MTL - You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!-Chapter 68

Fu Shaoye rewarded him with a big white eye, bought what you used to do, and wasted rice?

Then, the nursing home, which was not directly rebellious, was held for a long time.

Panting and pushing him away, Fu Yan's red ears and face, so calmly ran away.

Chu Xiangtian looked at him with some flustered and shy back, his lips hooked, and he wrote a letter without hesitation, and asked Xiaoyan to send a message to the station.

After another two days, Fu Hao was ready to go to Xingdong County to see the land. Just the day before the departure, Wen Zeming, who had not been squandered for a long time, once again found the door.

The porter stopped him from admitting, and Wen Ming was loudly swearing at the door, and he was not filial. He counted his crimes. In a few moments, Fu’s door attracted many people to watch the fun.

Fu Wei received a notice from the next person. When he was slowly showing up, Wen Zeming had already been arguing at the door for a while.

Today's Wenming Ming is far worse than Fu Xiaochu when he saw him. His face was sallow, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were drooping, and his light was shining.

There is no such thing as a popular popularity, and it is completely a good-looking market.

Fu Yan frowned slightly, looking at him coldly, "Is there something?"

Wen Zeming was tightly watched by his face. Fu Yan was wearing a brocade robes. Standing in a straight body, it was enough to make people unable to open their eyes. He lived in the same way as the waste in the mouth. .

The eyes were stabbed, and Wen Ming took a step back from the subconscious. Later, he was stabbed in the same place by the heart, and his neck was like a rooster that was defeated but refused to admit defeat. Even his eyes were red. "My father is seriously ill and wants to meet you."

Fu Weiwei, I can't say what it feels like at the moment. Today, he and Wen Bo Li have already been the enemies of the jealousy.

"Tomorrow, I am going to work in Xingdong County. I will let Defu take me for a trip."

Without direct rejection, Fu Wei thought of a compromise method. The people around him were watching the excitement. If he was too tough, he might have to arrange something indiscriminately. In the eyes of these people, death is Big, now Wen Bo Li is seriously ill, he still refuses to look at it, maybe he will be buckled with a big hat of filial piety.

Unwilling to add trouble, Fu Wei then let go and let Defu go and see.

However, Wen Zeming did not want to see it and he accepted it. He said with indignation: "My father is still thinking about hanging up you, but you are not willing to look at him personally?"

Slowly licking his lips, Fu Yan frowned and did not respond.

Wen Zeming was still unassuming, and he wiped his tears with a false voice and said with red eyes: "The doctor said. Father, he... he can't hold it for a few days."

"His only wish is to see you again." He grimaced with a sullen look, as if the person who did the wrong thing was Fu Wei.

The onlookers made a whispered discussion, and some even deliberately screamed: "In the end, it is the flesh and blood, and even the last one is not willing to see it. It is too cold and bloodless."

Such a variety of words, Wen Mingming through the cover of the sleeves, revealing a sly smile.

"In this case, that generation will not have to go."

Fu Hao looked at him at the height of his height, although he didn't know why Wen Ming was so eager to let him see what Bolly was because of it, but with his toes, he knew that it would never be a good thing, and Wen Ming is not so good. A filial person.

Let the concierge drop off, Fu Yan turned and walked inside.

"Fu Fu, you are not filial!"

Wen Zeming’s face changed and he wanted to catch up and pull him, but he was stopped by the porter.

Fu Hao, who was far away, suddenly returned and looked at him coldly. "One has long since I have nothing to do with Wen Bo Li. Second, Wen Bo Li is not likely to remember me before he died. If he is true. If you are dying, you are also seeking medical attention in fear, will you remember me?"

Gently twitching the corner of his mouth, Fu Yan brows slightly, "Although I don't know if you have to go to see what Bolly did, but I guess... certainly not a good thing. What are you calculating?"

Wen Zeming's face was white, and the subconscious stepped back. He pointed to Fu Yandao: "What are you talking about? Don't make excuses for your unfilial piety."

"Hello, let it be." Fu Yan put away his smile on his face and looked at him blankly.

Wen Zeming’s eyes shrank a little, not sure if he had guessed anything, but they were so secretive, how could Fu Wei know.

Going back two steps, Wen Ming will go to another alley with a lost soul.

After turning a street and two lanes, I went to Wenjia, the old door, the black-red plaque on the red bottom became more and more mottled, and Wen Ming looked up and looked up, showing a hazy smile.

Stepping into it, reflexively slamming the door and continuing to walk inside.

The yard was quiet, and even the flowers and plants were wilting with hanging leaves. When they approached the main house, they could hear the sharp voices.

"Mother, I am back." Wen Zeming pushed the door open and interrupted Bai Ruihe's breach.

Bai Ruihe looked behind him and wondered: "What about people? Didn't come back with you?"

Wen Zeming’s face showed a few haze, and he did not want to say more, the evil voice: “No.”

"What about our plan?" Bai Ruihe sat down, took a sip of tea and took a sip. Just now he was screaming at Wen Bo Li, and the scorpion was dry.

Wen Zeming went to the bed and looked at the people lying on it indifferently.

I saw the messy couch, the smell of Bo Lie was gray, a pair of turbid eyes wide, and the lips trembled to say something, but only ambiguous proverbs.

Looking at him like this, I remembered that Fu’s highness was on, Wenming’s face was distorted for a while, and the person on the sickbed looked maliciously: “Your good son, but I don’t want to see you if you are sick.” ""

"You don't always recite him, look at it, your good son is not willing to have a relationship with you now."

The man on the bed tried to open his mouth and spit out two broken words, "Hey... son..."

I don't know who I am.

Wen Zeming didn't care. He even looked at Wen Bo Li's miserable look and smiled twice. Then he turned around and found a circle. He found the medicine on the table the day before, and took a small bowl and poured it. The bowl of black sorrow came out, close to Wen Bo Li, like a poisonous snake who spit out a letter, "My good father, you should take medicine."

The smell of the light on the bed reveals horror, the closed mouth of the dead, and the body twitching uncontrollably.

Wen Zeming sneered, and slammed the tight teeth, and poured a whole bowl of black screams without knowing the bad and bad medicine. The black medicine spilled from the corner of the mouth and nobody managed. Medicine, Wen Zeming throws the medicine bowl to the side and looks at him with sarcasm. "Since Fu Wei refuses to come, let you live more for a while."

Wen Boli on the bed struggled and twitched a few times, finally calmed down and looked at the gray walls.

******

"What do you want to lie to me in the past?"

Under the big tree in the East Court, Fu Yan lazily held his face and opened his mouth to eat a grape that Chu Xiangtian had brought.

The grapes were brought up by the Zhuangzi underneath. In the current season, they were freshly picked early in the morning, and they all had sweet water.

Chu opened his eyes to Tianzhu, and licked his finger with a little grape juice. "He is so troublesome, he wants to force you to go. Most of the traps are waiting, I will check it out."

Fu Wei also felt that in fact, at the beginning, he did not notice the intention of Wen Ming, but after he said that he had let Dai Fu’s past, Wen Zeming’s performance was too excited. He clearly played in acting and wanted to use public opinion to force him. He did not I feel that Wen Ming is so filial, so many means are to let him complete the wish of Wen Bo Li.

So he left his mind, and at the end he deliberately swindled him, and Wen Ming clearly felt guilty.

"Who are you looking for?" Fu said strangely.

Chu Xiangtian smiled. "The people under my hands, I will let them recognize the generals when I have finished."

Fu Yan rounded his eyes and kicked him under the table. "It’s the general of the army!" So I don’t know what to do, I still want to pay for it.

Chu Xiangtian’s exaggerated “嘶嘶” took two breaths, grabbed Fu’s hand on the table, and climbed the road: “The husband does not know the pity and pity the slave.”

Fu Wei was shocked by a goose bump, and a more than eight-foot-long Wei Wuhanzi screamed at you and called himself a "slave house". No one could stand it.

"You, you... shameless!"

Looking at someone's face with a sly smile, I finally couldn't help but sigh with indignation.

Chu Xiangtian Shun handed a grape to his mouth, very calm should be down, "Well."