You Can't Be Fierce Towards Me!

Young Master Fu gave him a big roll of his eyes, what do you use for buying you back, is it a waste of rice?

Then he was held down and kissed by the nurse who failed to make love and directly rebelled for a long time.

Panting and pushing him away, Fu Tian rubbed his red ears and face, and ran away pretending to be calm.

Chu Xiangtian looked at his flustered and shy back, twitched the corners of his lips, and wrote a letter in a calm manner, and asked the servant to take the message to the post station.

Two days later, Fu Tian was about to set off to Xingdong County to see the land. Just the day before the departure, Wen Zeming, who hadn't made a fuss for a long time, came to the door again.

The concierge stopped him from entering, and Wen Zeming yelled loudly at the door that Fu Tian was unfilial, accusing him of his crimes one by one. After a while, many people gathered around the door of Fu's house to watch the excitement.

When Fu Huang received the notification from his servants and slowly appeared, Wen Zeming had been making noise at the door for quite a while.

Today's Wen Zeming is far less energetic than when Fu Tian first saw him, with a sallow complexion, sunken cheeks, drooping eyes, and a calculating light shining inside.

He doesn't have the slightest literary popularity, and he just looks like a calculating ordinary person.

Fu Tian frowned slightly, and looked at him coldly, "What's the matter?"

Wen Zeming's face tightened when he looked at him. Fu Tian was dressed in a brocade gown, standing there upright, which was enough to make people unable to take their eyes off him. He was completely different from the trash that Wen Boli once talked about. .

As if his eyes were being stabbed, Wen Zeming took a step back subconsciously, and then he was firmly nailed in place by the unwillingness in his heart, his neck was stuck like a rooster who was defeated but refused to admit defeat, even his eyes were red, "Father is seriously ill and wants to see you."

Fu Tian was slightly stunned, and couldn't express what he felt in his heart for a moment. Today, he and Wen Boli are already jealous enemies when they meet each other.

"Tomorrow I'm going to Xingdong County on business, I'll ask Daifu to go there for me."

Instead of directly refusing, Fu Tian thought of a compromise, and the people around him were watching the fun. If he acted too tough, maybe these people would make up something else indiscriminately. In the eyes of these people, death is a Big, now that Wen Boli is seriously ill, he still refuses to go and see, maybe he will be labeled as unfilial.

Not wanting to cause trouble, Fu Tian let go and agreed to let Dai Fu go and have a look.

However, Wen Zeming didn't want to accept it as soon as it was good. He said angrily: "Father is still thinking about you even when he is seriously ill, but you don't even want to see him in person?"

Slowly pursing his lips, Fu Tian frowned and did not respond.

Wen Zeming was still relentless, wiped his tears hypocritically, and said with red eyes: "The doctor said it. Father...he can't last a few days."

"His only wish is to see you again." He covered his face with a sad expression, as if the person who did the wrong thing was Fu Tian.

The crowd of onlookers discussed in low voices, and some people even said loudly on purpose: "After all, they are their own flesh and blood, and they refuse to even see each other for the last time, it is too cold-blooded and heartless."

With so many words, Wen Zeming showed a triumphant smile through the cover of his sleeve.

"In that case, Daifu doesn't have to go."

Fu Huang looked at him condescendingly. Although he didn't know why Wen Zeming wanted him to go to Wen Boli so wholeheartedly, he knew with his toes that it would definitely not be a good thing. filial piety.

Asking the concierge to see off the guests, Fu Tian turned around and walked in.

"Fu Tian, ​​you unfilial son!"

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

Fu Huang, who had gone far away, suddenly turned back and looked at him coldly, "One is that I have nothing to do with Wen Boli for a long time, and the other is that it is impossible for Wen Boli to still miss me before he dies. If he really I'm about to die, and I'm also seeking medical treatment in fear, will you think about me?"

Slightly raising the corners of his mouth, Fu Tian frowned slightly, "Although I don't know what you insisted on me going to see Wenboli, but I guess...it will definitely not be a good thing. What are you planning?"

Wen Zeming's face turned pale, and he took a step back subconsciously, pointing at Fu Tian sternly and scolding: "What nonsense are you talking about?! Don't make excuses for your unfilial piety."

"You can do it for yourself." Fu Tian put away the smile on his face and looked at him expressionlessly.

Wen Zeming's eyes flinched, not sure if he guessed something, but they did it so covertly, how could Fu Tian know.

Taking two steps back, Wen Zeming lost his mind and walked to another alley.

After turning around one street and two alleys, we arrived at Wen's house. On the dilapidated gate, the plaque with black letters on a red background became more and more mottled. Wen Zeming looked up lifelessly, showing a sinister smile.

He walked in, turned around and fastened the door tightly, and then continued to walk inside.

The yard was quiet, even the flowers and plants were drooping with wilted leaves. When approaching the main house, sharp human voices could be faintly heard.

"Mother, I'm back." Wen Zeming pushed open the door, interrupting Bai Ruihe's curses.

Bai Ruihe looked behind him and asked doubtfully, "Where is he? Didn't he come back with you?"

Wen Zeming's face showed a bit of sarcasm, but he didn't want to say more, so he said viciously: "No."

"Then what about our plan?" Bai Ruihe sat down and took a sip from the teacup. Just now he scolded Wen Boli, his throat was dry.

Wen Zeming walked to the hospital bed and looked at the person lying on it indifferently.

On the messy couch, Wen Boli's face was covered with ashes, his cloudy eyes were wide open, his lips were trembling as he tried to say something, but he could only utter vague words.

Seeing his appearance, and thinking of Fu Tian's superiority, Wen Zeming twisted his face for a while, looked at the person on the sick bed and said maliciously: "Your good son, but knowing that you are dying of illness, you don't even want to come to see you .”

"Don't you always talk about him? Look, your good son doesn't want to have anything to do with you now."

The person on the bed opened his mouth wide open, and spit out two broken words, "Nie... son..."

I don't know who I'm scolding.

Wen Zeming didn't care, he even smiled happily when he saw Wen Boli's miserable appearance, then turned his head to search around, found the medicine boiled the day before on the table, took a small bowl and poured it A bowl of black concoction came out and approached Wen Boli, like a poisonous snake vomited out a letter, "My dear father, it's time for you to take your medicine."

Wen Boli on the bed showed panic in his eyes, his mouth was tightly shut, and his body twitched uncontrollably.

Wen Zeming sneered, forcefully pried open his clenched teeth, and poured a whole bowl of black concoction into which he didn't know if it was bad or not. The black concoction overflowed from the corner of his mouth and no one cared. Wen Zeming threw the medicine bowl aside and looked at him mockingly, "Since Fu Tian refuses to come, let you live a little longer."

Wen Boli on the bed struggled and twitched a few times, and finally calmed down like death, staring blankly at the gray wall.

******

"What do you think Wen Zeming is trying to trick me into going over there?"

Under the big tree in the east courtyard, Fu Tian propped his face lazily, and opened his mouth to eat a grape that Chu Xiangtian fed.

The grapes were brought up by the Zhuangzi below. They were picked fresh in the morning when they were in season, and all of them were sweet.

Chu Xiangtian squinted his eyes, and twirled his fingers that were a little bit stained with grape juice, "He's making such a fuss, he just wants to force you to go there, there's probably some trap waiting, I'll have someone check it out."

Fu Tian also felt that, in fact, he didn't realize Wen Zeming's intention at the beginning, but since he said to let Dai Fu pass, Wen Zeming's performance was too excited, he was clearly acting and wanted to use public opinion to force him, he would not I feel that Wen Zeming is so filial, and he uses so many means to let him fulfill Wen Boli's wish.

So he kept an eye out, and deliberately cheated him in the end, and Wen Zeming really showed his guilty conscience.

"Who are you looking for?" Fu Tian asked strangely.

Chu Xiangtian smiled, "My subordinates, I will ask them to recognize the general's wife after finishing their work."

Fu Tian stared round his eyes and kicked him under the table, "It's the general's husband!" He was so ignorant that he didn't even want to ask for wages.

Chu Xiangtian took two breaths with an exaggerated "hiss", grabbed Fu Tian's hand on the table, and crawled along the pole: "My husband doesn't know how to pity my family."

Fu Huang was shocked by him and got goosebumps all over his body. A mighty Wuhan son who is more than eight feet mourns and complains at you and calls himself a "slave family". No one can bear it.

"You, you...shameless!"

Seeing the successful smile on someone's face, he finally couldn't help but curse angrily.

Chu Xiangtian conveniently fed another grape into his mouth, and complied calmly, "Yeah."