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Ah Yan is obviously serious about this marriage.

Ah Yan firmly insisted that Su Yao and Fu Gezi are already married, and Su Yao will suffer in the future if they don't get married.

Song Jin also seemed to be serious.

However, from Su Yao's point of view, it is quite absurd.

Mr. Fu must also find it ridiculous... right?

Su Yao couldn't help but recall how Fu Ling held his face and wiped his tears with concern last night when it was stormy.

The lights were dazzling, Fu Ling frowned slightly, his eyes were as deep as ink.

Su Yao's heart skipped a beat.

But one of the three major illusions in life is that he likes me.

And... I would think this way, have I fallen in love with big pigeons a little bit?

Su Yao's mother was single, and when she thought of these things, she panicked.

His heart fluctuated, but the villain in his arms moved a little: "My lord, you must have eaten nothing last night, I will accompany you to have breakfast later."

Su Yao paused, and couldn't help scolding herself.

Ah Yan just got out of danger yesterday, why didn't he ask first, but was thinking about something?

The matter of feelings is the most unclear. Su Yao was confused, so he put it down first, and helped Ah Yan to sit down: "What did Ah Yan want to tell me about yesterday?"

Ah Yan lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment: "My lord, I'm just scared, so I want to leave."

Biting his lower lip again: "I was wrong."

Although Su Yao was flustered yesterday, he probably guessed half of it: "Do you really think that Hua Niang came to seek revenge on you?"

Probably not.

According to Fu Ling, there is a high probability that Hua Niang is one of his wet nurses.

But Ah Yan really couldn't remember.

He had not received the training of a hidden guard, and he was not very old at the time.

It is very difficult to recall the appearance of people in childhood impressions; besides, Ah Yan had more than one nurse, and the one who carried him to escape was not the closest one.

He couldn't recognize Hua Niang, so Fu Ling only said that he would try another time.

Fu Ling found him last night and explained everything to him.

Fu Xiang is worthy of being the promising left prime minister in the past, and his scheming and means are not comparable to others.

No matter how much Ah Yan concealed it, he was asked out with only three or five sentences.

It rained heavily last night, and Fu Ling only said to him: "If you want to hide for a lifetime, I will let you go. Pei Yi is my person, and pretending to be dead, just pretending that there is no one like you from now on, is a one-stop solution." .”

"But," Fu Ling glanced at him indifferently, "do you really want to live a lifetime incognito?"

Ah Yan was silent for a long time, then Fang said, "I'm just afraid that it will bring disaster to others."

The other person in his speech is naturally Su Yao.

Fu Ling paused, and frowned deeply: "You think you have nothing if you run away, don't you? Ruohua Niang is really a secret agent. Once you leave, she wants to find out your whereabouts. Who will it hit?"

Ah Yan was startled, and his whole body couldn't help trembling.

The wind and rain were misty, Ah Yan remained silent for a long time, and said in a low voice: "...I didn't mean it."

"If something really happens, it doesn't matter if it's not your innocence."

Fu Ling's tone was flat, but Ah Yan's heart trembled when he heard it.

He was suddenly filled with overwhelming remorse, but he heard Fu Ling say: "Forget it, you are still young, and you have no one to teach you, so it is normal for you to be careless for a while."

"If you want to learn, I will teach you in the future. Do you want to learn?"

Fu Ling raised his eyes and looked at him, thinking that he would wait for a procrastinating word like "I'll think about it again", but he didn't want to, Ah Yan was silent for a moment, then quietly raised his eyes: "I am willing to go with Master Fu."

This kid is really smart.

Fu Ling couldn't help showing a smile: "Do you know what to do?"

A Yan paused: "The folks call it conspiracy."

"It can also be called the new king."

Fu Ling smiled, "Are you afraid?"

Ah Yan raised his head, but asked back: "When he killed his father, brother, and my father, were you afraid?"

Fu Ling's heart fluttered, he only frowned, and offered him some snacks: "Eat something first, and go see Boss Su later."

Ah Yan was worried, took two bites, and came to Su Yao's room to guard.

Why in the world would someone treat him so well?

Su Yao didn't even know who he was.

But it was Su Yao who didn't know who he was, so he only took care of him as a poor child without father and mother.

Ah Yan suddenly smiled sourly.

He was just a child without a father and a mother.

He hugged Su Yao again, explained clearly the whereabouts yesterday, and finally said: "Mr. Fu said that Hua Niang is not. But no matter if it is or not, I will never leave again. My son, Ah Yan does not want to leave you."

Su Yao hugged him and asked again, "Mr. Fu?"

Ah Yan paused. He was not very good at telling lies to Su Yao, but he seemed unable to reveal Fu Ling's identity. After thinking about it, he was only half-truthful: "Mr. Say no."

Su Yao nodded, and her heart was turbulent again.

Mr. Fu, treat him really well.

He was sighing in his heart, but met Ah Yan's gaze: "Master, do you like Mr. Fu?"

Su Yao panicked immediately, and her face couldn't help but get hot: "...What kind of words are these?"

Ah Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, with a serious expression: "That's fine, young master, please don't like him too much."

Su Yao was taken aback.

A Yan said righteously: "Even if you are famous, you should be more careful. If he touches you regardless of your name, he can touch other people. People don't matter. After you get married, pay more attention to money. He If you don’t give you all the money, you will make peace with him.”

Ah Yan began to give him marriage lessons again.

It's as if the kid really got married.

Su Yao had no choice but to say sternly, "You should read less scripts in the future."

"Then I won't watch it." Ah Yan agreed, but said seriously, "Master, watch more, so that he won't lie to you."

"I'm not talking nonsense, a dude like Mr. Fu is the best at deceiving people..."

Just now, Fu Ling held the dinner plate and pushed open the door, when he was scolded head-on.

Fu Ling quietly raised his eyebrows.

Su Yao paused, but Ah Yan frowned: "Why didn't Mr. Fu knock on the door? This is my son's room, not yours. You can come in as you like."

The last sentence meant something, and Su Yao's ears turned red instantly.

Fu Ling doesn't talk to children much.

What's more, this kid obviously has a lot of opinions on Su Yao's affairs.

He is a "good guy" at other times, and when he meets Su Yao, he is a "dog man" to Ah Yan.

Double standards and double standards are obvious.

Fu Ling had no choice but to ignore these words, put down the dinner plate, "I left breakfast in your room, go and eat."

Ah Yan looked up: "I want to eat with my young master."

Fu Ling said, "I think so too."

Ah Yan frowned.

Fu Ling looked at him for a while, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled up: "I'm going to marry your son, what's the matter with having dinner together?"

Ah Yan choked, and Su Yao's face became hot again.

He froze for a moment, and had no choice but to get out of Su Yao's arms: "Young master, eat more, rest after eating, I'll go back first."

Add another sentence: "My lord, don't worry, I won't run around again."

Su Yao couldn't help admonishing him a few more times, and tidied his clothes again.

Once the door was closed, only he and Fu Ling were left.

The sky is bright, but the wind and rain are still sparse outside the window, and the bamboo leaves in the yard are rustling.

The room was quiet, and Su Yao lowered her eyes slightly: "Mr. Fu stay away, I'll wash up first."

Fu Ling turned around with a smile, put down the curtain, walked a few steps, heard the rustling behind him, flipped through the scriptures, and suddenly felt something quiet about the years.

If it's really after marriage, it's fine.

Fu Gezi thought about it for a while, and suddenly heard no sound behind him, so he looked back.

Su Yao is combing her hair.

Separated by a shadowy curtain, her black hair is like a waterfall, and her skin is as white as snow.

Seeing an ebony comb sliding down Su Yao's hair, Fu Gezi suddenly thought, "Let me comb Boss Su's hair."

Su Yao was stunned for a moment, only to find it funny: "Will Mr. Fu know?"

The pigeon was taken aback.

Found that he really can't.

Su Yao, a person who wears books, has been used to combing such long hair for a long time. A son like Fu Gezi must have been surrounded by servants since he was a child, so he knows he has never combed it.

The big pigeon choked for a moment, and then itched very much: "I will comb it and it will be fine."

That doesn't work.

You shave me bald again.

Su Yao tidied it up three times, five times and two times, and only smiled: "Then Mr. Fu find someone else to practice, and then comb it for me."

Where can I find someone else?

How could anyone else be worthy of Fu Xiang combing his hair himself?

I do not want.

I just want to comb your hair.

But Su Yao wouldn't touch it.

Not only did they not touch him, but they even pushed him out to find someone else.

Fu Dage started again.

As soon as he entered the door just now, seeing Ah Yan hugging Su Yao tightly, Fu Gezi felt sour;

Now that Su Yao said so, Fu Gezi felt even worse.

The production progress of Vinegar Fu Ge is 50.00%, and Su Yao still doesn't know, so he opened the curtain and said, "Mr. Fu, please come and eat."

Fu Gezi sat down braving the sour bubbles, made a small meat bun for Su Yao, and said, "Boss Su doesn't need to be so polite to me."

He paused again: "Has anyone else combed Boss Su's hair?"

This topic... why is it a little jumpy?

Su Yao was stunned for a moment: "When I was sick, it was Qi Bo who helped me. What's wrong?"

Fu Gezi was slightly happy.

So he put down these words, thought about Su Yao's illness, and explained: "Pei Yi's prescription, how is Boss Su eating? Last night I saw that you were too anxious and hurt yourself from fright, so I asked him to add a soothing prescription." son."

No wonder.

Su Yao also felt strange when he woke up, thinking it was panic, his body was too tired, and he fell asleep.

After he fell asleep, Mr. Fu must have been waiting.

Su Yao swallowed a mouthful of white porridge, and quickly thanked: "Thank you very much, Mr. Fu. If it wasn't for Mr. Fu's help, I don't know when I would be able to find Ah Yan. It was rainy and windy last night, and the people in the other hospital..."

Fu Ling put the peeled tea eggs in his small dish, and only interrupted: "You don't have to be polite just now, what is the relationship between me and Boss Su?"

what relationship.

Su Yao suddenly remembered that marriage.

Su Yao's heart was a little flustered, even looking at the tea egg was uncomfortable for a while, and he didn't know whether to eat or not for a long time.

Fu Ling gave him a push: "Isn't the other courtyard delicious?"

Of course not.

Su Yao said politely, picked it up, took a bite, and finally said hesitantly: "Mr. Fu, the marriage we talked about yesterday..."

Fu Ling paused, and only slightly raised his eyebrows: "What does Boss Su want to say?"

"I want to say..."

Su Yao was silent again and again, and logically speaking, he could start with just one sentence, but he was so embarrassed that he repeated his words, but in the end it was useless: "I want to say, that marriage is...is it a matter of counting?" ?”

Fu Ling raised the corners of his lips: "What does Boss Su think?"

Fu Ling pushed the words to Su Yao again.

Su Yao didn't realize it, but his heart suddenly throbbed.

The little rabbit in his heart bounced around for a while before he came to his senses, and hurriedly said: "I... naturally don't count. We... It's all just a misunderstanding."

Expected.

Fu Ling was not disappointed, but because of Su Yao's flushed face, he showed a few smiles.

The little rabbit didn't dare to look at him when he said this.

Fu Ling raised his chin, arched his eyebrows and said, "Boss Su said he won't count, so of course he won't count."

Why is this so weird?

But the meaning seems to be right.

Su Yao nodded, but heard Fu Ling say again: "But the master is angry right now, and I dare not go to see him. I'll explain it clearly after a few days."

Master Song really flew into a rage yesterday.

Su Yao only said: "There is no need to be in a hurry." Then he was worried: "Master, won't you really talk to Qi Bo?"

Fu Ling said with a smile: "Master said he wanted to go back and make a long-term plan. He said yesterday, I'm sorry for you, I touched you for no reason, the marriage should be done neatly, and you can't be wronged."

Hearing this, Su Yao's ears turned red.

Added another sentence in a low voice: "There is no such thing. It is all fake."

Fu Ling smiled: "Yes, it's all fake."

Why is this tone so weird.

Su Yao just thought he was thinking about it for no reason, bowed his head for a while, and then remembered something serious: "Mr. Fu and I are polite, but I can't accept it for nothing. I should thank you for what happened yesterday."

Fu Ling smiled: "Thank you?"

Su Yao met his smiling eyes, and inexplicably thought of the words "promise with your body".

... What a broken word.

Su Yao quickly erased it, and before he could speak, Fu Ling laughed and said, "Boss Su, make me a big table of delicious food."

Su Yao was stunned: "Is that all? This is too simple..."

If Su Yao's dishes were placed on a table in Beijing, they would have to be sold at a sky-high price.

This is a good thing with a price but no market.

Food pigeons are not bad at all.

Fu Ling stopped him, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "I will reward people from other courtyards. Boss Su only needs to thank me. I will eat at Boss Su's for the rest of my days."

He also deliberately added a sour sentence: "Since Boss Su thanked me specifically, he only allowed me to eat it alone. Others can also eat it, so it's not thanking me."

Fu Gezi still didn't forget to be jealous in advance.

Isn't it simple.

The joy of foodie is so simple.

Su Yao couldn't help smiling: "Okay, then I'll just make it for Mr. Fu alone. What do you want to eat?"

Although Pei Yi said to make Su Yao move more, Fu Gezi didn't dare to order casually after all, and just smiled: "I want to eat all of them."

As a cook, Su Yao is really too easy to be satisfied by foodies.

What a treat.

Su Yao had over a hundred and eighty menus in his mind at once, and when he glanced at the wind and rain outside the eaves, his eyes lit up: "Does Mr. Fu like hot pot?"

On rainy days, it is best to eat hot pot.

There were many other names for hot pot in ancient times, but Su Yao discovered that hot pot was called hot pot in this world.

And it is a very common food.

Fu Ling naturally did not refuse, but was curious: "What is the difference between Boss Su's soup base and the outside?"

Su Yao frowned: "Mr. Fu will know after eating."