Peerless Junior Uncle

It feels like it’s going to come out of your hand. But if you look closely, it’s just a bow. It doesn’t look like it’s going to transform into a flying bird.

"Qingcheng." After dinner, He Tingge finally asked, "Are you hiding something from me?"

Fu Qingcheng was lying on the bamboo chair reading a book. Hearing this, he raised his eyelids to look at him, but smiled: "Why do you say that?"

"I don't know. I always feel like you didn't tell me something." He Tingge sat beside Fu Qingcheng, kneading Fu Qingcheng's legs: "Is it my illusion?"

Fu Qingcheng didn't speak. He just got up and bent over to get close to He Tingge. The distance between the two of them was only a finger. He Tingge didn't move. He looked over by the warm candlelight. There didn't seem to be any special expression on Fu Qingcheng's gentle face.

"No." Fu Qingcheng said softly, "I have nothing to hide from you." The smile on his lips was frank and sincere.

He Tingge paused and said: "That's good." He returned a faint smile. Fu Qingcheng pressed his hand on his lap. It was different from his own warmth. Gently leaned against it. It was slightly cool Her lips rubbed against the tip of He Tingge's nose: "Feng Xi, hug me."

He Tingge was taken aback for a moment. Then he slightly raised his head and kissed the corner of Fu Qingcheng's lips. Fu Qingcheng embraced He Tingge's neck and pressed towards himself.

Because He Tingge was sitting on the reclining chair that Fu Qingcheng often used to bask in the sun. It was slightly lower than the bamboo chair Fu Qingcheng was sitting on at this time. Fu Qingcheng walked backwards with He Tingge in his arms. He straddled He Tingge's waist and leaned over. Kiss He Tingge.

He Tingge was not surprised by Fu Qingcheng's initiative. But he felt something strange. Before he could catch it, he was stimulated by the cool fingers poking under the hem of his clothes.

The fiery place didn't lose half because of the coldness of the other party. On the contrary, it became stronger. He Tingge's breathing was a little short. One hand held Fu Qingcheng's side face to deepen the kiss. Fu Qingcheng grabbed the other hand and put it on his chest Before, taking advantage of the moment of separation, panting: "Hold me."

If He Tingge can bear to think about it at this time, then he is too unmanly.

Even though it's autumn, the temperature in Green Valley is still suitable. It didn't take long. The two almost met each other honestly. Only a circle of clothes piled up around the waist remained.

And at this moment, He Tingge frowned slightly. He paused with the hand on Fu Qingcheng's waist, and stopped just like that.

Fu Qingcheng lowered his head and pressed He Tingge's forehead. He seemed dissatisfied.

"Qingcheng." He Tingge's hoarse voice resounded softly in the air.

Fu Qingcheng put his arms around He Tingge's neck. Hearing this greeting, he didn't answer. He just moved himself closer to He Tingge. The scattered hair was entwined between the two of them. It ran across Fu Qingcheng's fair chest and scattered on He Tingge's shoulders.

After a while, it was Fu Qingcheng who leaned on He Tingge's shoulder and laughed: "Why don't you try again."

He Tingge was also not sure what was going on. He was clearly aware of the sensitive points of Fu Qingcheng's body from the inside to the outside. But this time. Why. Fu Qingcheng didn't respond at all. Could it be that he was not skilled enough? Arrived home. Not right. I have tried repeatedly before. Could it be that this person is a fake...

It seemed that he felt He Tingge's doubts. Fu Qingcheng lowered his head and kissed the corner of He Tingge's lips comfortingly: "I'm Fu Qingcheng. If it's fake. Besides. Do you still want to have sex with others?"

How could that be possible. He Tingge naturally knew that this person was real. But it had come to this point. The other party suddenly stopped raising. This undoubtedly made him wonder if it was his fault.

"Give it to me." Fu Qingcheng didn't wait for him anymore, bit the corner of He Tingge's lips heavily, and twisted, "I want it."

"Qingcheng." He Tingge wanted to say something, but Fu Qingcheng blocked his lips. His lower body was held by the other party and pressed against a soft place. Fu Qingcheng groaned. He Tingge didn't hesitate anymore and got up. Hold the person who is straddling him by the waist and stop him from moving.

"Tell me honestly. What's going on here." He Tingge put him on the bed and said seriously.

Fu Qingcheng looked at the heightened desire in front of him, but still had a serious face. He laughed inexplicably: "It's okay. It's just a moment. Mu Lan said it's a big problem. Didn't he help me make the medicine again?"

"He knows." He Tingge's face turned cold.

Fu Qingcheng blinked. Then he smiled and said, "I'm jealous."

He Tingge really wants to roll his eyes. It's not a question of jealousy, okay. He's just dissatisfied why Mu Lan knew about it. But he didn't tell himself?

"Get dressed and go to bed." He Tingge tidied up Fu Qingcheng's scattered clothes a few times, and covered him with the quilt that was turned over.

What does wife mean?

"Get dressed and go to bed." He Tingge tidied up Fu Qingcheng's scattered clothes a few times, and covered him with the quilt that was turned over.

Fu Qingcheng watched silently as he pulled his clothes to drink herbal tea. He took out his hand wrapped in the quilt and patted the quilt. He was dissatisfied: "It's all here. You can bear it."

He Tingge almost poured a pot of herbal tea into his stomach. But the hotness has not been completely relieved. Hearing what Fu Qingcheng said, he was worried after all. He returned to the bed and said seriously: "It's really all right."

"Really." Fu Qingcheng blinked his eyes resolutely. Then he hooked Gou He Tingge's sleeve with his fingers. He smiled and said, "Drinking herbal tea won't help."

He Tingge didn't talk to him. He moved the man inside and turned over to lie down.

Fu Qingcheng crawled over dishonestly again, and was wrapped in a quilt by He Tingge, holding him firmly and not letting him move.

"Hey, you're going to murder your husband." Fu Qingcheng said in a muffled voice with half of his face covered in the quilt.

He Tingge stretched out his hand and let his mouth out. He said, "No matter what happens in the future, you must tell me first."

Fu Qingcheng bit the corner of the quilt and said nothing. Finally, he glanced at He Tingge's waist. The small tent was still there: "I really don't want it."

"Sleep." He Tingge glared at Fu Qingcheng and closed his eyes fiercely.

"Isn't it cold without a quilt?"

"It's not cold. The skin is rough and the meat is thick. I'm used to it."

"But I'm cold."

"Be patient."

.......

Fu Qingcheng didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Looking at He Tingge's side face, there was a trace of unspeakable bitterness in his heart: You are so nice. How could I be willing to leave you alone...

Early in the morning of the second day, He Tingge felt a little itchy on his face in a daze. When he scratched it with his hand, he felt a slightly cold finger. When he opened his eyes, he saw Fu Qingcheng lying on his shoulder and holding his finger on his face Draw circles.

Everyone has the thing of getting angry. If Haitang does not sleep until he wakes up naturally, then he will be in a hazy state for a period of time after he is woken up, just like sleepwalking.

Xu Ziyang also has it. It’s just an ultra-low air pressure. He didn’t sleep well and he would make the person who disturbed his sleep sleep well. All kinds of overloaded workload. It’s definitely the end of the person who disturbed his sleep. Of course, Xiao Shishu I didn't know about this before. I called in the middle of the night. As a result, Xu Ziyang piled up all the account books for that month to Fu Qingcheng, saying that he couldn't figure it out. After he woke up, he took it back and calculated it himself as if nothing had happened.

As for Mu Lan, it’s definitely three points colder than the snow in the twelfth lunar month. It’s only a matter of erecting a board next to it. It’s written: "Strange people don’t enter." Of course. Except for Huo Qiangu who has been clinging to Mu Lan since he was a child.

Compared to Mu Lan, Huo Qiangu got up with a mild temper. He is just a lazy cat. No matter how you rub it, he will not resist.

Compared to the strange getting up above the above. Tang Yu is the most normal. No matter who it is to show his dreams. Let's talk about it first. Even his cutest and close grandfather has been stunned by him. come beard.

Closer to home. At this moment, He Tingge was gentle and turned into a clear water. He squeezed Fu Qingcheng's finger and put it on his lips for a kiss. Turned over and hugged Fu Qingcheng before going back to sleep.

But suddenly there was a slight gasp in his ear. He Tingge woke up from the nervousness. He saw Fu Qingcheng rubbing his waist. It seemed that he was in pain.

"What's wrong." He Tingge frowned. If I remember correctly, I probably didn't do it last night.

Fu Qingcheng grinned and lifted the quilt. He Tingge looked at the corner of his raised clothes. There was a blue-purple scar on the hip bone around his waist.

"What's going on? When did it happen?" He Tingge frowned.

"Probably last night. I knocked on the chair." Fu Qingcheng explained with a smile.

"Then why didn't you tell me last night?"

Fu Qingcheng said it was okay and rubbed it: "It's not a big deal. Just apply some anti-swelling medicine." Feeling the pain under the fingers on the waist. If I could feel it last night, it wouldn't end like that in the end... ...

I found the anti-swelling ointment from Fu Qingcheng's pile of bottles and took it and applied it. He Tingge then went down to cook porridge. It's out of habit. As long as he has time, he will go to cook porridge for Fu Qingcheng in the morning. It's been a long time. Maybe nothing else has changed. The porridge is getting better and better.

Fu Qingcheng likes to eat sweet things. He specially put some red dates in and simmered them on a low fire. Then he came upstairs.

Fu Qingcheng is already dressed. Last time I cut half of the soft hedgehog silk. It is already shorter than the hem. He Tingge took out the half from the clothes: "Can you sew it on?"

"It's useless to sew it on. It's okay to miss that piece." Fu Qingcheng took it over, made gestures according to He Tingge's clothes, and said, "Take it off."

He Tingge frowned, but he also knew what he meant. He took off his coat. Fu Qingcheng took it and sewed the soft hedgehog inside. It's blue. It's black when it's sewn into He Tingge's black clothes.

When He Tingge brought the porridge, Fu Qingcheng had already sewed it up. He gave the clothes to Fu Qingcheng. He picked up the bowl and blew on the heat. He sighed, "It's nice to have a wife."

He Tingge put on his clothes. He didn't refute him. He turned around and said, "Honey, help me buckle up."