I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao spoke the words, but he was very embarrassed before he got an answer.

It's so embarrassing to be so scared by ghost stories that you can't sleep.

But when he thought of the paper figurines in the scriptures, his heart trembled.

Su Yao was quite nervous for a moment, and couldn't help pinching the corner of the quilt.

Sure enough, Fu Ling stood at the door and paused: "It's not very convenient."

A gust of wind blew outside, and the heavy rain slapped under the eaves, and the bamboo shadows outside the window were scattered, as if a ghost was passing through.

Su Yao glanced at it from the corner of his eye, feeling fearful and anxious in his heart, he couldn't help hugging the quilt tightly, and raised his eyes: "...Mr. Fu, I'm afraid."

Fu Ling's whole body melted.

The person on the couch is like a little bunny with its ears drooping and huddled up, fluffy and soft, and white and clean.

Fu Ling glanced at it, his pupils were much deeper.

Just now, Fu Ling replied that he wanted to get caught, so Fu Ling no longer pretended to refuse.

He strode over and sat down on the couch: "Okay, I won't be leaving tonight."

Su Yao was silent for a moment, her cheeks suddenly became hot.

A little embarrassment suddenly arose in his heart, and he jumped out of bed in a panic: "I'm going to wash up."

The wind and rain were blowing outside the window.

It's a good day to stay home and sleep.

Fu Ling was sitting on the couch, with a light crimson tulle behind him, looking openly at the figures washing outside the curtain.

Eye-catching.

Happy.

Comfortable all over.

I didn't know before that, Guanshi Meng is quite good at furnishing the house and adding monthly money to Guanshi Meng.

Su Yao tidied up outside for a long time, consciously calmed down, and dared to lift the curtain: "Mr. Fu, I'll pour the water for you."

Fu Ling only said "um".

The candle was flickering, Su Yao held on to her belt and paused for a while.

He met Fu Ling's crooked eyebrows, and then staggered: "Mr. Fu is not allowed to look."

Fu Ling smiled: "They are all big men, why can't I see them?"

Su Yao's ears were slightly red, but somehow she felt that what Fu Ling said made sense.

He paused: "Then you can see."

At this moment, Fu Ling turned his back seriously: "I don't want to look at it, but Boss Su can change it."

Su Yao noticed that his words were narrowed: "What are you laughing at?"

Fu Ling raised the corner of his mouth: "I laugh at how thin-skinned Boss Su is."

Su Yao choked, and his whole body was in a panic.

Su Yao nodded, took off his outer shirt three times and five times, glanced at the couch, and only urged Fu Ling: "Mr. Fu to wash up."

Fu Ling turned around with a smile: "Then when I come back from the shower, Boss Su won't drive me away."

Su Yao's heart thumped wildly, and as soon as Fu Ling got up, he quickly slipped into the quilt.

After wrapping it up for a while, I felt something was wrong again, so I got up and went to the cabinet to take out another quilt.

When Fu Ling came back, he saw Su Yao sitting on the couch, spreading the quilt for him.

how to say.

The truth is that the married life in the future must be very happy.

Fu Ling only lifted the curtain: "Why do I sleep on this quilt?"

Su Yao's eyelashes trembled, and she whispered: "...my quilt is too narrow to sleep two people."

Fu Ling said "Oh" and then smiled mischievously: "That's not what I meant."

As soon as Su Yao stopped, he heard Fu Ling's calm voice: "I just want to say, I don't like the color of this quilt."

She frowned again: "It doesn't mean you want to share a quilt with Boss Su."

Su Yao hesitated again, and immediately put down his hands: "There is nothing else if you don't like it."

Also got into the quilt.

Also covered his head.

This tone seemed to annoy people.

Fu Ling smiled, and untied his coat: "Then I'll put out the candle."

There was a muffled "hmm" in the quilt.

Fu Ling put on his outer robe casually, and lightly blew out the candle by the bedside.

As soon as the lights were turned off, the whole room fell into a silent darkness. Su Yao huddled under the quilt with her head covered, only feeling the sound of the violent storm becoming more and more clear in her ears.

It is also clear that a person came in from the bed beside him.

Su Yao froze all over, only turned his back to him, and moved closer to the wall.

He shrank, but the big pigeon lay down a bit.

Su Yao hid by the wall again.

The big pigeon lay closer again.

Su Yao was bored under the quilt: "...you point out."

"I'll fall if I go any further." Fu Ling pretended to be innocent.

Annoyed, Su Yao lifted the quilt and turned around, only to see a large area of ​​pitch black.

The wind and rain outside the window became worse, and a thunder flashed, revealing the messy bamboo shadows in the courtyard, Su Yao shivered, and silently retracted into the quilt.

It's just that this time, someone caught me by the corner: "Boss Su, don't cover your head again."

Fu Ling grabbed his quilt with one hand, and laughed in a low voice: "If you are caught in the quilt, I don't even know."

This kind of words to coax children could not scare Su Yao.

But Su Yao had just finished listening to half of the book about ghosts and ghosts, and his spirit was tense. He trembled a bit when he heard the words, and actually let go of his hands.

Just a resentful sentence: "Mr. Fu, don't scare me."

Fu Ling rested his arm on his pillow: "I didn't scare you. Isn't this written in Mr. Wuhu's scriptures? The paper figurines cut out by resentful souls like to sneak into the room to tease people. They don't close the door. Those who are trapped, those who stick to the wall..."

"You are not allowed to say it!"

Before Fu Ling could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Yao urgently, feeling aggrieved, "If I had known Mr. Fu was here to scare me, I wouldn't have let you stay..."

Su Yao's aggrieved voice made Fu Ling feel turbulent.

Fu Ling scolded himself, turned sideways again, and coaxed Su Yao repeatedly: "I was wrong, I won't mention it."

Su Yao turned his back to him and remained silent.

Fu Ling leaned closer again: "That's all fake, nothing that didn't happen, it's all made up by Mr. Wuhu."

Su Yao was silent: "What if it is true?"

Su Yao was scared like a child by this script.

Fu Ling smiled: "Even if it's true, I sleep outside, and if you want to come, see me first. I'll beat it for you."

"You can't beat it."

Su Yao was silent, but his tone was relaxed.

"Then I can only let it be taken away."

Fu Ling smiled softly, "If that's the case, I will try to be reincarnated as Mr. Huaben in my next life, and come to Jiujing to find Boss Su after 20 years."

He stretched out his hand again, and shook the person: "Boss Su must remember what he said tonight, and he will sign me when the time comes."

Su Yao's face was hot, and he was rambling about, but his heart was much more relaxed, and he just turned around: "I will talk nonsense."

With the sound of rain, a certain pigeon finally got his wish and let the beauty lie on his side, his heart suddenly felt happy.

Fu Ling faced him sideways, and Su Yao lay down for a while, feeling cramped again.

Fu Ling's warm breath hit his ears, and the darkness clearly magnified this feeling, and Su Yao's heart began to beat wildly again.

He pushed Fu Ling carefully through the quilt: "Mr. Fu, get up...I'll squeeze."

Fu Ling nestled beside him, but refused to move: "I'm going to fall."

"This bed is very wide, you obviously can't fall in." Su Yao was helpless.

"What did I lie to you for?" Fu Ling raised his head, "Come and touch it, I don't have much space here."

Naturally, Su Yao didn't believe it. He hesitated for a moment, stood up, and just passed Fu Ling's probe, when he was suddenly embraced by one hand.

He was facing Fu Ling, and when Fu Ling pressed him, he fell into his arms.

A flash of thunder flashed, and Su Yao lay on Fu Ling's neck and shoulders, her whole heart flustered like a drum beating.

His mind went blank, he was startled for a moment, and was about to struggle to get away, but was held tightly by Fu Ling.

Fu Ling's warm breath enveloped him, but his voice was slightly smiling: "Boss Su, are you still afraid?"

Su Yao's heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he was incoherent for a while.

The two were separated by two thin quilts, but Fu Ling heard Su Yao's heartbeat very clearly.

Su Yao's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and then he struggled to get away again.

Fu Ling exerted some force, and only gave a soft "shush": "Don't make trouble, I'm sleepy."

Su Yao blushed from the tips of her ears to her cheeks, and after a long silence, Fang whispered, "I didn't make trouble."

Fu Ling was noncommittal, just smiled and coaxed: "Go to sleep."

Su Yao felt hot all over, and moved a little bit, but couldn't break free no matter what.

He had no choice but to nest in the big pigeon's arms and lay down quietly for a while, listening to Fu Ling's even and slow breathing, he actually felt inexplicably relieved.

It was raining and windy outside, but the embrace in front of him was very gentle and firm.

It's like a small nest that can be stable for a long time in the panic and wind and rain.

Su Yao's heart moved slightly, and his mood was ups and downs in an instant.

He suddenly wanted to reach out and hug Fu Ling in the same posture.

Su Yao's heart skipped a beat at this thought.

He tried to reach out.

But with a slight movement, he felt that Fu Ling hugged him tightly.

Su Yao got angry and raised her hand again.

Fu Ling pushed harder and hugged him even tighter.

Add another sentence: "Stop making trouble, Boss Su."

Su Yao couldn't move, feeling ashamed and annoyed at the moment, buried her head in the quilt angrily: "I didn't make trouble."

Fu Ling coaxed him: "Have I made trouble?"

Su Yao became even more angry, and immediately threw away the thought of wanting to hug back, and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The ignorant Fu Gezi hugged the beauty tightly and slept contentedly all night.

The next morning, the sky was still not clear.

The verdant bamboo leaves were dripping with crystal drops of water. Fu Ling opened his eyes, and saw the exquisite beauty nestled in his arms, breathing evenly, her temple hair slightly messy, and the corners of her eyes and cheeks were still stained with the blush of long sleep.

Fu Ling stared at it for a while.

Barely suppressed the sneaky kiss.

In the storybook, there is usually the kind of plot where a person wakes up with a secret kiss.

Hug last night, kiss again today, don't really annoy people.

Although Fu Ling thought so, he was not willing to let go.

Just thinking about hugging for a while, Su Yao moved slightly.

Fu Ling hurriedly closed his eyes, waited for half a day, but only heard a soft voice: "Mr. Fu, don't pretend to be asleep."

Fu Ling choked, and could only open his eyes and smile, "Morning, Boss Su."

The daytime is not the same as the night, Su Yao met his dark and deep eyes, and felt nervous again in his heart, remembering the thought of responding last night, he was even more shy.

Fu Ling looked at him with a smile, and Su Yao just pulled up the quilt to cover her head.

He couldn't move it, so he shrunk up and down, "...Good morning, Mr. Fu."

They hid together again.

Su Yao's heart thumped, and after waiting for a long time, his side still didn't move, so he could only say, "Mr. Fu, it's time to get up."

Fu Ling reluctantly let go, and Su Yao's whole body relaxed, her face flushed slightly: "Last night...Thank you, Mr. Fu."

Fu Ling only said that Su Yao was being polite to him again, and last night wasted a lot of effort, sitting on the edge of the bed, sighing, and putting on his clothes.

Hanging up the curtain, Fang saw that Su Yao was looking at him with a pair of clear eyes.

Fu Gezi was good-looking, and he didn't look sloppy without grooming. On the contrary, he had a kind of casualness of a literati.

Fu Ling naturally understood, leaning against the carved partition, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is Boss Su happy?"

Su Yao's ears turned red, and she shrank back.

I couldn't hear any movement in the room for a long time, so I had to remind him: "Has Mr. Fu cleaned up?"

He was flustered by the storybook last night, but it's better to say something, Su Yao might be too embarrassed to dress and wash in front of him in broad daylight today.

Fu Ling knew it, but he wanted to make a joke: "Does Boss Su mean to drive me away?"

Su Yao paused, couldn't help showing his face, and then heard Fu Ling continue: "So the thanks you just said are all fake."

This slightly aggrieved tone.

Su Yao sat up involuntarily, and before she could stop her, she saw Fu Lingwu walking towards the door: "Boss Su, I'm too pitiful. You just finished ordering people around last night, and you turned your back on me this morning. Last night, I Anyway, I'll do my best for you..."

While muttering like this, he opened the door.

Turning his head, he suddenly froze.

Cheng An's hand that was about to knock on the door froze, and the remaining three people outside the door had different expressions.

Uncle Wu opened his eyes slightly in surprise;

Meng Guanshi was very happy;

And Ah Yan stood in front of everyone, frowning deeply.

Fu Gezi: ...Is it clear if I go jumping into the Yellow River now?