The actor who attacked him is actually very charming and acting

What happened back then was a bit big, and everyone present except Tan Qing knew what happened, and naturally they also knew the conflict between Fu Wu and Fu Chong.

Fu Wu was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Why do you suddenly want to go back?" Jing Yushu pretended to ask casually.

Fu Wu didn't lie to them, and said directly: "Ms. Duan's death day is coming soon, I have to go back and have a look."

"..."

The atmosphere cooled instantly, and several people present lowered their heads in a low voice, and the air seemed a little quiet for a while.

"Time flies so fast," Duan Rong leaned back on the sofa with emotion, and began to ease the atmosphere, "Ten years have passed before you know it."

Jing Yuze also said: "Who says it's not."

Jing Yushu took a look at Fu Wu's expression, and seeing that he didn't react too much, he suggested, "Jiaojiao, why don't I call the doctor to my house and check you up now?"

"Need not."

"want!"

Fu Wu's and Tan Qing's voices sounded at the same time, but their responses were different.

Jing Yushu smiled: "Do you want it or not?"

Duan Rong and Jing Yuze also ate the snacks on the table and stared at them with relish.

"Yes," Tan Qing replied to Jing Yushu first, and then said to Fu Wu, "I'd better check again, Jiaojiao, I'm not at ease."

"..."

Tan Qing stared at him beggingly with wet eyes, although she knew in her heart that he was pretending, but she still couldn't say a word of rejection.

In the end, Fu Wu spit out a word: "Okay."

Tan Qing's expression disappeared instantly, and he showed him a joyful smile.

The doctor came very quickly, almost as soon as the phone was hung up on the front foot, the person on the back foot had already arrived at the door, as if he was always on standby at the door.

Under everyone's heavy gaze, the doctor tremblingly checked Fu Wucong from top to bottom.

Finally he came to a conclusion: "The wound on the forehead is fine, it won't leave scars, but the one on the arm needs to be taken care of. Recently, don't eat too irritating food, and try not to smoke or drink. As long as it is well maintained The plaster is removed quickly."

Seeing that there was really no major problem, everyone was breathless, and Tan Qing was the most disturbed.

While Jing Yushu was sending the doctor away, Fu Wunao moved his buttocks closer to him, then leaned slightly to his ear, and said, "Am I so nervous?"

Tan Qing glanced at him, and said straightforwardly: "I'm not nervous, who are you nervous about?"

After hearing this, Fu Wu smiled silently: "You can be nervous whoever you want to be nervous."

"Who else do you want me to be nervous about?" Tan Qing touched his waist and pinched him lightly as if to vent his anger.

Fu Wu's face remained the same, and he did not move, and the smile in his voice became stronger: "You are soft and hard for a while, who can stand this, Xiaogou Tan, my heart will burst by you gone."

"..."

Tan Qing's collar was covered with a layer of red from bottom to top. He opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a teasing voice from the sofa on the other side.

Duan Rong's tone was strange, and there was an obvious sense of ridicule on his face: "Oh, where are there so many pink bubbles? I don't know which couple released them? I'm really not ashamed Ah, let's start talking about each other in public."

"..."

Fu Wu's chuckle accompanied by Tan Qing's shy roar resounded in the room.

"Duan Rong, you bastard, see if I don't tear your mouth apart!"

"Slightly slightly slightly, come here."

Fu Wu said that he didn't procrastinate when he went back recently. He took Tan Qing back after resting at home for two or three days.

I haven’t been back to the old house for nearly a year. Some changes have taken place here, the walls have been refurbished, and several old houses have been demolished and built into villas.

After arriving at the place, Tan Qing helped Fu Wu get out of the car, and then slowly let go of his hand.

With a low voice, he murmured, "I'd better not go in."

Fu Wu frowned and asked, "Why didn't you go in?"

Tan Qing lowered her head: "It's not suitable."

Fu Wu rubbed his hair: "What's inappropriate, it's not like you haven't seen Ms. Duan before."

Tan Qing hesitated: "But uncle..."

Fu Wu moved for a moment, then stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, and walked forward, half dragging and half hugging: "Don't worry about him, Old Antique."

As soon as he walked in, Fu Wu saw Fu Chong sitting in front of the chessboard in the center of the living room.

Fu Chong is also fifty years old this year. He is not bad-looking, but he looks a bit fierce. Except that Fu Wu's downcast face and eyes are somewhat similar to his when he is angry, the two have almost no other similarities.

He often has a straight face, and those who don't know think who owes him money.

Seeing Fu Wu coming back, Fu Chong took the chess piece's finger and paused, squinting at them as if to casually glance at them, and then quickly retracted it.

Fu Wu noticed but pretended not to notice, he walked in holding Tan Qing's hand, then changed his shoes, poured a glass of water and took a sip, as if he didn't notice Fu Chong at all.

Fu Wu could pretend that he didn't see it, but Tan Qing couldn't. He bowed respectfully to Fu Chong, and then called, "Uncle."

Fu Chong hummed lightly as a response, and then looked at Fu Wu expectantly, as if waiting for him to speak up.

Fu Wu didn't even look at him, pulled Tan Qing over, leaned close to him, and said in a sweet voice: "Come on baby, I must be thirsty after standing for so long, take a sip."

As he spoke, he held the tea cup against Tan Qing's lips.

Tan Qing raised his eyes to look at him suddenly, his eyes kept moving around, as if he was asking Fu Wu what he wanted to do.

Seeing that Fu Wu was indifferent, Tan Qing grabbed the corner of his clothes again, opened his lips and wanted to say something but was interrupted by Fu Wu raising his hand.

The water has already touched the lips, bringing a cool touch, even if Tan Qing doesn't want to drink it, he can only be forced to drink it.

Fu Wu didn't feed him too much. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Fu Chong's face turned black, so he stopped and put down the teacup.

Then he stretched out his thumb and wiped the corner of his mouth: "What a sweet baby."

"cough!"

It wasn't until Fu Chong coughed loudly that Fu Wu pretended to have just seen him, and said in surprise, "Dad, you're here too."

Fu Chong's face turned black to the extreme, and he said fiercely: "What do you look like, come here quickly."

Fu Wu stood still: "It's not like I couldn't hear what I did in the past."

Fu Chong: "..."

"Don't be like this," Tan Qing rubbed his waist, and then said to Fu Chong, "You talk to uncle, I'll go to Jiaojiao's room first."

Seeing Tan Qing's back disappearing at the top of the stairs, Fu Wu reluctantly walked to the empty seat opposite him and sat down.

Noticing the fixing belt around Fu Wu's neck and a circle of white plaster on his arm, Fu Chong took a closer look and asked knowingly, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Fu Wu picked up a chess piece and played with it in his hand: "It's broken."

Fu Chong lowered his head and took a sip of tea: "Do you need to call a doctor?"

Fu Wu: "I've looked for the Yushu, and said it's good to raise it."

"..."

The two of them sat silently for a while, and Fu Wu suddenly threw the chess piece in his hand into the flag box, got up and said, "I have nothing to do, I'll go upstairs first."

"Are you still with him?" Fu Chong asked suddenly.

"..."

Fu Wu turned to look at him: "Is there a problem?"

Fu Chong was silent for a moment, and then tried to persuade: "You two are not suitable, back then you—"

Fu Wu's voice suddenly amplified and interrupted him: "If you didn't lock me at home, how could I not see him!"

Fu Chong's eyes sank instantly, with some unspeakable turbidity, he sighed helplessly: "At that time, it was because—"

"Ms. Duan's death day is coming soon," Fu Wu didn't give him a chance to explain, "I don't want to quarrel with you."

In the next second, he left a sentence "I'm going upstairs", and without looking at him again, he went straight to the stairs.

Fu Chong looked at his indifferent back, and sighed alone again. His whole body was surrounded by a depressive atmosphere, and if you looked carefully, you could still see a trace of undetectable sadness.

Fu Wu adjusted his emotions at the door of the bedroom before pushing the door open.As soon as he opened the door, he saw Tan Qing sitting on the edge of the bed with his head buried, looking restless.

Hearing the movement, Tan Qing suddenly raised his head, then stood up and took a step forward: "How is it? Did uncle say anything?"

Fu Wu chuckled, pulled him to the side of the bed, and then put all the strength of his body on Tan Qing.

The two fell on the bed slowly, sinking into the soft quilt.

Fu Wu buried his head on the side of his neck, and rubbed it lightly: "He praised you for being cute."

Tan Qing: "..."

Tan Qing patted him on the back, and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm serious with you."

"It's serious." Fu Wu moved his body and said, "Hold tight, it's cold."

Tan Qing was angry and funny, but there was nothing he could do about it. He stretched out his right hand, fumbled to grab a corner of the quilt, and then landed on the two of them with a strong lift.

"Is it still cold?" Tan Qing said.

Fu Wu kissed his cheek, still a little dissatisfied: "Hug."

Tan Qing stretched his hand under the quilt and wrapped it around his waist, and said as he moved, "What a trickster."

Fu Wu: "?"

Fu Wu raised his head suddenly: "What did you say?"

His eyes were dark, and he watched Tan Qing closely, not letting go of his slightest movement.

Seeing Tan Qing pretending to be ignorant, Fu Wu smiled, and leaned into his ear: "You are so courageous, is your butt better?"

After speaking, he opened his lips again and took Tan Qinghong's bleeding earlobe into his mouth, and sucked it heavily.

"Well--"

Tan Qing let out a suppressed gasp, then grabbed the hair on the back of Fu Wu's head, and began to beg for mercy intermittently: "Wrong, I, wrong Jiaojiao, no, uncle, still downstairs..."

Fu Wu knew that he was thin-skinned, so he took a light bite before raising his head again, looked at him and said, "Did you know it was wrong?"

Tan Qing's neck was covered with a thin layer of red, and his ears were wet from the kiss. He looked away and whispered, "Got it."

Fu Wu pecked his lips: "It's fine if you know, don't make trouble, just sleep for a while."

After speaking, he opened his mouth and yawned lazily.

I don't know if it was influenced by him, but Tan Qing also felt a little heavy in his eyes, and finally closed his eyes slowly and fell into a deep sleep.

The breeze blew gently, bringing a bit of winter chill, the surrounding atmosphere was very quiet, and there was also a hint of imperceptible danger in the air.

Suddenly, there was a rush of wind from nowhere, and a loud noise accompanied by exclamations.

"Be careful--"

The author has something to say: The rain finally stopped today, and it feels like it has been more than half a month.

Daily dears~

感谢在2021-09-0120:58:29~2021-09-0219:30:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Awu 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!