The wealthy mother's mind was read, and the villain's family collapsed

“You can watch it later.”

Fu Suicheng not only did not stop as Shu Ning wished, but instead walked a few steps towards her, pinching her slender and white waist and caressing it openly.

[Oh, but I'm just in a good mood today. If you want to watch it again in the future, it's impossible! ]

Shu Ning slapped the back of his hand without hesitation. Seeing that his hand was red from being slapped, she refused to let go. She gave him a coquettish look with her almond-shaped eyes, and while he was confused, she gently stroked his face.

Sure enough, Fu Suicheng loosened his grip a little and reached out to grab her hand, but Shu Ning dodged flexibly and pushed him down on the bed.

"Sit here and don't move, or you'll sleep in the living room tonight! I'll make your birthday an unforgettable one!"

Fu Suicheng was also sensible. He sat there with a powerful aura, and his posture was no different from that of an ancient emperor. However, his black eyes were indulged in beauty, and he was definitely a tyrant.

Shu Ning connected her phone to a speaker and played a piece of background music of classic classical dance. She followed the beat, moved her body flexibly, and danced like a butterfly.

Fu Suicheng stared at her with his dark eyes, his long, bony hands clenched into fists, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was obviously trying to restrain himself. After a while, he stood up and gently pulled at the collar of his nightgown, revealing a larger area of ​​his collarbone, and walked straight towards Shu Ning.

[When did the old man's patience become so poor? Did I dance so badly? He couldn't stand it anymore?]

The truth is just the opposite. Fu Suicheng has been addicted to her and cannot extricate himself. He thinks she is a freely dancing disc and just wants to catch her...

Shu Ning didn't like to give up halfway, especially since she had initially done it reluctantly to fulfill Fu Suicheng's birthday wish. Now she was immersed in it and felt the long-lost sense of satisfaction.

When Fu Suicheng approached, she dropped her slender fingers to the waistband of his nightgown, teasing him half-heartedly, and glared at him seductively every time he was about to make a move.

When the background music stopped, Shu Ning finished her dance moves, but her originally beautiful ending posture was unexpectedly forced to bump into Fu Suicheng's solid chest. It happened that the laces of his nightgown were wide open, and her face was directly pressed against his smooth wheat-colored pectoral muscles.

"Wife? Are you throwing yourself into my arms? That's unusual today!"

[You despicable old thing! If you have the guts, take off your claws from my waist! Do you think I will throw myself into your arms? ]

Shu Ning gritted her teeth and bit him. Fu Suicheng's forehead veins popped out and his muscles were tense. The calmness and restraint he had barely maintained just now were now gone. He pinched her waist and easily lifted her up, carrying her to the bed.

"A despicable old thing? Wife, I admit that you are a despicable person, but forget about it, old thing."

Shu Ning then realized that she had unconsciously spoken out her true feelings again, but now she had no time to worry about it...

"Wife, am I an old thing?"

More than two hours later, Shu Ning, who was lying on the bed with a look of despair on her face, heard a voice above her head and spoke reluctantly, "No! Yes! My husband is eighteen years old!"

[As expected, no matter how old the boss is, he is not easy to mess with. He is so strong! Will this ever end? ]

Fu Suicheng couldn't help but chuckle, and used his slender fingers to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Of course it's not over yet!

Shu Ning noticed that since Fu Suicheng's birthday, he has been more enthusiastic than before. Maybe he has realized the crisis of age? He wants to enjoy himself while he can still prove his ability?

A few days later, after another beautiful night, at noon, Shu Ning opened his eyes with a somewhat weak body, and found that someone who always got up early was still next to him. He couldn't help but kick him, and heard a muffled groan.

"Hubby? Are you okay?"

[I kicked him in the waist, the force was just like stepping on cotton, why is his face pale? Something is wrong! ]

"I'm fine!"

Fu Suicheng opened his dark eyes, his face calm, but the hand under the quilt was quietly massaging his waist.

"Are you really alright? I'll ask the housekeeper to call a doctor to see you. Don't be afraid to see a doctor, or else you'll end up paralyzed in bed. Do you still want to live to be ninety-nine?"

Fu Suicheng had no intention of seeing a doctor, but when he heard the words "paralyzed in bed", his face changed slightly and he looked a little embarrassed to speak.

"My waist hurts. Maybe it's too cold here. Maybe I caught a cold when I went out during the day?"

[A dead duck is only left with a stubborn mouth! These days I've either been out walking around the streets or shopping in the supermarket, or staying at home watching movies and playing video games with Yi Xin and Jing Lan. I haven't caught a cold, so how can you catch a cold? You think I'm easy to please, right? ]

Shu Ning took out the essential oil from the drawer next to her, rubbed her palms together to warm them up, then applied the essential oil to his waist and massaged it.

A wave of pain came over Fu Suicheng, and cold sweat fell from his forehead. He lay on the pillow without saying a word. He saw Shu Ning seemed to be "laughing" at him out of the corner of his eye, and he felt like he had a heart attack and didn't want to talk.

In the end, Shu Ning called an old Chinese doctor who was good at massage.

"Xiao Fu, when you reach middle age, you have to accept your age, ahem... You have to restrain yourself from some things, you are no longer young..."

The old Chinese doctor Du Zhong and Fu Suicheng were close friends, and he had helped Shu Ning with her health in the past. He was speaking directly at this moment, and Fu Suicheng's face turned pale. Shu Ning, who was standing next to him, also looked embarrassed and planned to go outside for a while.

"Little Fu's wife, you have to take care of him. I see that your temper is very different this time. I think you can control this kid. How are the children at home? I heard that you have grandchildren? Next time I have the chance to return to China, I will definitely come to visit and see these children!"

Shu Ning couldn't leave now, so she had to sit on a chair and chat with Du Zhong. They chatted happily, and Fu Suicheng, who was sweating all over his face while lying on the bed and letting Du Zhong push him, wanted to talk to him, but he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back the pain and make a fool of himself.

For a whole week, I had to follow my doctor and not only was I worried about a lot of things, I had to hold my waist when walking every day, and I had to wait for Du Zhong to come and give me massage in the morning and afternoon.

Shu Ning's condition improved, but he looked haggard and thinner. Shu Ning couldn't bear to see that, so he contacted the herbal restaurant, wrote down a few recipes for tonic soups, and went to the kitchen to make tonic soups for Fu Suicheng for several days.

"Honey, our anniversary trip only has one week left. How about extending it a little? Go somewhere else?"

Fu Suicheng had regained his lively appearance that day, as he had a rosy complexion after drinking tonic soup for a few days. Shu Ning and Chen Yixin had been hanging out everywhere these days, and Gu Jinglan had been abandoned at home because he had become a light bulb in the sisters' eyes, so he had to come to his good friend's house all day to accompany him and make fun of him.

"I don't want to stay outside anymore. I miss my children. Fat Tiger is less than three months old. He must have forgotten me as his grandmother."

Although Fat Tiger was smart, Shu Ning felt that the baby might be physically suppressed. After all, at this age, he couldn't control his poop and pee, so he probably couldn't control it in his memory.

Fu Suicheng was silent now. Speaking of Fat Tiger, he, as a grandfather, also missed him a little, although that kid deserved a beating!

At the Xinglan Mountain Villa, Fat Tiger sneezed several times in succession. Fu Mushu and Zhou Lin, who were packing their luggage, stopped what they were doing and walked over with worried looks on their faces.

"Why don't we not go to Iceland? Fat Tiger is so young, what if he gets sick? He's sneezing now!"