I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Fu Ling hadn't figured out how to explain it yet, and felt that he couldn't explain how he might explain it.

When he got stuck for a while, Ah Yan frowned: "Why is Mr. Fu in my son's room?"

This is the posture of provoking a teacher to ask a crime.

Would you believe me if I said that your young master asked me to stay last night?

I'm afraid Ah Yan doesn't believe it.

Not only did Ah Yan not believe it, but looking at it now, he really wanted to blow his head off.

Fu Dage suddenly felt aggrieved.

If he really slept beautifully, it would be fine if he was beaten violently on the head.

Worth a few bites.

The point is, he didn't sleep.

I didn't even dare to give a kiss!

Heaven and earth conscience.

Fu Xiang coughed, and had no choice but to say to Cheng An: "Your son is not up yet, go get some warm water."

Cheng An responded blankly, and Fu Ling took a step, but Ah Yan only stopped him: "Mr. Fu, do you want to run?"

...Where am I going?

Fu Ling had no choice but to stop, paused, and said truthfully: "I was reading with your young master last night. It was too late, and it was windy and rainy. Your young master was afraid, so I stayed with him. I didn't... "

Fu Ling didn't know how to explain the matter of "sleep or not" to the half-grown little boy, and after a while he had no choice but to say, "Don't get me wrong."

Ah Yan was silent, only said "Oh", and raised his eyelids: "What did I misunderstand?"

Fu Ling choked, not because he sighed in his heart: This child really looks like the late emperor.

The question made me feel guilty.

But I clearly didn't even eat a bite of the beauty, why should I feel guilty?

Fu Ling paused, and had no choice but to coax him: "I didn't do anything, and I didn't intend to run away. I really didn't feel sorry for your son."

Ah Yan's eyes were solemn, and he looked him over from head to toe.

Fu Ling understood.

It means, you look disheveled, are you lying to ghosts?

... I really couldn't wash myself off even if I jumped into the Yellow River.

Fu Ling was looking up at the sky and sighing, when he saw Su Yao wearing a coat and pulling aside the curtain, hesitating slightly: "...I heard it. What, you guys... don't misunderstand."

Fu Ling took a look at Su Yao, and immediately felt——

It's over, it's even more inexplicable.

Last night, I thought he slept very soundly. Su Yao's blush did not fade, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye was already very romantic. At this moment, he was slightly smeared with the blush of the night, and the slightly blurred eyes in the morning, only a ecstasy. Soul-wrenching mood.

Because she hasn't washed and washed since she got up in the morning, Su Yao's black hair hangs down, and her clothes are also very casually dressed.

Xu Shi Ayan was present, and he was slightly embarrassed when explaining this kind of thing.

If this appearance was normal, Fu Gezi would insist on making fun of it;

But at this moment, Fu Gezi only felt that he was scratched all over by the shark man's gaze.

If Ah Yan had a knife in his hand, he could kill him on the spot.

Fortunately, there were still three people alive, so Manager Meng hurriedly put his arms around Ah Yan: "Young Master Su, go back and have a rest, your son is still awake, wait for him to clean up later, come back."

Ah Yan just didn't leave: "Let go."

This child is probably a born king seedling, and he seriously lowered his face, trying to achieve a majestic appearance.

It's just that no matter how majestic he is, he's still a child.

Meng Guanshi was stunned for a moment, let go of his hand, turned his mind, and whispered something in his ear.

Ah Yan was still unhappy, but relaxed a little: "Really?"

Guanshi Meng gestured to him a few more sentences, but he didn't know what he was talking about, only a few words of "uncomfortable" and "tired".

Naturally, Su Yao couldn't hear clearly, and was about to explain a few words to Ah Yan, when he saw Ah Yan glared at Fu Ling angrily.

Fu Gezi: ...I really endured too much this morning.

But Meng Guanshi really coaxed Ah Yan away, leaving only one sentence before lifting his foot: "Young master rest first, I will come to see you later."

He looked at Fu Ling again.

Fu Xiang solemnly promised: "I will not run away."

Ah Yan was slightly satisfied.

Meng Guanshi smiled again and said, "Mr. Su, go back and have a rest. I'll prepare water for you."

Looking at Cheng An again: "You don't know how to serve, just follow me."

Cheng An has gradually recovered from his sluggishness, and looked at his eldest son with faint admiration.

Fu Dagezi: ...

Fu Ling couldn't stand, so he had to leave.

Uncle Wu followed, leaving only Guanshi Meng: "Master Su, are you tired? Don't stand still, sit down."

Su Yao was so embarrassed that she had to repeat to him: "Don't misunderstand Mr. Meng, we... Mr. Fu and I didn't... did nothing, really."

Meng Guanshi only smiled happily: "Young master, don't be shy, what's the matter! This is a great joy!"

Su Yao choked, and explained it four or five times, and then he gradually stopped his smile, half-doubted: "Really...?"

Su Yao was helpless and slightly embarrassed: "Mr. Fu was joking, he just slept with me for one night. Mr. Fu and I... are not in that kind of relationship."

Meng Guanshi was startled and suspicious for a while, and when he recovered, he had to apologize repeatedly.

Although this misunderstanding was slightly embarrassing, Su Yao didn't feel much uncomfortable.

He realized his abnormal reaction again, and his heart thumped again for a moment.

There was nothing to say for a moment, Meng Guanshi carefully and thoughtfully waited for Su Yao to wash up, and then brought breakfast, waited for Su Yao to finish eating, and Fang pulled Cheng'an down on the corridor.

Cheng An held the dinner plate and sighed: "It didn't happen, so I was happy for nothing. I thought I would be able to eat wedding candy soon."

Meng Guanshi's expression was complicated: "You have been with the eldest son for a long time, and the eldest son..."

Cheng An was puzzled: "What's wrong with the eldest son?"

Manager Meng carefully worded his words: "Just...you know, there were always some gossips in Beijing, about that, about our eldest son..."

He lowered his voice: "You can't talk about our eldest son."

Cheng An suddenly frowned: "That's all a rumor made by a villain trying to make the beauty trick fail!"

"Keep your voice down!"

Meng Guanshi frowned, "I thought it was a villain's mouth before. But look at today's matter..."

Cheng An was stunned for a moment, and said righteously: "Our eldest son is obviously not in trouble, he is Liu Xiahui, and he is a gentleman."

Meng Guanshi winked: "Just like the big beauty inside, put it next to you and put it in your arms to sleep for a night, can you be a gentleman all night? You still like him, and he doesn't hate you when he looks at him. People still keep you in the middle of the night , and then? That's all?"

Meng Guanshi's "you, you", Cheng An's face blushed slightly: "...I don't like Mr. Su."

"That's why! The eldest son likes him, right? That's it?"

Meng Guanshi was anxious in his heart, "If the eldest son is a real gentleman, then that's all. If you are afraid, be afraid, the eldest son has a will and powerlessness!"

Cheng An was successfully diverted by him with reason and evidence, and he also became worried along with him.

Under the eaves began to rain dripping, a certain pigeon didn't know, whether he slept or not, he was no longer a human being.

If you have slept with a beast, you will be beaten to the head by Ah Yan;

It's not good if you don't sleep, Manager Meng always wants to find an opportunity to talk to Pei Yi.

Because of this coquettish remark, Fu Ling couldn't go to see Su Yao again, so he hugged Gui Pi and rubbed his hands in sorrow all morning.

Su Yao also had nothing to do.

Because it was raining outside, I had to turn out another volume of story books to read.

With the wind and rain falling, Su Yao turned a couple of pages and couldn't help but recall what happened last night.

The emotion in his heart spread wantonly at a speed that he couldn't detect, climbed to the tip of his heart, and quietly formed a small flower bud.

Su Yao's heart fluttered, and he was absent-minded. He turned two pages of the book, but saw Ah Yan knocking on the door.

Ah Yan still looked sulking, looking at him with distressed eyes.

Pour him another cup of hot tea: "My lord, are you particularly tired and uncomfortable?"

Although, at Ah Yan's age, it's okay to take the opportunity to say a few words about sex education, but when it comes to himself, Su Yao really can't open his mouth.

Besides, there was nothing at all.

Su Yao was silent for a moment, and had no choice but to explain: "No. Believe me, there is nothing."

A Yan paused, and said in a deep voice: "Young Master, you can't be bullied by him anymore, and you dare not say it. I have seen many girls and young masters from good families in the past, and they are all thrown away after being tired of being played by dudes like this. Seeing that you have a good temper, you won't cry or make trouble."

Su Yao couldn't laugh or cry.

Where is this going?

Su Yao laughed at him and said, "You are so young, what nonsense do you think about all day long?"

Ah Yan is young, but he has gone through a storm that no one else can face in half a lifetime.

He is sensitive by nature, precocious and thoughtful, plus he is worried about Su Yao wholeheartedly. No matter how Su Yao explains it, he insists: the one surnamed Fu is a big pig.

Su Yao had no choice but to follow him and nod: "Even if Mr. Fu... surnamed Fu, the surnamed Fu is a dude, I'm not a fool. If he wants to run away someday, I will definitely find his house to make trouble. Mr. Lu Shan, I will sue him at the government office, and I will go to Beijing to make trouble with his second brother, will it work?"

Ah Yan reluctantly nodded, but said, "You want him to marry you."

Hearing this, Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, and only smiled and said, "It's about marriage..."

"You have no title, how will you make trouble in the future?"

Ah Yan has reason and evidence, "You won't get any money if you make a fuss."

This kid, has he read too many gossip stories?

It was the first time that Su Yao experienced the disadvantages of letting children read idle books, so he just said: "Marriage is not a nonsense, it can't be like this..."

"Son."

Ah Yan held his hand tightly, "You have no name, you must be the one who will suffer in the future. If he bullies you, he dare not take responsibility, what kind of man is he?"

Ah Yan's expression was solemn: "If he pushes back and forth, the young master will just see the true face of this doggy man, leave him early and find another good relationship."

... No, why did the dog man scold him?

Can there not be a "real" if there is a real but anonymous premise?

We really don't.

But Ah Yan didn't believe it.

Su Yao said whatever he wanted, but Ah Yan refused to let go, so Su Yao had no choice but to respond: "...I've written it down, I'll write it down first, okay? I'll ask him to mention it some other day, and he must agree when it comes to it, yes A horoscope, pick a good day and auspicious day, and we will get married."

Ah Yan added: "If he doesn't agree, you will never see him again."

"Okay. He's a dog man, so I'll leave him."

Su Yao finally took the little man's Mao Shunping and drank tea to moisten his throat, but Ah Yan posted it again.

She hugged his waist and remained silent for a while.

Su Yao patted him: "What's wrong?"

Ah Yan tilted his head, buried it on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Master, Ah Yan is worried about you."

Although Su Yao always treats Ah Yan as a child, Ah Yan has shown some youthful appearance.

The voice was slightly low, and Su Yao's heart softened, and he gently rubbed him: "Ah Yan, don't worry, I'm an adult now, and I will take care of myself. Besides, there are Qi Bo and Cheng An."

He smiled again: "I still have the most powerful Ah Yan."

Ah Yan's heart became more and more bitter, but he didn't dare to cry. He held on to Su Yao's outer shirt tightly: "In the future, I... Fu is not a good person, so you must be more careful. Your health is not good, so don't get angry. If he feels sorry for you in the future, just throw him away. There are many people who like you, and there is no shortage of him."

Su Yao felt that he was quite strange today, but thought that this nonsense had stimulated Ah Yan too much.

Why do you say this, as if you are leaving...

Su Yao comforted, "I've remembered everything, don't worry."

Another tentative sentence: "Then we have already agreed, let's not mention this matter and talk about something else, okay?"

Ah Yan nodded, so that Su Yao could put aside the topic and chat with him from old Beijing to poetry and songs, until his eyes were sore.

He thought about Su Yao's good things bit by bit, and he sighed for a moment, then he became worried again: "My lord, I'm still not at ease. While I... I'll go to him to propose marriage with you, let's go now. "

Su Yao was stunned, and hurriedly evaded: "It's not good now... Listen to me, I think this matter needs to be discussed in the long run..."

"When he touched you, why didn't he think about the word 'long-term plan'?"

Ah Yan only said that Su Yao was blinded by the big pig's trotters, filled with righteous indignation for a moment, and grabbed Su Yao tightly, "It should be sooner rather than later, the young master should see his true face!"

Ah Yan used to do rough work for many years, and his hands were quite strong, so he couldn't help but drag Su Yao out.

The houses of the two lived very close to each other, only two steps away.

Ah Yan held Su Yao back: "My lord, don't be afraid of him."

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

Su Yao had no choice but to say that the child was messing around, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a while, and he would apologize to Mr. Fu later.

But he never thought that the person who opened the door was actually Song Jin.

Song Jin looked at the expressions of the two of them, and raised his eyebrows: "Boss Su, what a coincidence."

Su Yao forced a smile: "Why is Master Song here?"

Song Jin came because of what Nan Song said about Hua Niang, but at this moment she was only half-truthful: "My student wanted to give me a painting, but he refused to move, so I had no choice but to come in person."

His eyes stayed on Ah Yan's face again for a moment: "Boss Su, what's the matter?"

There were still outsiders, and Su Yao was about to go back, but he heard Ah Yan say in a deep voice: "It just so happens that Mr. Song is also there. Heaven and earth are kings, relatives and teachers, and the teacher is also the master, just to be a witness."

Song Jin was very curious, she turned sideways to make room, and saw A Yan pulled Su Yao into the door, and raised her voice, "Mr. Fu, are you going to marry my young master?"

Fu Ling who was drinking tea was taken aback, and half a cup of tea was splashed with cinnamon.

With a dissatisfied "meow", Guipi kicked Fu Ling away vigorously and jumped away.

Song Jin opened her eyes slightly for a moment, raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face, and looked at Fu Ling: "What's going on?"

Fu Ling and Su Yaofang wanted to open their mouths to explain, but they were interrupted by Ah Yan at the same time.

Ah Yan stood where he was, "Mr. Fu had a real relationship with my young master last night, shouldn't he make up his name?"