wei only knows that the other party did not seem to be in Sifang Town before.

Just say a time when the news is not there, as long as the mother is suspicious to trace, always find clues.

When Wen Yan finished, he looked at Fu Youqin’s face and carefully added another sentence. “I thought I had seen it before, but today...” He deliberately did not finish the words. Today’s performance of Wen Bo Li can be described as tearing down by hand. The mask that has been camouflaged for many years, in order to push his own daughter into the fire pit for his own career, seems to be less shocking than the external room.

"I know." Fu Youqin sighed. There were too many things going on today. The familiar pillow people had completely changed their faces. Even the innocent little son seemed to have hidden a lot of thoughts. The past cognition was overthrown, and Fu Youqin was exhausted, but he was somewhat gratified to see the cautious look.

At least a pair of children accompanied her, and the youngest son who loved to sell it was also very open-minded. Fu Youqin touched his head, but could not help but lean his face against his chest.

This is a posture that relies on it. In the past, it was the one that relied on it. Now the character is suddenly changed, and the smack of the mother’s back is swayed, just like when the mother licked herself.

The man leaning against his chest was only slightly depressed for a moment. After a while, Fu Youqin looked up and was the gentle and honorable lady.

Give her the hair that scatters her ear behind her ear, smell her lips, and say seriously: "Whether my mother decides what to do, I will stand on your side, and my sister must be the same."

"Okay," Fu Youqin smiled, his fingers pinching the flesh of his cheeks. "More than the ghosts of the past."

I don’t know why I’m squinting, I just think that the woman’s mood has become too fast, and I can’t figure out why I’m pinched.

Separated from the mother in the garden, Weng’s mood was much easier. Slowly returning to the East Court, he saw Chu Xiangtian lying on the roof and basking in the sun, and saw Wen’s door and greeted him.

"!!!" smirking at the smiling man, Wen Wen asked: "What are you doing on the roof?!"

"Bathing in the sun." Chu Xiangtian put his head on his head, and his right foot rested on his left leg. It looked very leisurely. "The sun is warm, come up?"

Wen Wei: "..."

Did not withstand the temptation, Wen Yan looked at the high eaves, nodded his lips. Chu Xiangtian laughed and sat up and reached out to him with a hand. "Tread on the stone, I hugged you up."

Wen Yan looked at the landscape stone on the left, and the drums and gangs did not hesitate to stand up. The height of the cushion was just enough to bow down to the sky and grab him.

A hand grabbed his armpit, Chu Xiangtian steadily hugged the person, held tightly by the big hands, Wen Yan personally felt the strength of the man.

Without much effort to hold people up, Chu Xiangtian did not immediately let go, but also held him upside down, his mouth smiled: "How light is the same as paper?"

Wen Yan hammered him a punch, slap his face and let him put himself down, but the soft fist fell on Chu Xiangtian's strong chest, Chu Xiangtian did not hurt, his hand hurt, this fist is true After exerting strength, they hurt themselves. The eyes of Weng quickly became red.

Chu Xiangtian was scared by his ability to cry and cry. He took his robes off the roof and let him sit down, nervously pinching his hand to see, and some crying and laughing. "This can't be relied on." me."

Wen Wei didn't really want to cry. It was just a physiological reaction. He sucked his nose and sullenly took his hand back.

Seeing him holding his knees like a small animal that had been grievanced, Chu turned his eyes and moved his hand, poked his hand to poke his half of his cheek. Soft and warm, there is a slippery sucker.

Chu Xiangtian did not hold back and poked two times.

Wen Yan was too annoyed to look up, a man who came over and pushed away, sulking and said: "You don't bother."