Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

The rain mine business has grown by leaps and bounds.

All the big and small affairs of the company are arranged by capable assistants. Jiang Wu, as a behind-the-scenes boss of the shopkeeper, only needs to be happy at home and collect money.

The business is so smooth, thanks to Little Sweet Orange.

Jiang Wuwang has a strong personality, the unhappiness he had caused before has been erased by his brain long ago, and there are no traces left.

He immediately left the room, and when he reached the corner of the stairs, he happened to meet Feng Cheng who was about to go upstairs.

Jiang Wu stood still, Feng Cheng also stopped, put his fingers on the armrest, and looked up slightly.

The young man stared at him with soft eyes, and when he got close, he could still see the silver lines in his eyes clearly.

Feng Cheng seemed to have something on his mind, and when Jiang Wu passed by, his eyelids suddenly drooped, his pupils were fixed in the void, and a touch of sadness overflowed from under his eyelashes.

The fingernails on the armrest were slightly bent, digging at the red paint on it, making a rustling scratching sound.

Jiang Wu came closer again, and this time the other party even breathed a lot easier.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Wu leaned over, lowered his head slightly, and just met the half of the pupil hidden under the eyelashes of the young man.

The obsidian-like black eyeballs suddenly burst into view, Feng Cheng was taken aback, opened his eyes wide suddenly, his clear eyes fell on the man's deep facial features, pursed his lips, stretched out his hand slowly toward Jiang Wu's circle the body.

The movement was very slow, giving enough time for the person in front of him to react.

Jiang Wu didn't move until the opponent's arm landed firmly on his waist, the arm tightened, and he was led to stagger half a step forward, and his whole body was attached to Feng Cheng's body.

"Brother Wu." The young man's pleasant voice suddenly sounded, cautiously probing, "If someone disagrees with us being together, will you leave under pressure?"

Jiang Wu raised his eyebrows, and asked with a smile: "You mean your father?"

Feng Cheng nodded, relaxed the strength on his arms a little, stepped back halfway, stared into his eyes and asked, "Will Brother Wu know?"

Jiang Wu laughed out loud this time, and said slowly: "That depends on how much your father gave you."

There was a sudden pain in the waist, and the smile on the corner of Jiang Wu's mouth was ruined halfway before he could tear it away.

He quickly touched it, and what he touched was the young man's slender fingers, like iron tongs, pinching his waist.

Jiang Wu stretched out his hand to break it, but he didn't move it, but made the hand tightened even more.

He endured the pain and glanced at Xiao Tiancheng, the tension in the youth's eyes was gone, the worry was gone, the anxiety was gone, only the coldness and unhappiness remained on his face.

"Brother, I'm joking with you, let go." Jiang Wu laughed in pain, his chest was shaking, and he stretched his head over like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, and stuck it to the young man's face, with a low voice The voice penetrated into his ear canal, causing a tingling feeling: "It's okay, don't think about it. I just want to have a good time with you."

The strength in Feng Cheng's hand gradually loosened, and it was replaced by a slack on his waist.

"Hey, I've been lucky in my life to meet you." Jiang Wu raised his arms and hugged the big baby in front of him, holding him tightly in his arms.

Even if it's only a short ten years, I don't regret talking about this love.

Feng Cheng's eyes became darker, she turned her face sideways and closed her eyes, quietly indulging in this warm confession.

The shriveled organs are like a mass of fully moistened sponges, quickly plump and expand, filling the riddled ventricles to the brim.

The man's embrace was very warm, and his broad chest was tightly wrapped around him, carrying a strange and soothing power.

Feng Cheng leaned against his arms and slowly softened her body.

The tense nerves seemed to be caressed by an invisible big hand.

The tearing feeling that had tortured him for a long time was slowly fading away.The heavy brain also lightened accordingly.

How long has it been since I've been so relaxed.

Before he met a man, he had accumulated too much rubbish in his heart.

Even if those thoughts are fed to the abyss, the abyss will also be belched in chaos.

What's more, the abyss is in his heart.

Feng Cheng has long forgotten how to laugh, how to perceive happiness.

Everything around him has nothing to do with him, he wanders outside this world, watching the audience's life indifferently.

The second life given by heaven only made him feel numb and weary.

It's just a walking dead that can still think.

Just go on in a daze.Feng Cheng planned this way.

However, beware of a beam of warm and dazzling sunlight suddenly breaking into the dark and damp corner of the heart.

He didn't show any resistance.

Instead, he closed his eyes comfortably and let himself sink into it...

An extremely deliberate cough broke in suddenly, breaking the warm scene of the two standing and embracing each other.

Jiang Wu's figure moved, and the moment he raised his head, he happened to see the young man (?) standing behind Feng Cheng.

With platinum-blond hair that exudes aristocratic radiance, and those eyes that are very similar to Fengcheng, Jiang Wu can almost confirm that he is the man he saw in the box of the auction house that day.

Grandpa Han Yinjue's friend, Xiao Feng.

No, it should be Feng Xiao.

Jiang Wu remembered that King Hai said that the person who spent money to blackmail him was Feng Cheng's father, his father-in-law, Feng Xiao.

Feng Xiao is staring at him very unkindly now, it should be said that the emotion revealed in his eyes is much stronger than the first time he met in the box.

The two thin lips were pressed together stiffly, and the lifeless gaze pressed over, cold and sharp.

No matter how thick-skinned Jiang Wu was, he could only withdraw the hand holding his son embarrassingly.

In front of elders, especially in front of an elder who doesn't like him very much, he should restrain himself if he can, so as not to arouse the other party's deeper disgust.

Feng Cheng turned around and looked at his father lightly: "Dad."

Feng Xiao's eyes looked at his youngest son, and his dry voice let out an expression of kindness as a response.

His voice didn't match his appearance, like a broken blower, or bark scraping a page.Rusty, with a bit of old panting sound.

"Come here, I have something to talk to you." Feng Xiao turned his eyes back and stared at Jiang Wu, his gaze was cold without any warmth.

Jiang Wu moved his body and was about to step forward, but Feng Cheng grabbed his hand: "Dad, it's the same if you have something to talk to me about."

Feng Xiao didn't look at him, but fixed his eyes on Jiang Wu: "Come here."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Wu smiled slightly, turned to face Feng Cheng and said in a low voice, "Let go, I'll be back after a few words with Dad."

The title 'Dad' is very fluent in the man's mouth.

The corners of Feng Cheng's lips curved slightly, and he obediently let go of his hand.

It's just that at the moment when it was completely separated, something was stuffed in.

Jiang Wu frowned, and gathered his palms to hold the thing.

Still pretending to be nonchalant, Feng Xiao's attention was always on the two of them whispering, so he didn't notice the small movements of their hands.

The young father-in-law went to the balcony first. Jiang Wu took advantage of the gap when he turned his back and looked down at his hand. It was a black chip. He inserted the chip into the interface of the bracelet on the optical brain, and the data was read , what is displayed on the watch screen is a storage account, the name is his, and the amount is 500 billion.

Jiang Wu was taken aback, his steps stopped, he wanted to turn his head to take a look at Feng Cheng, but he was afraid that Feng Xiao would notice something, so he gave up.

He quickened his pace and went to the balcony.

Feng Xiao threw a sound-proof ball, the white ball was absorbed to the ceiling, releasing a light blue circular light net, covering the two of them.

Jiang Wu saw it strangely, raised his hand to touch it, and his fingers could pass through unimpeded. He was a little confused about what it was for.

Feng Xiao's face was very pale, his eyes were blue, and his lips were abnormally red.

Especially when exposed to the sun, the feeling of sickness becomes more obvious.

"If it's for money, there are 20 billion here, leave my son." Feng Xiao straight to the point and showed him the transfer interface of the optical brain, a row of nine zeros is very eye-catching.

Jiang Wu shook his head and sincerely refused: "Uncle, we really love each other."

To be honest, facing Feng Xiao's young face, his teeth were sore when he called uncle.

Feng Xiao didn't react much, his expression didn't change at all, he raised his hand and changed the amount in the transfer box to 40 billion.

When those inorganic eyes fixed on his face, Jiang Wu was silent for a moment, and he still didn't know what to say.

Feng Xiao raised his chin, narrowed his eyes and quietly waited for his statement.

"I won't be separated from him." Jiang Wu turned his head to look at the living room with a smile, and the corners of his mouth widened when he touched the figure on the sofa.

He suddenly understood why his Little Sweet Orange transferred the 500 billion just now.

"Too little?" There was irony in Feng Xiao's eyes, his stiff lips were pulled up, and his voice was gritty and old: "100 billion, as long as you leave him, this 100 billion will be yours."

Jiang Wu turned around, looked at the other party squarely and said, "I'm not short of money."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, held the black chip between his slender fingertips, and handed it to the old vampire, "Here is 500 billion, just treat it as a gift from me, please, Dad, accept it."

Jiang Wu hesitated for a while before calling out Dad, this name was too shameful to call Shang Feng Xiao's age-indistinguishable face.

In the end it was cheeky to call out.

Feng Xiao didn't take it away, he took a deep look at Jiang Wu, the irony in his eyes faded a lot, but that shadowy feeling of repulsion still stood between the two of them.

Let Jiang feel at ease.

I think it is more comfortable to stay with Feng Cheng.

"Dad," Jiang Wu called out more affectionately than the previous ones. He stepped forward, forcibly broke through Feng Xiao's exclusive aura wall, grabbed the cold and stiff hand, and swung the black The chip tucked in: "Don't worry, I'll take care of Sweet Orange, and I promise to keep him healthy and fat."

Feng Xiao's hand trembled, and he pulled it back suddenly.He hadn't had such close contact with humans for hundreds of years.

Jiang Wu took his hand back indifferently, with a polite smile on his face, "Dad, what else do you dissatisfy with me, just point it out, I will try my best to change it if I can."

Even though he was repeatedly humiliated by him with money, the man in front of him still had a kind attitude and a gentle manner.

This kind of mind alone is beyond the reach of most young humans.Not to mention their arrogant aliens.

Feng Xiao didn't speak any more, took back the soundproof ball, walked past the man into the living room.

Jiang Wuzheng was about to follow, Feng Xiao looked back at him: "Don't come here yet."

This meant talking to Feng Cheng alone.

Jiang Wu nodded with a smile, made a gesture of invitation, took a step back, and continued to bask in the sun by leaning on the railing of the balcony.

Feng Xiao stood in front of his son and asked in a slow voice: "You must have him?"

Feng Cheng didn't answer right away.

He turned his head, looked across the hall, and cast his eyes directly on Jiang Wu who was soaked in the warm light.

The man may be bored, with his long legs crossed, his body leaning against the railing, his cheeks sideways, the sunlight outlines his outline with golden lines, blending into the splendid seascape, like a god descending from the world.

"He is my salvation." Feng Cheng stared heavily at the man, at his raised hand in boredom, at the red neck where his fingernails scratched...

In Feng Cheng's eyes, every movement seemed to be slowed down dozens of times.

He could have endured the darkness if he had never seen the sun.

But once you touch it, you can't bear to let go.

The author has something to say: I'm a little late today, sorry everyone! !

The promised fat is delayed and replenished (covering face)

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