Reborn uncle and nephew relationship

He threw it onto the bed with great difficulty, glanced at Fu Xin, and felt a little unbearable to just throw it like this, not to mention that he was transferred with Wang Shao today, and it was all because of himself.

Pursing her lower lip, she took a towel from the bathroom, intending to wash the dirty little golden retriever's face!

As soon as the warm water wet towel touched Fu Xin, the little golden retriever opened its eyes pitifully, and stretched out its hand blinking.

Fu Lin looked at his two little paws outstretched like a demon, and his lips, which were a little bright red because of drunkenness, opened them glutinously, "hug, hug me?" Third Uncle..."

With the sound of "Crash!", Fu Linhe heard a nerve in his brain break down, and then he reached out and hugged Fu Xin before he regained consciousness...

Into the bosom, the softness, although warm, seems to still not be able to satisfy the greedy desire...

Own, own children.

Fu Xin is his own...no one can take it away, no one can take it away!

I don't know why I think so, but the security and warmth in my arms make Fu Linhe gradually come back to his senses, and he can't let go.

"Fu Xin," resting his chin on the little golden retriever's head, he rubbed his cheek against the soft fur "Fu Xin..." My little golden retriever is becoming more and more independent and powerful. She can rely on her own, How long?

How long can he be relied on by Fu Xin?To Fu Xin, how much value is there for him?

Fu Lin looked at the drowsy little face, lowered his head, and couldn't help kissing his forehead, eyelids, nose tip, and cheek... just like when he was a child, his parents would kiss him like this.

It's just that parents can't help but kiss their children's lips?

Fu Linhe couldn't help asking, but the sense of touch and the taste of infatuation made him feel dazed...

Is this attachment so heavy that he can't tell the difference?Or have you kept them for too long and are reluctant to let go?

Sighing silently, Fu Linhe just wanted to enjoy the beauty of this moment.

Simple, hug your own Fu Xin...

He is still like a child, needing and relying on himself, in his eyes and in his heart, only himself...

Mrs. Fu, there are only the two of them, and I only have him...

Time passed by in the dark night, and Fu Xin fell asleep in the arms of his owner.

Fu Linhe, who was hugging the little golden retriever, looked out the window and at the child in his arms. To him, the child who would never grow up could not fall asleep no matter what...

At two o'clock in the morning, Fu Xin suddenly fell asleep uneasy for some reason. Fu Linhe lowered his head and kissed his forehead while patting his back, coaxing him slowly.

After a while, he fell asleep peacefully again.

Fu Linhe couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, showing a hint of a smile.

At around 03:30 in the morning, Fu Linxi couldn't help but be tempted by sleep, but as soon as he fell asleep, he felt that the place where he had been bitten was scorching hot and still a little bit red and swollen, but now it was wet...

This taste is a bit strange.

He opened his eyes and saw that the little golden retriever that was supposed to be sleeping was looking at his throat, which made him feel a little creepy, lest Fu Xin would pounce on him and bite again!

"Uncle, does it hurt?" As he said, he sniffed, and arched a row of red shiny tooth marks with the tip of his slightly cool nose. Before Fu Linhe could say anything, the strange and subtle sense of touch came again.

Fu Linhe suppressed the groan that was about to overflow from his throat, but when he raised his head, he could clearly feel the little golden-haired tongue. The wet and hot tip of the tongue seemed to be drawing the marks of his own teeth bit by bit.

Fu Lin patted him on the back, signaling to Fu Xin first, don't do this.

But who would have thought that this little golden retriever would push his limits!

The licking became more and more joyful, and in the end, he could feel the feeling of the cold liquid sinking into the shirt along his throat under the wet touch...

Subconsciously, I felt my breathing tightened, and the hand that was pushing Fu Xin's shoulder subconsciously tightened it.

"Fu, Fu Xin..." He wanted to stop, but just as the words were about to escape from his throat, he was interrupted by the tremor that followed.

Fu Linxi couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't help but want to struggle out of this apparently normal thing.

Fu Xin just saw that he had a wound, and perhaps subconsciously knew that it was his own doing, and felt guilty, so he licked the wound for himself like a child.

But, why would he, have this, this feeling...

Is it the moonlight tonight, or the drunken desire?

Fu Linhe couldn't lie to himself. He took three sips of red wine, and it was impossible for him to get a little drunk. Now that he thought about it...

Maybe it's really too long since I haven't touched a woman, and now I'm almost lost because of this place!

The little golden retriever in his arms may have felt bored with licking and licking, and started to gnaw!

While nibbling carefully, he slightly licked the surrounding skin with the tip of his tongue, finally stopped at a certain place, and sucked hard!

Fu Linhe snorted, raised his hand and slapped the little guy's ass!

But who knows, the little guy who was beaten was still sucking the skin/skin of his side neck, humming "Uncle, Uncle~"

Sure enough, I owe a beating...

Fu Linhe glared at the innocent little guy viciously, but then his heart softened to death.

Maybe it's just subconscious?

However, Fu Linhe can't deny that since Fu Xin woke up a few years ago, he has been extremely dependent on himself, from clothing to expenses, these are only peripheral factors, the most important thing is...

Psychologically, Fu Xin couldn't do without himself, although he didn't give himself a call or message after he came to Shanghai to tell him whether he was all right.

However, Fu Linhe knew in his heart that Fu Xin missed him.

Every time we met, he couldn't miss Fu Xin's deep thoughts and deep nostalgia for himself, which contained too much longing and deep affection.

Therefore, Fu Linhe pampered that child more and more, because he knew that no matter how far he ran, no matter how far he ran, he would still be his little golden retriever, his own Fu Xin...

With a slight sigh, he let the little guy do whatever he wanted.

Although I rationally told myself that the relationship between uncle and nephew shouldn't happen tonight, but... so what?Can I really refuse him?

From childhood to adulthood, whatever Fu Xin wanted, didn't he just give it to him?

Fu Linhe understands, he understands very well, even if this kid kills him!Fu Linhe wouldn't even blink!Give this kid both hands, and figure out how to evade the law for him!

I really owed him in my previous life, so I couldn't be cruel no matter what.

So what if it was really hard?

In the end, it's me who feels distressed...

Sucking, sucking, this little golden retriever is probably really tired.Fu Xin is like a child who has not yet grown up, nestled in Fu Lin's arms, with his head resting on his chest, just hugged like this, and fell asleep.

Fu Lin pulled out his hand and touched his neck.

At first, there was only one spot that was red, swollen and hot, but now it’s all over, the whole patch!He doesn't even know what to wear to go out tomorrow!

Smiling and shaking his head, he lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the little guy who didn't know how to behave.

Falling asleep slowly with a smile...

Fu Xin didn't wake up until around ten o'clock the next day. The place where he woke up was the place he had been dreaming of for many years.

Fu Lin was in Fu Lin's arms, and his clothes were disheveled, and his neck was blushing. No matter how he looked at it, he was touched by someone last night.

When Fu Xin was afraid, and by the way, he really admired his drunken ability, so he actually got rid of him?

And seeing how Fu Linhe slept with his arms around him, he was obviously not angry, and he felt a bit reluctant.

Fu Xin thought, he never knew that he was so powerful.Originally, I thought that as long as I had one encounter with this one in front of me, I would die without regret!And, he doesn't mind being down there!Yes, but right now his ass doesn't hurt~

Based on the principle that it's not her own pain, but the other party's pain, Fu Xin feels so guilty, she must have been very rude when she was drunk yesterday~ Did Third Uncle get hurt by himself?Did you get hurt?

As soon as Fu Linhe opened his eyes, he saw the little golden retriever with a guilty, embarrassed and red face.

Suppressing the urge to bow his head for a kiss, he stood up calmly, without saying a word to Fu Xin, and walked to the bathroom.

Fu Linhe's withdrawal was very indifferent, without the slightest care and tenderness from last night.

Fu Xin naturally noticed it, and even more noticed that although the clothes on the two of them were messy, they were intact, and there was no trace of lust on the sheets in the room.

In other words, nothing happened last night...

The one on Fu Lin's neck...

Fu Xin squinted his eyes, and a burst of cold sweat broke out all over his body.It can't be someone else, it must be himself, and he did this...

Did you say something you shouldn't say?

No, no, you shouldn't be thinking about this now, even if you didn't say it, Fu Linhe has a reason to sentence himself to death!

Thinking of Fu Lin's guessing the truth, or simply stretching his neck to tell him the truth and then waiting for Ling Chi to stab him, he felt chills all over his body.

Regardless of past life or present life, Fu Xin is a master who is not afraid of anything, otherwise it would be impossible to start a small business with the capital of a rural child in the previous life, and the second generation ancestor will be even more defiant and bold in the future!

But in two lifetimes, the present Fu Xin is a little bit afraid.It wasn't that Fu Linhe was angry, but that Fu Linhe knew the truth...

Knowing that his own nephew had such thoughts towards him, Fu Linhe would definitely withdraw as indifferently as before...

No, no, Fu Xin supported his hands and grasped the bed sheet tightly, his eyes drifted to the bathroom.Could it be that he already knew, so this is an attitude?

What should he do?Now, what should Fu Xin do? !

It made Fu Linhe believe that everything that happened yesterday was the result of his drunkenness, that it could not represent anything, that it was all fake, just kidding.We are still uncles and nephews, so let him not worry about it.Or, just finish it all and make a big splash yourself