Pregnant with a scumbag uncle's child

Lin Zhou vomited out of control, and even the few mouthfuls of vegetables he ate just now, and even the red bayberries he ate on the road, all contributed to the trash can.

Fu Mingshen was taken aback by his reaction, and quickly went around to help him straighten his back, and pulled a tissue for him.

After he finished vomiting, Fu Mingshen asked nervously: "Are you all right, what did you eat?"

Lin Zhou's eyes were full of physiological tears that accompanied the vomiting, and he wiped them off with a paper towel embarrassingly, saying, "This soup is too fishy."

fishy?

Fu Mingshen also took a sip just now, and felt that the taste was delicious, but he didn't taste any fishy smell.

The last time I went to the seaside for a spring outing, there was a dish of cold oysters. Fu Mingshen felt that the fishy smell was very strong, and he felt sick after eating it, but the child ate a lot without changing his face, and said that he was not sensitive to the fishy smell.

Why is he afraid of fishy now?

But Fu Mingshen didn't go into it too much, just thought he didn't taste the fishy smell from the sip just now, and said: "Then don't drink it, I'll let them serve dessert."

As he spoke, he asked the waiter to come in to clean up the mess, and then asked them to serve up the dessert.

Originally, he used to ask the restaurant to serve desserts with the main meals, but he found that children often only eat desserts and ignore the main meals. He was afraid that this would be bad for his health, so he would not let desserts be served in advance.

Desserts came up quickly, including sundaes, cakes, and cookies, etc. Lin Zhou had already eaten them with bright eyes, but today Lin Zhou only dug out two spoonfuls of sundaes, probably because he vomited. I lost my appetite.

It was the first time Fu Mingshen saw that he was not interested in desserts, so he frowned and asked, "Did you suffer from heat stroke?"

He just tasted the seafood soup again, and it wasn't fishy at all, so the cause of the disease was not here.

"Probably not," Lin Zhou poked the sundae in the cup with a spoon again and again, and said, "Maybe it's because the weather is hot and I don't have an appetite."

Their dormitory has air-conditioning, and he was cooped up all day long, so he walked a short distance from the dormitory to the school gate in the evening.

If such a short distance would cause him to suffer from heat stroke, he should not be called Lin Zhou, but Lin Wandou, with the title Princess.

Fu Mingshen was still worried: "Could it be something wrong with the food, I'll take you to the hospital to have a look later."

Lin Zhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Just throw up, it's not that exaggerated, okay."

"Is it all right?"

"It's all right! Will I make fun of my body?"

Fu Mingshen was a little relieved, but in the end Lin Zhou didn't eat anything. Fu Mingshen abducted him back home smoothly on the grounds that he was not feeling well and could not find anyone in the middle of the night.

When he got home, Fu Mingshen was worried that the child would be hungry after throwing up a meal, so he ordered Aunt Liu to ask the kitchen to prepare some more appetizing food.

Aunt Liu immediately asked the kitchen to make it.

Half an hour later, the kitchen made a bowl of sour soup and small wontons.

Lin Zhou was sitting listlessly on the sofa in the living room, with his head resting on Fu Mingshen's shoulder, chatting with him casually while playing with his mobile phone.

When he heard that there was food prepared in the kitchen, he immediately began to feel sick physically, but when he saw the hot and sour soup small wontons brought over by Aunt Liu, his appetite was turned on again.

The stuffing of the small wontons is made of pork, chicken breast, and water chestnuts with fungus, chopped together, it tastes a bit crunchy, served with a hot and sour soup base, a few drops of sesame oil, and a handful of chopped green onions And sesame, simple but delicious.

"Is it so delicious?" Fu Mingshen became interested when he saw the sweet expression on the children's faces.

Lin Zhou scooped one up, blew on it, handed it to Fu Mingshen's mouth, and said with a smile, "Try it."

Fu Mingshen was dazzled by his smile, and was in a daze at the moment.

No matter how much time passed, he still couldn't resist the charm from Lin Zhou.

Lin Zhou thought he was disgusted. After all, although the two of them had done the most intimate things, they had never eaten what the other had eaten.

He wanted to take the spoon back in embarrassment, but as soon as he moved, Fu Mingshen reached out and grabbed his hand, then lowered his head and ate the wonton in his spoon in one bite.

Immediately, Fu Ming frowned deeply: "Why are you so sour?"

"Ah? Sour? It's okay." Lin Zhou said, took a bite by himself, and said, "It's delicious."

"..." Why is there such a big difference in taste between people.

Fu Mingshen wanted the kitchen to serve him a bowl too, but was immediately persuaded by the acidity.

After eating wontons, Lin Zhou ate another small bowl of red bayberry. Fu Ming felt relieved seeing that his appetite was quite good.

However, seeing the children's stomachs full, Fu Mingshen couldn't sit still with indescribable thoughts. He turned sideways, hugged Lin Zhou and kissed him on the sofa.

Fu Mingshen's kissing skills were tempered by Lin Zhou and improved rapidly.

Just the kiss made Lin Zhou out of breath, and he collapsed limply on the sofa.

They hadn't done it for a few days, and Fu Mingshen was a little anxious. Feeling the changes in Fu Mingshen's body, Lin Zhou felt that the other party was about to do him on the sofa, so he hurriedly rejected him.

"No, Aunt Liu..."

"It's okay, they dare not come over."

"..." Damn, is this a question of whether they dare to come over?

It's too scary to do this kind of thing in the living room, how can he face this no longer pure place in the future.

Moreover, there are so many nannies and servants in their house, and the people in the kitchen haven't left yet, and Fu Mingshen didn't say hello in advance, so no one will come over.

When Lin Zhou thought of the scene of two people entangled in the living room being bumped into by the servant, he was overwhelmed with shame just by imagining it, and died thousands of times.

However, I don't know why, but just thinking about people coming here at any time, another kind of secret stimulation emerges from the bottom of my heart.

Fu Mingshen didn't even tease him much, Lin Zhou felt it himself.

Lin Zhou: "..."

How dare you betray the organization, brother, get down quickly!

Fu Ming deeply felt the change in him, lowered his head and pecked Lin Zhou's lips who were still resisting to the death, and said with a light smile, "There's a word that says it's straight-talking, isn't it?"

Lin Zhou: "..."

Lin Zhou felt ashamed and angry.

If the body doesn't listen to him, blame him!

What made him want to die even more was that Fu Mingshen found a small jar of ointment from under the sofa cushion that was so familiar that it almost made Lin Zhou suffer from ptsd.

Lin Zhou: "..."

Lin Zhou's eyes widened in disbelief: "Why do you hide this kind of thing here!"

The bedside table and studio are fine, but this is the living room. The part-time workers come to clean it every day, and they have to do a comprehensive cleaning once a week. The things under the sofa cushions cannot escape the eyes of the part-time workers.

Lin Zhou thought of the part-time worker seeing this thing, thinking of its use, and thinking of the scene of the two of them on the sofa, his whole body was going to explode on the spot.

Tai Nima is ashamed.

"They must have found out." Lin Zhou covered his eyes, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

Fu Mingshen looked indifferent, and said, "So what if you find out."

"Don't you feel ashamed?"

"There's nothing to be ashamed about. They're all adults. It's not like I haven't experienced it myself. I'm used to it. It's because you are too thin-skinned."

As Fu Mingshen said, seeing that Lin Zhou still wanted to refute, he simply lowered his head and sealed Lin Zhou with his own mouth.

How can the good spring be wasted on these trifles.

Lin Zhou felt that Fu Mingshen's logic was wrong, but after being kissed by Fu Mingshen, the blood in his brain rushed down quickly, and he lost the ability to think.

In the end, Fu Mingshen succeeded.

……

The next day, when Lin Zhou got up, Fu Mingshen had already gone to work. He supported his sore waist, recalling how he and Fu Mingshen were messing around on the sofa last night, and couldn't help covering his face.

It's so unscrupulous.

He washed up, walked into Fu Mingshen's cloakroom, took a set of his own clothes and put them on.

——Although he doesn't live here with Fu Mingshen, because he often comes here overnight, he has put a lot of clothes here.

After getting dressed, Lin Zhou went downstairs, just in time to meet Aunt Liu.

Aunt Liu was sitting on the sofa that Fu Mingshen made with him yesterday, and was trimming the branches and leaves of the potted plants at home.

Lin Zhou's face turned red again.

Come on!How did he compromise last night.

He asked Fu Mingshen to tidy up the sofa last night, and he didn't know if Aunt Liu and the others knew what happened in the living room.

"Xiao Lin, wake up." Aunt Liu greeted him with a smile.

Lin Zhou always felt that Aunt Liu looked at him with special meaning today, and he was so awkward that he greeted that doggy man Fu Mingshen several times in his heart, before he forced a smile and said, "Good morning, Aunt Liu."

"Morning," Aunt Liu put down the flower scissors, got up and said, "You're hungry, I'll ask the kitchen to bring you breakfast."

Lin Zhou didn't really have much appetite, but he still sat down at the dining table.

Fu Mingshen probably told me that today's breakfast is white porridge, pickled cucumbers, pickled radishes and other side dishes.

Lin Zhou didn't feel much about sour food at first, but it might be due to the hot weather these days, and he twitched his index finger when he saw sour food.

While eating breakfast, his phone vibrated. It was a message from Fu Mingshen.

Fu Mingshen: [Picture] [Picture]

Fu Mingshen: The itinerary for going out to play has been arranged. The air ticket at [-]:[-] pm tomorrow. I will stay for three days and will climb the mountain. The night in the mountain is cold, so don't forget to bring a thinner coat.

Fu Mingshen sent him two pictures, one is the plane ticket to G city, and the other is the hotel information, it is a bed and breakfast inn, the scenery in the picture is quite beautiful.

Lin Zhou was still complaining in his heart that Fu Mingshen insisted on messing around on the sofa last night, but when he saw this, he immediately became happy again.

Although he is considered half a dead house, he is still happy when he thinks that he can go on a trip with his boyfriend.

Forgive him just for once.

"Hey, Zhouzhou, are you going out to play again?" Cao Junyi asked when he saw Lin Zhou packing his luggage again when he came back from the outside.

He has also finished his internship and is now preparing for his graduation project, but after not having to go to work, he has become more indulgent. He often goes out with his girlfriend for the night, and Lin Zhou hasn't seen him for several days.

"Well, don't you guys go out to play during the Dragon Boat Festival?" Lin Zhou asked casually.

"Hey, we are on holiday every day now, why do we have to choose Dragon Boat Festival, a day when everyone is on holiday, to go out and be crowded with people, don't you feel uncomfortable with the air conditioner at home?"

"..." He was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

Cao Junyi sat down on his computer chair, watched him tidy up, and suddenly asked gossipingly, "Are you going out to play with your brother?"

The last time Lin Zhou went to Liu's birthday party, he had already disclosed his relationship with Fu Mingshen in front of his classmates.

Therefore, Lin Zhou said frankly, "Yes."

Cao Junyi's facial muscles twitched, and he asked again: "Is he really your boyfriend?"

In fact, he wanted to ask this question after the last meeting, but he felt that this was a family matter, and it was not easy for him to ask, which would only increase the embarrassment.

They are not related by blood, so it is not considered a disorderly relationship.

"Yeah," Lin Zhou thought that Cao Junyi was coming to interrogate him, and said seriously, "He is very kind to me, and he is sincere. Although there is a certain economic gap, he has always firmly defended me and stood by me. On the other hand, there is no deceit."

"That, that's pretty good, haha, just...that, that, do your parents agree?"

When Cao Junyi mentioned this, Lin Zhou thought of the medical certificate sent by his stepfather Zhang Song.

Later, Zhang Song told him twice on WeChat, hoping that he would go back.

Obviously, they didn't want him to be with Fu Mingshen.

But what does it matter?

Lin Zhou smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, their opinions are not important."

Cao Junyi: "..."

You guys are awesome.

He couldn't help giving Lin Zhou a thumbs up: "I respect you for being a man."

Speaking of this, he became playful again: "It's okay, son, Dad will always support you, and you can come to worship me as a high priest when you get married."

"It's a good idea," Lin Zhou stretched out his foot and kicked him, cursing with a smile, "Get out of here."

But Lin Zhou was quite surprised. He thought that Cao Junyi would interrogate Fu Mingshen's background. After knowing his identity, he would worry that Fu Mingshen would lie to him like Ji Lin. After all, the gap between the two was like a natural barrier.

Lin Zhou always felt that Cao Junyi's attitude was weird, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Forget it, it's better not to interrogate him, so that he won't waste his tongue proving that Fu Mingshen is really sincere to him.

***

The next day, Fu Mingshen only went to work in the morning. At noon, he went to school to pick up Lin Zhou and go to the airport together.

Social vehicles cannot enter Lin Zhou's school. Although Fu Mingshen wanted to get in, it was only a matter of a phone call, but Lin Zhou felt that his boyfriend's car was too ostentatious.

He didn't want his classmates to know that he found such a rich boyfriend, so as not to be speculated and discussed, and become someone's after-dinner talk.

Lin Zhou pulled the suitcase by himself and walked out of the school with his backpack on his back. The suitcase was dragged on the ground, making a noise.

Logically speaking, this kind of sound is not noisy, but for some reason, Lin Zhou became irritated when he heard it, feeling that this broken box was too noisy.

Especially when passing through a drainage well, the wheels accidentally got stuck in the gap of the well, dragging Lin Zhou back a step, just such a small thing, Lin Zhou was so angry that he wanted to kick the broken box twice.

"What's the matter, who offended you?" Fu Mingshen asked amusedly when he saw the child was angry.

"Who knows, I've hit a ghost." Lin Zhou's tone was a bit aggressive.

Fu Mingshen was just stunned for a moment, then looked at his backpack. It was not a backpack carried by ordinary people, but a rectangular one. It seemed that there were a lot of things in it. He asked, "Painting utensils?"

"Ah."

In normal times, Lin Zhou would definitely explain, saying that the scenery over there is good, and he would like to sketch there.

But I don't know what's going on with his mood today, I just don't want to talk about it.

Fortunately, Fu Mingshen was mature enough and didn't care about his petty waywardness at all. When the driver came to help him put his luggage away, he opened the rear door with his own hands and let Lin Zhou get on.

When they arrived at the airport, they had lunch first, but Lin Zhou still had no appetite and didn't want to eat.

But the hot and sour soup at the airport was quite delicious. Lin Zhou drank a bowl and Fu Mingshen also drank his share.

Fu Mingshen was worried that he was not feeling well when he said he had no appetite, but he felt relieved when he saw his appetite.

After getting on the plane, Lin Zhou said awkwardly to Fu Mingshen, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean to you just now."

He didn't know why, although he had always had a good temper, but today he felt a little anxious for no reason.

Fu Mingshen reacted for a moment before realizing that the kid was apologizing for his petty temper at the school gate.

He smiled and patted Lin Zhou's head and said, "Don't just say sorry, prove it with practical actions."

Immediately, Lin Zhou's ears felt a little hot. Under Fu Mingshen's gaze, he turned his head and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

The stewardess just came over to distribute blankets and blindfolds. Seeing this scene, she sighed why the handsome guy is so gay, and at the same time felt so sweet.

Dog food is so delicious.

"Go to sleep." Fu Mingshen said, covering Lin Zhou with a blanket.

"Oh." Lin Zhou yawned.

He is indeed sleepy, not only has a bad temper recently, but also wants to sleep all the time.

After sleeping until the plane landed, Mr. Fu's travel is different. Someone will pick them up when they get off the plane, help them carry their luggage, and a comfortable car will take them directly to the hotel they have chosen.

The inn is built directly in the countryside, and outside is a terraced rice field.

When they arrived, it was already dark, and the sound of frogs croaking from the fields could be heard, which reminded Lin Zhou of the time when he lived with his grandfather in the countryside when he was a child.

The only difference is that at that time, I lived in a dilapidated mud-walled house with a tiled roof, which would leak when it rained. This is a simple and luxurious homestay on the inside.

The deluxe single room that Fu Mingshen ordered has a large terrace outside the room, and the terrace is full of various flowers and plants. Looking from the terrace, one should be able to see the stretching rice fields.

But now it's too dark to see anything.

Lin Zhou decided to get up early tomorrow and sit on the terrace to sketch. He must be very inspired.

"How did you find this place?" Lin Zhou looked inside and out, and said pleasantly.

Fu Mingshen made a fool of himself: "You guess."

Lin Zhou pouted: "Your subordinate must have found it for you."

Fu Mingshen flicked on his head, and said: "Am I so careless? I played with Xie Kai and the others before, and I thought it was fun, so I will bring you to play again."

So this is ah.

"I'm tired from running around for so long, I'll let them bring dinner to the room, okay?"

"Okay," Lin Zhou said happily, pointing to the stone bench on the terrace, "let's eat there."

The paddy field, the sound of frogs, the fragrance of rice, this kind of pastoral life is so romantic.

"You're not afraid of eating a mosquito feast." Boss Fu broke Lin Zhou's romantic fantasy in a second.

Lin Zhou: "..."

very angry.

He angrily ran to the terrace again, where there was a hanging basket, he huddled himself in the hanging basket, turned on his phone, and suddenly remembered the incident about plagiarism on Weibo.

After he sent a video to clarify the day before yesterday, Lin Zhou felt that it was all right, and with the matter of preparing to come out to play, he stopped paying attention to the follow-up.

He logged into Weibo, but found that the matter seemed to be unfinished.

Because I don’t know which vicious and smoldering person hacked him deeply, and picked up the Weibo of his wife who was hammered for plagiarism in a circle he once turned.

That wife is very famous, with millions of fans on Weibo. When Lin Zhou was getting started, in order to find out the preferences of this circle, he had seen a lot of her works and liked her painting style very much, so he was considered half of her fans.

But after that wife was plagiarized by Hammer last year, Lin Zhou stopped following her, but he didn't delete some Weibo that he had forwarded before.

Now he was already caught in the plagiarism scandal, and once this incident came out, he was pushed to the forefront. In addition, he didn't show up for two days, people thought he was guilty, and sent a video to clarify that the Weibo had tens of thousands of posts commented.

The hot reviews are all scolding him.

Lin Zhou looked at these and didn't want to believe the facts, only willing to believe what he saw, and kept saying that he plagiarized the dog's stitching monster's remarks, the more he read it, the more angry he was, and he almost dropped his phone.

What was even more annoying was that mosquitoes came to join in the fun, and he slapped off a mosquito that was biting him with one hand, bleeding with one hand.

Well times.

"what happened?"

Fu Mingshen came out and told him to come in for dinner, seeing his displeasure, he asked.

"It's nothing." Lin Zhou didn't want to bring unhappiness to Fu Mingshen.

"Come in for dinner. There is fish with pickled cabbage. The fish is raised in the rice fields here. It tastes very good."

The pickled fish here is a specialty, and Lin Zhou likes to eat sour ones recently, so Fu Mingshen took it for granted that he should like this dish very much.

However, when he heard the fish, Lin Zhou felt nauseous again and said, "I'm not hungry, so I won't eat."

"You didn't eat the staple food at noon, and there is no chef here to cook you supper at night," Fu Mingshen said, glanced at the stone bench, and asked, "Or do you want to eat here?"

"No." Lin Zhou also saw that there are many mosquitoes here, which is not suitable for eating. He just has no appetite, and the incident on Weibo made him full. He lowered his eyes and said angrily, "I just don't want to eat. .”

Fu Mingshen only thought that he was playing a child's temper. He also said that he didn't want to eat at noon, so he ate two bowls of hot and sour soup in the end.

"Why are you so awkward recently, you want me to hug you?"

With that said, Fu Mingshen walked over and grabbed Lin Zhou's hand, trying to pull him up from the cradle.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhou shook off his hand and said impatiently: "I said I don't want to eat, you don't understand human language."

Fu Mingshen's hands froze in the air.

Lin Zhou was also stunned by his own words.

Why did he lose his temper so much, what happened to him?

The author has something to say: lock me every day, be sick, what kind of unhealthy content did I write! ! ! !