I opened a bookstore in ancient times

On the bed with the big pigeon, Su Yao felt a little embarrassed when discussing when the bridal chamber was in this posture.

Fu Gezi clasped his wrist and looked at him expectantly.

Su Yao was so close to him, and his heart was pounding at the distance where his breathing was intertwined.

But he didn't lose his mind.

Su Yao looked at the big pigeon's eager eyes, and suddenly felt——

this is a good chance.

...Should I take this opportunity to urge the manuscript?

Su Yao's fluctuating heart suddenly calmed down.

Although mentioning the manuscript at this time, there is a little bit of damage to the atmosphere.

But in this village in the past, there was no such shop.

What a great opportunity!

Thinking of this, Su Yao couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

He slightly staggered the black eyes of the big pigeon, but was suddenly pecked by the big pigeon.

The big pigeon was aggrieved: "Why have you been thinking for so long, are you still distracted?"

Before Su Yao could explain, he heard him say again: "I want a big kiss. You're actually distracted."

Su Yao was thinking about urging the manuscript, and when he saw the big pigeon bowing his head, he leaned in and kissed him on the lips: "I didn't get distracted, I figured out when."

The big pigeon was very eager, his eyes sparkled with eagerness: "When?"

Su Yao paused.

Anyway, according to the situation between him and the pigeon, it is impossible to separate work and life.

Su Yao made up his mind, and looked into the deep eyes of the pigeon: "I've made up my mind. You probably won't be able to finish writing too much, and when the third volume of "One Leaf Knife of Jianghu" is finished."

Fu Gezi was taken aback.

Su Yao looked at him: "If you don't speak, we'll...uh...you..."

The big pigeon's eyes deepened, and he suddenly kissed her.

Especially ferocious.

Su Yao was pressed by his wrist, and he felt the atmosphere between the two of them was hot in an instant. Fu Ling kissed Su Yao and did not let go, tossing Su Yao until his whole body became weak, before he was willing to raise his head.

Su Yao gasped heavily.

How can we just...?

How many manuscripts to submit can be discussed again.

Su Yao's cheeks were flushed, and the big pigeon hugged him: "It's not good, I have to say it again."

Su Yaoping breathed a sigh of relief, and had no choice but to say: "Then...let's finish the second volume, just twenty chapters."

The big pigeon frowned.

Su Yao subconsciously wanted to hide, but the big pigeon lowered his head again and pried his lips and teeth open.

Su Yao has no experience in kissing, but the big pigeon is very good at it, and it is easy to penetrate every time, and it is not uncomfortable, but each bite of the pigeon takes a long time...

Su Yao was once again out of breath from being teased by him before being let go.

Su Yao took a breath: "...you can't kiss me anymore, if you have something...you have something to say..."

Fu Gezi seemed aggrieved: "I'm talking about the bridal chamber, how can you talk about the manuscript with me?"

Su Yao's chest rose and fell, and it took him a long time to calm down, but he felt that the grievance of the pigeon was really unreasonable.

Why does an author who delays the manuscript always feel wronged first.

I haven't been wronged yet.

Su Yao thought of the two kisses he had just lost, and for a moment became more determined to press for the manuscript.

He glanced at the big pigeon: "Are you my husband?"

The big pigeon was taken aback for a moment, then his heart filled with joy, and his eyes softened a little: "Of course."

Su Yao was unmoved: "Then do you want to join me in earning money to support your family?"

The big pigeon understood, and began to play tricks: "I don't make money, but I can support my family."

"It's different."

Seeing that he was willing to talk to him, Su Yao said softly, "One day the mountains of gold and silver will be exhausted, so it's not enough to sit and eat. Our little nest needs to be built together."

This made Fu Dage feel warm in his heart.

Seeing that his expression moved slightly, Su Yao hit the iron while the iron was hot, raised her head slightly and kissed him, and said softly, "I will rely on Mr. Hetai to take care of my business in the future."

With the beauty's tone, the big pigeon instantly melted.

Turn into a pool of happy water.

The kind that is running around, still bubbling and bubbling.

The big pigeon was tricked by a beauty trick again, so she answered straight away: "Okay."

Su Yao heaved a sigh of relief, and was pecked on the lips by the big pigeon again: "Then you agree. When I finish writing, I will have a bridal chamber."

Su Yao nodded.

Looking up to meet the happy eyes of the pigeons, I was a little panicked: Look at this posture, maybe I wrote it today...

But Boss Su was too worried.

A pigeon is a pigeon, and its nature is immutable.

The pigeon didn't get out of bed to write the manuscript immediately, but hugged him again, and found a chance to kiss him twice. The two of them quarreled for a while, and then fell asleep on the bed.

Autumn afternoons are relatively long, and the sun is the softest and brightest. After being screened by the screen on the window, only slanting shadows remain, faint.

This sleep probably lasted an hour, and when Su Yao woke up, Uncle Wu came to deliver the meal.

He was still rubbing his eyes when he heard Uncle Wu ask: "Today I made steamed duck with fermented rice and crab roe tofu, and there is a duck porridge. The vegetarian dishes don't seem to be particularly outstanding. I brought a plate of vegetarian roast goose and a plate of tender spinach. Is this enough to eat?"

The name of Uncle Wu's dish made Su Yao feel hungry.

Su Yao thanked him, and Uncle Wu smiled again: "The third lady said that she has prepared bird's nest for Boss Su and will bring it later. If we don't have dinner together today, Boss Su must go early tomorrow."

Su Yao thanked him again, and sat down to look at the dishes, only to be surprised.

Fu's kitchen is very good at cooking.

This taste is also comparable to Fukelai.

Fu Ling laughed: "Third Uncle is also a breadwinner, my cook has a lot of money every month."

Fu Ling said the number, and Su Yao joked, "I knew I would come to your house to be a cook."

"I won't let you go."

Fu Ling fed him a mouthful of crab roe tofu, "No one else is worthy of your food, but I am."

This crab roe tofu was extremely smooth, fresh and thin, Su Yao swallowed it and smiled.

And softly said: "From now on, I will only make it for you to eat."

The big pigeon's heart skipped a beat, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Su Yao hid for a moment: "It's time to eat, sit down properly."

Fu Gezi teased him with a smile: "Then can I hug you after dinner?"

Su Yao took a mouthful of porridge: "After dinner, won't Mr. Hetai write manuscripts?"

Fu Gezi suddenly frowned.

Seeing how quickly his face changed, Su Yao couldn't help but be concerned: "Is it the second volume of Calvin?"

Fu Dage confidently said, "No. I just don't want to write."

Su Yao choked, swallowing porridge angrily: If you don't write, you don't want a bridal chamber.

After dinner, Fu Ling still didn't write.

He took Su Yao out for a walk, commented on the flowers and trees, went back to the room, played a few chess games, and fell asleep.

With his posture, Su Yao only wondered if he gave up on writing and planned to drag it until March next year.

Not really.

The big pigeon is still under mental construction.

It always takes time to overcome procrastination. Pigeon finally completed a lot of mental construction and decided to play for another day today and start writing tomorrow.

Besides, Su Yao also delayed his writing.

As soon as he saw Su Yao, he just wanted to play with him, and he could just lie down if he didn't play.

With a beauty by my side, how could I be in the mood to write a manuscript.

But if you don't write, you can't really eat beauties.

The big pigeon sighed.

Seeing Su Yao's peaceful sleeping face, he was ready to move again: This bridal chamber has not come easily, so he must behave well when the time comes.

I am the best.

Thinking of it this way, it is also full of motivation.

The pigeon fell asleep peacefully, and the next day was the little nephew's birthday party.

Because the child was young and Su Yao had just arrived, they only held a family banquet.It was the same people as yesterday, gathering in twos and threes in the flower hall to talk.

Fu Ling's sixth younger brother is the eldest son of Lord Sanhou, and this is Lord Sanhou's eldest youngest grandson. Fu's house is so lively that he even invited a group of puppet shows.

Naturally, it is to play some lively dramas such as the Flame Mountain.

The little Tuanzi of the Fu family who was carved in powder and jade was very happy to see it.

Fu Ling only peeled melon seeds with him: "The wooden lion I gave him, I saw that he liked it very much, and kept holding it. You are right, round head and brain, no matter how fat, it is very good. "

Fu Dage originally carved a very similar lion for the child, with long teeth.

Let alone a five-year-old child, Su Yao would be terrified at the bedside.

Su Yao made a few sketches according to the modern cartoon lion, and Fu Ling glanced at it: "Why does it look like a sunflower?"

Su Yao smiled: "It's just like this, children like this."

Fu Gezi didn't have much experience in dealing with children, so he made a group of silly lions and sent them out, only to find that Xiaotuanzi had never let go.

Fu Ling only peeled nuts for Su Yao, and was very happy: "You should also eat more, the fat ones are the best."

In such a large audience, Su Yao's ears turned red when he recalled Fu Gezi's indecent words again.

He was a little embarrassed, and pressed Fu Ling again: "Don't peel it off for me. Turn around and see what it looks like."

"What's wrong with me taking care of my sweetheart?" Fu Ling smiled softly, "If they don't like to watch it, then don't watch it."

Su Yao couldn't talk to him. He was worried that it would be too eye-catching later, but he didn't expect that Fu Gezi hardly had his turn to serve him food at the family banquet.

Mrs. Fu San takes care of him better than Fu Gezi.

Seeing that Fu Gezi was inexplicably sour.

Things like persuading me to eat have to be done by a mother.

Especially Su Yao's thin stature, when Mrs. Fu saw it, she thought "you should eat more if you are so thin".

Su Yao looked at Mrs. Fu's posture of peeling crabs, and then glanced at Fu Ling.

Fu Ling understood: my third aunt is better at peeling than I am.

Fu Gezi suddenly became sour.

Today's food is also very good.

Naturally, the birthday banquet cannot be sloppy, there are always more than [-] dishes of meat and vegetables.

Beijing sauce shredded pork, sweet and sour short ribs, honey yam, sweet taste is for children to eat; steamed crab, braised beef tendon, roast duck, bad quail, fish fillet, ham stewed elbow, Buddha jumps over the wall, the types of meat dishes are also There are many; the dishes on the small dishes are also exquisite, such as dried shrimps and cabbage, shallot eggs, sweet and sour lotus root slices, potted tofu, leek meatballs, and fried mountain mushrooms.

This is not counting the appetizer dishes, and the soup noodles behind.

The layout of this big table is very rich.

Perhaps it is to take care of the children, everything is made soft and delicious.

Children naturally don't eat much, and they are already full before eating half of the banquet.

Su Yao was eating duck legs, when Xiaotuanzi ran over and held up a cup of almond cheese: "Daddy said, let me have a drink with big brother."

This little doll is dressed in bright red clothes, her hair style is full of horns, and she has a round face, she is very cute just by looking at it.

Su Yao rubbed him, then picked up the cup to touch him: "Qing'er is five years old, and she will be happy from now on."

Xiaotuanzi laughed immediately: "I've been listening to the words for a whole day, and big brother said it best. I understood it right away!"

All the guests at the table laughed, and Lord Fu Sanhou couldn't help laughing and said: "I've spoiled him. He's so old that he hasn't finished reading the thousand-character text, and he's lively and active. Let's send him to the martial arts field to practice!"

After finishing speaking, he reminded: "Why do you call me brother, you are not a senior."

Xiaotuanzi couldn't figure it out: "Then what should I call?"

Fu Ling held Su Yao's hand: "Call Uncle."

Xiaotuanzi said "Hey": "I only have five uncles? Whose uncle is the big brother?"

Fu Ling smiled: "My family."

Su Yao's face was hot immediately, and seeing the little dumpling said "Oh" again: "Uncle is going to marry the pretty big brother... is the pretty big uncle married?"

Fu Gezi said: "It will be done in March next year, will you come?"

Xiaotuanzi responded happily, and the table was filled with congratulations one after another.

Most of the people at the table already knew it, but after explaining it clearly, they continued to congratulate.

Su Yao ate a little in this happy and harmonious atmosphere.

Mrs. Fu was afraid that Su Yao would be too tired from sitting with the table all the time. Seeing that people were eating almost the same, she asked Fu Ling to send him back.

Su Yao was naturally embarrassed, but Mrs. Fu San smiled and said, "We'll have a drink later. You're not in good health, and Ling'er won't do it if you touch it. He's not as good as me. Go back and rest as soon as possible."

He added: "The venison pot will be delivered to you at night."

This is to have a good time.

Su Yao didn't drink, and it was inconvenient to sit down, so she walked back along the corridor and smiled again: "This is really a special trip to eat."

"I just picked you up to eat. How's the food?" Fu Ling smiled.

"It's really good. I've been sick for a long time, and today I ate the most happily." Su Yao took his hand, "Seeing that you like to eat that fish fillet, I will do that too. I will make some for you later. .”

Fu Ling responded, and said again: "Why don't you go out for a walk? Don't accumulate food."

It's not enough to accumulate food.

But Su Yao was indeed a little tired from sitting.

He leaned on the couch and smiled: "I'm sleepy after eating, I want to sleep for a while. You play for a while?"

Fu Ling glanced at him, but sat behind the desk: "I don't play, I want to write a manuscript."

The words "I want to write a manuscript" came out of Fu Gezi's mouth, and it sounded like a dream.

Su Yao was taken aback, and raised his eyebrows: "I thought you would delay until next year."

"how is this possible?"

Fu Dage held his head high, "I really want to have a bridal chamber with you."

This serious look...

Su Yao's face was slightly hot, and he only closed his eyes: "Then you write, see how much you can write."

Fu Gezi was quite aggrieved, and said again: "Don't believe me, I'm amazing."

Fu Dage opened the chair and spread out the paper squarely.