Flash Marriage Royal Sister CEO, my sister dotes on me to the heavens

Fang Jiuran was still not used to showing affection in front of juniors, so he spat lightly.

"Lao Buxiang, why are you studying Lin Daiyu's literature?"

Ning Yuelan watched Lao Fang and his wife throwing candies, and she felt a bad feeling all over.

He was half fascinated and half weird, and his eyes unconsciously fell on Fang Mo next to him.

This weirdness is probably because she is thinking that in another 20 years, she wonders whether the guy next to her will be as gentle and doting as Lao Fang treats Fang Jiuran!

The key point is that this idiot Fang Mo still hasn't reacted.

Looking into Ning Yuelan's autumn eyes, she asked doubtfully.

"What are you?"

"What are you looking at... Damn it, I blurted out a bad joke and it's all your fault."

Ning Yuelan pulled out her sword, but luckily she took it back in time.

When I thought about the fact that my father-in-law and mother-in-law were still present in front of me, what if I and Fang Mo started to play bad internet jokes against each other on this occasion.

Why are you looking at me? Take another look and try. Just give it a try...

Both parents-in-law may have started to wonder if Ning Yuelan's usually cool and steady attitude was just an act!

"Let me ask you, if in another 20 years, when I am old and lose my appearance, what will you do?"

"How to do what?"

Fang Mo's mind didn't turn around.

Ning Yuelan glared at him angrily. Yesterday she thought that this bitch's emotional intelligence had improved, but today his true colors were revealed.

But this time it’s really not Fang Mo’s fault. There are differences in the thinking of men and women.

Ning Yuelan fell in love with the scene, and Fang Mo was already used to his parents getting along, so naturally he didn't understand what his wife wanted to ask.

"When I get older, what will you do if I'm not as beautiful as I am now?"

Looking at Fang Jiuran's skin condition, it's clear that Lao Fang and his wife didn't mean to show off.

They are actually really in love.

It is not difficult to tell from the condition of a woman's skin whether her husband loves her or not.

Because a woman has a small heart, if her emotional life after marriage is unstable and she does not have a husband who loves her, she will grow old very quickly.

But any woman, after getting married.

In her eyes, she could only see the family she married into, the husband she was about to stay with for the rest of her life, and the children who were growing up under her knees.

Her heart is so big that even if her husband is not around, she can even use her slender and weak shoulders to support her children.

Her heart is so small that she doesn't even care about the important affairs of her family and country. She only sees her warm little home.

You ask Fang Jiuran which day is the spring equinox, which day is the autumn harvest, and which day is the awn planting, these are the 24 solar terms.

Fang Jiuran probably couldn't answer.

But if you want to ask her, when is her son's birthday?

When is Lao Fang’s birthday?

What's wrong with Lao Fang? When should he go to the hospital for a physical examination? When should he go to the hospital for a review?

She remembers it better than anyone else.

When Fang Mo was in middle school, he spent some time in a boarding school.

But Fang Jiuran used his fingers to calculate the time every time Fang Mo went home, and even wrote it down on the calendar at home.

One day, Fang Mo's return coincided with Fang Jiuran's own birthday.

Fang Mo also bought a cake for my mother, but after returning home, my mother came out of the kitchen and asked with a surprised look on her face.

"Is today a special day worth celebrating? Why did you buy a small cake?"

When he finally learned that it was his birthday, Fang Jiuran smiled, slapped his forehead, and muttered;

"Oh, time this year has gone by so fast. Before I knew it, it was my birthday, and I am one year older..."

My mother's love for Fang Mo is more moisturizing and silent than Lao Fang's sometimes inarticulate expression.

Mother's love is very naughty and hides in life, hiding in those old calendars in the old house.

Hidden in the bonus that my mother gets deducted every time school is over on Fridays because she leaves work early and leaves early.

Hidden in the duplicity, after beating Fang Mo for failing in the exam, he sighed and washed his socks and underwear with his own hands...

Perhaps Fang Mo is not able to realize this due to his current experience.

After he becomes a father, he may understand this more deeply.

But Fang Mo can be considered a filial bitch. He has low emotional intelligence and is a slow-warming type.

Otherwise, Ning Yuelan wouldn't be so angry with Fang Mo that he couldn't eat or sleep every three days.

Just because of the slow heat.

So Fang Mo, who was in middle school, didn't know that my mother deliberately got off work early every Friday and cooked a big meal for herself at home.

Until one time, Fang Mo did not go home immediately after school on Friday, but went to an Internet cafe with his classmates.

That day, Fang Mo thought that he would just play for two hours and not delay too many things.

My parents are both adults, and it is impossible for them to skip meals just to wait for me.

As a result, the time spent playing games was too fast. In the blink of an eye, by the time he came to his senses, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

Although Fang Mo had a mobile phone at that time, the rules of the boarding school required that mobile phones be confiscated.

Whose smartphone can still have power after being left out for a week?

He didn't even report it to his parents in advance.

I just borrowed a classmate’s cell phone and sent a text message to my mother.

He returned home feeling guilty, and when he quietly opened the door, he thought his parents were asleep.

Who knew that at this point in the past, there would be bright lights in the house that should have been dark.

My parents should be resting at this time on weekdays.

The two of them were sitting in the living room watching TV, holding the air conditioner remote control in their hands.

One was lying in front of the dining table in the living room. In front of him was a large table of Fang Mo's favorite food, without moving a single chopstick.

Fang Jiuran just fell asleep on the dining table.

However, the moment she heard the sound of opening the door, she was still awakened.

Seeing that his son was back, Fang Jiuran, who was exhausted, did not lose his temper. He just wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked softly;

"have you eaten?"

Fang Mo was stunned for a long time and answered honestly;

"No... no."

"Mom, why aren't you asleep yet? I sent you a text message, didn't you see it?"

Fang Jiuran probably didn't hear the last sentence.

Because when Fang Mo said he didn't want to eat, the woman had already picked up the plates on the table, turned around and went into the kitchen to heat food for Fang Mo.

At that time, he walked into the living room with a guilty conscience and sat next to his father angrily.

Lao Fang kept stealing glances next to him, observing his father's reaction, trying to figure out from his father's expression whether this was the calm before the rainstorm, and whether he would be beaten by a mixed male and female doubles tonight.

Or he was overthinking it. Today was just a small chance incident, and both his father and mother had insomnia. He even started to organize excuses in his mind.

At that time, the father who was pretending to watch TV probably noticed Fang Mo's gaze.

He coughed and pretended to press the remote control in his hand.

"Strange, is the remote control broken?"

Fang Mo twitched the corner of his mouth and said to Lao Fang;

"Dad, what you got is the air conditioner remote control."

Lao Fang;…

Fang Mo; (⊙﹏⊙)

"Dad, why didn't you sleep either?"

In the end, Fang Mo couldn't suppress the panic in his heart. After all, his father and mother's reaction was a little too bland.

If you lose your temper a little, you will feel better!

He probably didn't realize it at the time, but there was an emotion welling up in his heart.

It's called guilt.

He tried desperately to find excuses to reduce his guilt.

But my father didn't even ask the reason for coming home late.

As a father, Lao Fang just glanced at his son meaningfully;

"Because I'm so hungry that I can't sleep, and your mother won't let me eat..."

Fang Mo;? ? ?

Lao Fang's education to his son has always been like this. He never points out certain things openly.

If you tell Fang Mo bluntly, we are waiting for you, and your parents will not be able to sleep until you come home.

First, it's too sensational. He, a grown man, can't say such things.

Second, talking to adolescents about giving will only arouse their rebelliousness.

Because in the eyes of rebellious teenagers, there is a truth.

I didn’t ask you to do this. If you do, do I have to thank you?

Lao Fang and Lin Daiyu are both proficient in literature, which is enough to show that he still has some attainments in pua and misfortune.

So as soon as these words came out, Fang Mo began to suffer in his heart and began to torture his soul.

madam...

Why don't you let daddy eat?

Why aren't they taking a break at this point?

because I!

The answer is already there, okay?

It is precisely because of this that my mother, who usually doesn't get off work until 08:30, always waits for him at home at 06:30 on her days off.

So every time when I go home for vacation, the dining table will only be filled with the things I like to eat.

This is not just luck, I was lucky enough to have these ingredients at home.

Lao Fang and his wife don't have big appetites, so they don't store too many ingredients at home.

I bought this just for myself!

This is why every time I go home on Friday, I can see a big table full of my favorite dishes!

This fucking love was given to him by his mother!

At that moment, Fang Mo's eyes turned red.

Fang Jiuran's motherly love for him was hidden in the old calendars in the old house, in the bonus that my mother was deducted for leaving get off work early every Friday after school, and in every duplicity she washed for him with her own hands. In socks and underwear...

That day, neither couple lost their temper with their son.

He just asked him to go back to his room to sleep after eating.

But that night, Fang Mo tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

From that day on, Fang Mo was out of school on Friday and never went to an Internet cafe again.

No matter how much my classmates tried to persuade me or what they said, I even had conflicts with my classmates later because I didn't fit in with others.

But Fang Mo still seemed like an adolescent freak.

Come home on time on weekends, never late...

Fang Jiuran's love probably means that he despises his son for being ignorant and disobedient, but he is still honest in his actions.

The only love in this world that is unconditional and does not expect anything in return is family affection.

Even Ning Yuelan, who has been secretly in love with Fang Mo for 13 years, isn't he also Tu Fangmo?

The next moment, Fang Mo looked at Ning Yuelan suspiciously;

"No, wife, what exactly do you want to ask?"

Ning Yuelan rolled her eyes at Fang Mo angrily;

"Oh, you little bastard, don't you think your parents are very sweet?"

"I want to say, if I get old, what if you dislike me? I am not as beautiful as when I was young, not as clingy as when I was young, and when I reach menopause, I am not as gentle as when I was young, and not as sensible as when I was young. what will you do?"

Hearing this, Fang Mo was stunned for a moment.

Dragging his chin, he seemed to be thinking about the answer seriously.

Ning Yuelan blushed, thinking that this bitch was trying to organize his words, but soon there were some touching words of love coming out of his mouth.

For example, if I don’t dislike you, I will still hold your hand and walk on the street, watch the sunset and dusk with you, and watch the first snow of every year with you.

Unexpectedly, Fang Mo's lips trembled for a moment and a sentence floated out;

"Then...shall I give you a facelift? Or, should I find a younger one?"