Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

Victor Hugo once said that extreme pain is as short-lived as extreme pleasure because it is too violent.

Jiang Wu felt that he had suffered enough last night.But why did he wake up the next morning, and he still clearly remembered that he was leaning on the young man, losing control of his emotions and falling asleep?

If time could be turned back, he thought he would hold back, definitely would.

But now, rather than being ashamed, it is better to say that she has no face to face herself.

Jiang Wu sat on the bed with an unfathomable expression, stretched his hand under the bed, clasped his thumb and index finger tightly, and pinched his thigh.Trying to clear up my confused mind.

If it is not afraid of death.He was not allowed to jump from a second-story window.

What is this, to be scared to cry by a dream, and still in front of Feng Cheng.

How can I be a person in the future...

On the other hand, Xiao Tiancheng hugged him and comforted him all night without closing her eyes.

At this moment, he was still full of energy, with a gentle smile on his face, and brought his favorite minced meat custard.

Scooped up a spoonful, gently blew away the heat, and handed it to Jiang Wu's lips.

The man's face was gray and his thin lips were closed, showing no intention of opening his mouth.

Feng Cheng put the custard into his mouth, Jiang Wu thought that he was going to feed it mouth to mouth, and quickly said: "I have no appetite."

The hard four words were thrown out, but were scattered by a swallowing sound.

"I know." Feng Cheng stuffed another spoonful into his mouth, moved his lips a few times, and nodded: "It's really delicious."

Jiang Wu's eyes were hot, his adam's apple slipped, the glutton in his stomach was aroused, and his mouth kept secreting saliva.

He could only force himself to look away.

Without the audience, Feng Cheng's performance came to an end.

He gently leaned the spoon on the rim of the bowl, stood up halfway, pressed his knees against the bedding, leaned over and kissed Jiang Wu's cheek.

"No appetite, huh?" He whispered through his nose, turning unexpectedly to seal the man's lips.

The scent of custard was sent in by the tongue, Jiang Wu's pupils trembled, and his eyes widened a little.

Feng Cheng backed away, chuckling: "You're drooling a lot."

Jiang Wu raised his hand to wipe off the heat from his lips, and looked at the young man speechlessly.

Feng Cheng picked up the bowl again, this time directly put it on the man's lap, "Eat."

slapped in the face.

Jiang Wu gave up on himself and picked up the spoon, no matter what, he couldn't make things difficult for his stomach.

He seems to be less and less hungry recently, he eats more than usual, but gets hungry faster than usual.

Put the custard in your mouth, it is smooth and soft, with the salty aroma of minced meat, it can be called a delicacy that you will never get tired of eating.

Before I knew it, I emptied a bowl.

"I want to go out and relax."

Jiang Wu lowered his eyes and said in a low voice.

Feng Cheng nodded, "Okay."

Jiang Wu twitched the corner of his mouth, then put it down quickly, "I'm alone."

Feng Cheng was silent for a moment, and when Jiang Wu felt that he would not respond, he gave a soft 'um'.

The corners of Jiang Wu's mouth curled up again, this time smiling from the bottom of his heart: "Let's get a divorce."

Ah.

Feng Cheng also smiled, and moved his lips close to his ear, biting the cold five words directly: "Don't push yourself too far."

Jiang Wu hissed, and pushed the young man away: "The real murderer."

Feng Cheng's cold and glamorous eyebrows and eyes warmed up, and he kissed him on the ear: "I like you."

This time it was Jiang Wusilence's turn.

After a long time, he lifted the quilt, got out of bed and stepped on his slippers, and went to the bathroom in silence.

When he came out, the young man was no longer in the room.

"So, you plan to just part ways with him?" Han Yinjue stared at the man in front of him in disbelief.

Jiang Wu moved his eyelids: "Give me a suggestion."

Han Yinjue clicked his tongue twice: "I don't know how to be blessed when I am blessed. I thank you for being here on behalf of the majority of orange fans."

Jiang Wu frowned and stared at him displeasedly.

Han Yinjue kept shaking his head: "Let's go to Villini, it's big enough and there are many people, it's a big hermit in the city."

Jiang Wu pondered for a while, but did not answer.

Han Yinjue squeezed the end of the straw in his hand: "No, I'm just wondering, you two are in love, why not?"

"Of course you don't understand."

"I really don't understand your brain circuit. If you let such a beautiful woman hide and pamper you, and keep breaking up and getting divorced every day, if anyone can have your shit luck, I'm afraid they will wake up in a dream." oh."

Jiang Wu glanced at him and said angrily, "Drink your red urine."

Losing interest in chatting in an instant, he raised his palm slightly, pressed down on the armrest of the sofa, and planned to get up and leave.

"I'm a Lafite in 82 that was shipped from Villini. It's red urine and red soup!" Han Yinjue said while reaching out to help him: "Why are you like an old man?"

The action is too slow.

Jiang Wu supported his waist, but didn't answer.

He didn't know what was going on, but recently his waist, legs and feet were often sore and limp, and his body was very heavy. He was so tired that he didn't even take a few steps to come to Han Yinjue's place by spaceship.

Jiang Wu touched his slightly protruding abdomen, it was hard, not like fat accumulation.

Not sick, right?

Here, Feng Cheng also went back home and asked Vivienne about pregnancy.

"Count the days, it's been a few days, you should be careful with him." The glamorous woman sighed, turned around and lay on the shoulder of her husband who had been stiff and silent all the time: "This is pregnant with a cub!" , Brother Xiao, just recognize that daughter-in-law, right?"

Feng Xiao squinted his eyes, and met his younger son's gaze, "Is he still divorcing you?"

Feng Cheng raised his eyebrows: "No." How did Dad know?

"Don't be sloppy with me," Feng Xiao sneered, "Old Han told me everything about you."

Feng Cheng lowered his eyelashes knowingly.Han Yinjue's grandfather is my father's friend.

Feng Xiao raised his chin, his cold eyes turned to his wife: "Do you want to recognize such a character?"

Vivian pinched his arm secretly: "Why don't you admit it, the thing in my daughter-in-law's belly is your Feng family's seed!"

Fengche also persuaded from the side: "Dad, he is still pregnant, he is not feeling well, and it is understandable that he is depressed. Brother Cheng is considerate of him and let him go. It hurts him. The two of them have a deep relationship, how can they really separate. "

"Yes, Dad."

"Dad, you don't want to beat mandarin ducks with a club, do you?" Feng Feng dryly interjected beside him.

The audience was silent.

Feng Feng immediately shut his mouth: I am indeed the king of the cold.

"Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with him?" On this question, what Feng Xiao valued most was the youngest son's thoughts.

Feng Cheng nodded without hesitation.

"I hope you won't regret it."

The old blood who lived for thousands of years finally let go, "No matter what happens in the future, remember, we will always be your backing."

"Thank you dad."

Feng Cheng stood up and took the initiative to end the conversation.

When Jiang Wu got home, Feng Cheng hadn't come back yet.

He sat on the sofa with his hands in his hands and stared blankly for a while.

The brain went on strike for a moment, and when it gradually recovered, a crazy idea popped up—why not leave now?

Feng Cheng is not at home right now, isn't it the best time to run away?

He moved his feet and was about to take action, but his stomach twitched violently and became painful.He bent down and covered his abdomen with his hands, sweating profusely from the pain.

This is what Feng Cheng saw when he returned home.

"Brother Wu?" He was startled, and immediately stepped forward, the faint fragrance of his body enveloped the man, which was more effective than the best painkiller.

The pain in Jiang Wu's stomach subsided instantly.

"I seem to have something growing in my stomach?" Seeing him, as if he had found the backbone, Jiang Wu took the initiative to unbutton his suit jacket, revealing the white shirt inside. Hold it down.

"Don't catch a cold." Feng Cheng sat next to the man, half-embracing him in his arms, covering the slightly raised area through his clothes.

He didn't move much, and the part of Jiang Wu's abdomen suddenly became warm, like a warm baby.

The little life inside felt the energy fluctuations sent by the father.Shaking happily.

very healthy.Feng Cheng felt relieved, and withdrew her hand in satisfaction.

The moment the energy fluctuation was interrupted, the little life also suddenly stopped moving.

Jiang Wu clearly felt something moving in his stomach.

"what is this?"

His face was filled with anxiety, and he stretched out his hand to hold down his lower abdomen several times, but the young man pushed his hand away.

"What's this!" He asked again with an emphatic tone.

Feng Cheng shook his head: "Nothing, I just saw it."

Jiang Wu believed in his ability, frowned, and looked down at his slightly protruding belly: "Then why..."

"Fat." The person on the other side smiled slightly.

Jiang Wuleng frowned, and stopped talking.

Feng Cheng looked at him for a while, then leaned over and hugged his waist clingily: "I love you, I only love you, and I love you the most."

The soft lips fell on his lips, and he tried to suck for a while, but Jiang Wu remained unmoved.

He entangled for a while, and when he saw that the man's enthusiasm could not be ignited, he backed away, half aggrieved and half pleading: "Brother Wu, don't treat me like this."

Jiang Wu turned his eyes back, looked at the young man, and suddenly said, "I've figured it out."

Feng Cheng's eyes turned cold, and he pursed his lips and stared at him.

"sorry."

Jiang Wu put down these three words, went back to the room, and threw the paper divorce document that he had prepared earlier on the low table, "I've signed it, and it's up to you——I'm leaving first."

He clenched the handle of the suitcase, closed his eyes, lowered his head, and walked quickly towards the entrance.

Feng Cheng's trembling voice sounded from behind: "What about the child?"

Jiang Wuhe stopped, turned his head with a stiff face in disbelief, his eyes reached the young man's flat belly: "Are you pregnant?"

"Hmm." Feng Cheng lowered her eyelashes, clear drops of water slipped out from the roots very slowly, bounced on the tip a few times, and finally hit her face like broken beads.

His fair skin was flushed by the water marks, and he sucked the reddened tip of his nose, crying more and more pitifully.

"You're gone, what about the child?" The red eyes were full of questioning, and the young man took a few steps closer, his light-colored eyes like stars in the night crumbling.

Jiang Wu's heart tightened when he saw it, and his chest ached like a forceps.

His fingers resting on the handle trembled again and again, but in the end he was successfully picked up by the young man, and he followed the arm around his waist to the bedroom in a daze.

Until the moment when Feng Cheng pushed him onto the bed, Jiang Wu still had the unreal feeling of being in an illusion.

"Pregnant? Are you really pregnant?" His face was full of collapse, his chest was shaking violently, and the blow he received seemed severe.

Feng Cheng held down Jiang Wubu's shoulder that was honestly about to flip, adjusted the position, and easily controlled the man's wrist above his head with one hand.

Knees against the sides of his legs, carefully propping up so as not to press on the belly.

"It's okay to be pregnant..."

Fearing that he would catch a cold, Feng Cheng didn't take off his shirt, and his empty fingers went directly to the belt, and it tore off with a little force.

Jiang Wu's ankle was gently pushed away, and in a daze, he saw the lips above his vision zoom in, completing what he said just now: "Exercising moderately."

A gentle, loving sweet kiss fell vertically, carefully sealing the eyelids.

I could have tolerated darkness if I hadn't seen the sun.

But now the sun makes my desolation a new desolation.

Feng Cheng stretched out his fingertips, and very slowly wiped away the tears at the end of Jiang Wu's eyes. He narrowed his eyes, and frankly met those bright black pupils full of blame.

Jiang Wu's voice was unsteady, and he couldn't help but murmured under him: "It's all over, return him, fucking lie to me!"

"Yeah." Feng Cheng lowered his waist, revealing his true colors: "I am a greedy villain, not only lying to you now..."

More vainly trying to cheat you away for the rest of your life.

He sent the second half of the sentence into the man's mouth.

A passionate and lingering kiss, hot as fire, inseparable.

Jiang Wu took the time to cry and cursed, "I'm fucking blind."

The young man lowered his head again, pressed his lips against his shoulder, and hummed to comfort him: "Now you can regain your sight."

The bed board shook heavily.

"It's not too late." He exhaled very lightly.

Jiang Wu: ...

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The author has something to say: Feng Cheng: It's a showdown, stop pretending!

Jiang Wu: What a lost lamb, I'm blinded, I'm just a beast in sheep's clothing! !

Neptune: Distressed that I have no cubs.

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 8 bottles of joy; 5 bottles of Ayo; 1 bottle of 呲呲;

I will continue to work hard!