I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Like this word, together with marriage and husband, broke into Su Yao's heart unexpectedly.

The heavy rain, the murmur of the water, and the misty hot spring pool made the atmosphere hazy and ambiguous.

And scorching heat.

And the thumping heartbeat.

Su Yao was obviously not calm enough.

He was a little nervous.

Hugging Fu Ling's waist and sticking to Fu Ling's arms, his whole body trembled slightly.

There were turmoil in his heart, and he was about to open his mouth, but Fu Ling's arm around him suddenly loosened.

And pushed him out a bit.

Su Yao paused.

He was already a bit superior, but with Fu Ling's behavior, Su Yao became more impulsive, thinking about the atmosphere, the scene, and the posture, why don't he speak clearly.

He took a step closer and raised his head: "Mr. Fu, you..."

Before Su Yao finished speaking, she saw Fu Ling glance at him, and quickly took a big step away.

Also turned around.

Su Yao was taken aback.

The words that spread to the lips were interrupted and swallowed instantly.

Fu Ling took a big step away from him, Su Yao's arms were empty, and after a moment of stupefaction, he also woke up instantly.

The water flowed slowly, and Su Yao stood there, blushing suddenly.

...What exactly did you want to do just now?Why would he think about asking the big pigeon if he likes him?

It must be from the top, possessed, and brain twitched.

... Even if you want to ask, you can't ask at this time.

It's so embarrassing and embarrassing to wear nothing at all.

Su Yao made up his mind and felt embarrassed.

Fortunately, I didn't ask the exit.

Fortunately, the big pigeon suddenly pushed him away.

...Why did the big pigeon suddenly push him away?

Su Yao was puzzled for a moment.

Fu Ling still didn't dare to turn around.

...The main reason is that Su Yao was nestled in his arms. Just now, she rubbed her head against him, touched his waist, trembled all over, and her heart was beating thumpingly.

Hugging such a big beauty, if Fu Xiang didn't respond, he really wasn't a man.

But his reaction was too sudden, he was afraid that Su Yao would notice, and if he pushed Su Yao away a little, Su Yao actually came closer.

Fu Xiang groaned and ran away.

With his back to the beauty, he finally calmed down a bit.

With this calmness, it occurred to me that the beauty came over just now, as if she had something to say.

Fu Ling was puzzled: "Boss Su, what did you want to say?"

Su Yao just calmed down, when he saw him asking, she hurriedly prevaricated: "...it's nothing, I...I just want to ask, Mr. Fu, do you still eat hot pot?"

Fu Ling frowned slightly.

Do you chat about hot pot in the hot spring pool?

This topic...is quite unique.

It was also quite sudden.

Su Yao was silent for a while, and added: "It was in the middle of the night, I was hungry, so I remembered..."

It turned out that the beauty was hungry.

Fu Ling didn't doubt that there was it, and he was almost calm, so he turned around: "Eating hot pot at night is not good for your health, go back and have a bowl of porridge. I'll let the kitchen do it, put lily and lotus seeds."

Su Yao nodded.

With the murmur of the water, the two of them pretended that they hadn't been embarrassed before, and they brushed aside the hug just now with a tacit understanding, and continued with other topics.

I didn't talk about anything, just talking about raising cats.

From raising cats to rambling all over the world, and playing with wooden toys again, Su Yao was tired.

Originally, it was not suitable to soak in the hot spring, but Su Yao came a little earlier, so she was a little tired at this time.

So it came to the link of how to get out.

Su Yao only looked at Fu Ling: "Mr. Fu, I'm going out."

Fu Ling said "hmm".

Su Yao paused: "Then you are not allowed to watch."

Fu Ling smiled: "I don't want to watch it."

Su Yao was worried again: "Really don't want to watch?"

Fu Ling only smiled: "Really."

Why are you smiling so insincerely?

Su Yao couldn't believe it, so she saw Fu Ling stretching out his hand: "Does Boss Su still use pull hooks?"

Su Yao blushed and ran away with a splash.

Before getting up and looking back, the pigeon really closed its eyes obediently.

Su Yao went out in peace, went to another screen and rushed at him casually. After wrapping it up, he poked his head: "Mr. Fu still left bubbles?"

Fu Ling happened to have his back turned to him: "Can I open my eyes?"

Su Yao's ears turned red: "If you stop soaking, let's go together."

The beauties are all gone, what's the point of such a big pool.

Fu Ling said: "Then I will go too."

He got up together, and Su Yao shrank his head back again.

Hearing the rustling and rustling sounds outside, his face was blushing and his heart was beating, when he heard Fu Ling's voice through a screen: "Boss Su, I want to go in and wash."

Su Yao was taken aback, and was about to run out in a hurry, but when she stood up, she hurriedly covered her eyes, and slipped out by touching the screen.

He sat down on the ground without repentance, and when he heard the sound of water behind him, he jumped up again, found a place far away, and sat down.

Taking a deep breath, he felt tired all over his body.

The warm spring water soaked the whole body loosely, and the face was blushing and the heart was beating. At this moment, I was only indescribably tired.

Still a little sleepy.

Comfortable is very comfortable.

The wind and rain outside never stopped, Su Yao looked out the window, and saw a wide curtain of rain between the sky and the earth, thunder and lightning, and strong winds.

This has to go all the way back.

Su Yao covered the small cloak in his hand, stretched out his hand, reached for the sour plum juice, and poured a glass.

It was still sent by Cheng An.

Cheng'an was not seen, but a big pigeon was sent instead.

Su Yao took a sip of sour plum juice, it was sweet.

The relationship between him and the big pigeon seems to be getting more and more unclear.

I was lucky after being impulsive just now, but now I feel a little regretful.

He didn't ask at the top, but now that the clothes are all put on, he doesn't dare to ask.

Su Yao raised his head and drank half a cup of sour plum juice, suppressing his wild thoughts, and saw a hand with strong bones reaching out.

Fu Gezi sat down beside him and took a sip: "It's a little hot from the smoke."

Su Yao was thinking wildly, when he saw the pigeon approaching, he subconsciously hid to the side, but was stopped by the pigeon to protect him.

Fu Ling stretched out his hand from behind him, and put a vague wrap around his waist: "Don't move around, be careful not to fall."

The hot spring pool was steaming, and Su Yao moved back again.

Su Yao got closer to him, and the pigeon was happy.

After being happy for a while, she realized that Su Yao was a little tired.

"Are you tired?" Fu Ling carefully looked at Su Yao's expression.

His complexion is still rosy, but looking at his expression, he is tired.

Su Yao nodded: "One thing, it seems to have soaked for too long."

Fu Ling paused, got up and picked up the small copper pot that was simmering, and poured out a cup of sweet milk: "Then don't drink sour plum juice, drink some of this and take it easy, let's go back."

Su Yao stretched out his hand, but Fu Ling didn't let go: "Just drink it, don't raise your hand."

Su Yao had no choice but to take his hand and finish drinking in small sips.

The milk is sweet, and Su Yao's face turns redder.

Fu Ling drank the sour plum juice in one gulp, then stood up: "I'll take you back to sleep."

When Su Yao got up, he bent down and immediately reached out to hug him up.

Su Yao obviously panicked: "Mr. Fu..."

Fu Ling hugged him a little tighter, lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "Boss Su, don't move around, I'm tired too."

Su Yao struggled again: "Then you put me down, I can..."

Fu Ling directly raised his legs and walked out, only smiling: "Boss Su is tired, just lie down."

Repeat again: "Don't move around, be careful that I fall on you."

As soon as he let go, Su Yao instinctively hid in his arms, holding his collar tightly with one hand.

Fu Xiang smiled contentedly.

Su Yao brushed his hand again and retracted it.

Just nestled in his arms and didn't move.

Fu Ling's embrace was warm and firm, and he was too embarrassed to speak, but his complexion became more and more red.

Fu Ling teased him a few words, but all he got was "hmmm" in reply.

Fu Ling lowered his head: "Boss Su is really thin-skinned, this is not the first time."

Su Yao buried her face.

Fu Ling suppressed a laugh.

The wind and rain are precarious, lightning and thunder, and the wind drifts across the long corridor, startling the shadows of swaying branches and trees.

The wind in the rainy night is still a bit cool.

Just as Su Yao felt the cold air hit his face, he noticed that the arms under him moved.

The hood of the cloak was pulled up over his head.

Su Yao nestled in the soft hood, and felt his face was hot for a moment.

Fu Xiang carefully checked the brim of the hood, looked at the red face, and raised the corners of his mouth.

But when the corners of her mouth were raised for a while, she felt the person in her arms move. Warm hands passed around his neck and shoulders, gently reached into the hood, and covered him.

Then he quickly hid.

Fu Xiang stopped immediately.

Su Yao buried her face again.

He was nestled in Fu Ling's arms, but he could only hear the beating of his little rabbit's heartbeat.

Fu Xiang stared deeply at the fair face in the layered brocade clothes.

I tried very hard to suppress it, and wanted to kiss it.

This was the first time that Su Yao gave an obvious response when Fu Ling was awake.

The one who took the initiative to throw himself into the arms just now is also counted.

The beauty took the initiative twice in one night.

Fu Ge shouted a tsunami in his heart excitedly.

He was still holding a beautiful woman who had been washed white in his arms. If he hadn't been a little sane, he immediately wanted to rush to the room with her in his arms, throw him on the bed, wrap him in the quilt, and finish the matter...

But it cannot be done this way.

In this way, he can only sleep with the beauty once, and he will have to give him a big ear shave the next day.

If you want to sleep with a beauty for a long time, you have to go through the process.

Although Fu Ge's train of thought had reached the end, his reason still came back.

He coughed in a very deaf way, and continued to hug the person and walk.

There was no one on the way, and when they walked quietly to the small courtyard in Zhuyin, they saw Cheng An and Uncle Wu waiting anxiously.

Fu Ling and Su Yao have been to Tangquan Pond for so long, but they don't dare to urge them. After all, in Tangquan, it's quite normal to be distracted for a while, and to shoot and fire...

Seeing that the two of them had returned from this posture, and the Eldest Young Master was still very pleased with himself, the two couldn't help exchanging expected glances.

Fu Ling coughed again, and said in a low voice, "Don't think about it."

Lower your voice again: "Fall asleep, go and make up the bed."

The two were lost for a while, Cheng An recalled Guanshi Meng's words again, and frowned slightly.

Fu Ling glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

Cheng An panicked and pondered for a while, but in the end he was overwhelmed by worry: "...Eldest Young Master, do you want to have a look at Mr. Pei?"

Fu Ling paused first, and seeing Cheng An's worried expression, his eyes sank instantly.

Cheng An's legs suddenly weakened.

In a hurry, he looked away from the shark man's eyes, and wanted to cry but had no tears.

Fu Ling still stared at him.

Cheng An had no choice but to describe it tremblingly: "The eldest son is a gentleman, Liu Xiahui, high-spirited and upright, calm in his arms, upright and upright, steadfast and unyielding..."

Fu Ling stared at him, turned and left.

Uncle Wu pulled him secretly: "Guan Shi also told you?"

Cheng An was taken aback: "He also told you all the time?"

Uncle Wu nodded, and sighed again: "I'm also worried, but the eldest son is not willing to listen to this, so don't you worry about it..."

Manager Meng's brainwashing skills are top-notch, and Uncle Wu is impatient.

Fu Gezi is not in a hurry.

However, although he was not in a hurry, he responded somewhat.

Some people really think that the truth is wrong.

Why do some people think the truth is wrong?

Fu Ge was angry.

An angry Fu Ge put the beauty on the couch carefully, turned around to leave, read this when the door opened, and sat back on the couch again.

The truth is obviously very good.

There will be a lot more.

Fu Xiang was annoyed.

While being annoyed, Su Yao opened his eyes in a daze.

He just moved from a warm embrace to a cool thin quilt, and the difference between hot and cold was too big, and he woke up.

The lights were burning, Su Yao's eyes were dim, and the ends of her freshly washed hair were still dripping with water, casually scattered on the side of the couch, showing off the snow-white neck and the slightly blush corners of the eyes.

Su Yao was half awake and half asleep, and subconsciously grabbed the cuff of the person beside the couch: "...Mr. Fu is leaving?"

Fu Xiang, who was very good, was even breathing stagnantly.