What bad thoughts does the little milk dog have?

Little milk dog 43

A restaurant with a minimalist style but nowhere revealing luxury, this dining table that can accommodate ten people is only equipped with three tableware and the most common home-cooked dishes.

"I seldom cook, but I can cook a little bit. When I was young, Xing Ran only ate my cooking. His mother didn't like to eat it." Mr. Fu motioned Su Lixu to give it a try, and then said with a smile: "No If you know if it suits your taste, give it a try."

"Who likes to eat the food you cook." Fu Xingran sneered, but his eyes kept staring at the sweet and sour pork ribs, as if thinking of something, he pursed his lips tightly, his eyes turned red, and silently lowered his head while holding the chopsticks .

Su Lixu glanced at Fu Xingran, and noticed that he had been staring at the sweet and sour pork ribs, and he could hear that this guy was being duplicity, so he put a piece of ribs into Fu Xingran's bowl: "It looks very delicious. tasty."

"Doctor Su, thank you for being willing to accompany Xing Ran." Mr. Fu took a panoramic view of his son's expression, and knew that the estrangement between them would not be eliminated so quickly, he looked at Su Lixu and smiled: "But now Shouldn't I call you Dr. Su?"

Su Lixu had never met Mr. Fu who was so easy-going and friendly, and he knew that this was only after he changed his identity. He was still a little uncomfortable for a while, so he lowered his head and smiled: "Mr. Fu just call me Li Xu. "

"Still making Mr. Fu so obscene?" Mr. Fu took the red wine from the side and poured it into Su Lixu's glass.

Seeing the elder pouring wine for him, Su Lixu quickly raised his glass: "Thank you uncle."

Fu Xingran watched his father pour wine for Su Lixu, raised his hand to hold Su Lixu's arm, subconsciously frowned: "Dad, he doesn't know how to drink."

Mr. Fu was stunned when he heard his son say this: "Ah, Li Xu, you don't know how to drink, so if you don't drink, you don't drink." He was about to take back the wine glass in Su Lixu's hand.

"It's okay, I can drink a little." Su Lixu glanced at Fu Xingran, as if saying that it would be impolite to lightly blame him.

Fu Xingran withdrew his hand silently, lowered his head to eat: "... drink."

Only then did Su Lixu look away.

Looking at the interaction between the two, Mr. Fu had a panoramic view of his son's status. He didn't think anything of it. Instead, he felt that it was good for someone to help him take care of this stinky kid: "Why did Li Xu want to work in a university after returning to China? No choice to continue to the hospital?"

Then I thought of what I did back then and felt a little annoyed: "Is it because I—"

"Let's let what happened back then, uncle don't have to worry about it." Su Lixu said with a smile: "I have been working in the front line all the time when I was studying abroad. The psychological team has been constantly combining psychological clinical experience to gradually improve the borderline personality research in our country so far, but the main battlefield is changed, and the nature is still the same, all to help more disabled personalities.”

"That Xing Ran..." Mr. Fu hesitated to speak when he heard this.

Fu Xingran's hand holding the chopsticks tightened suddenly.

"When he is willing to go home again and call your father again, it means that he has begun to reconcile with his past self." Under the table, Su Lixu held Fu Xingran's tightly clenched hand and clasped his fingers tightly :

"His mood is getting better and better with me. I think he has learned how to control his emotions, just like we can sit at the same table and eat together now, so don't worry, I will be with him .”

Mr. Fu looked at his son with expectation in his eyes: "Xing Ran, can you forgive Dad?"

Even if he had already brought those criminals who tore up tickets to justice, and some of them were even sentenced to death, but so what, his beloved wife left him forever, and he didn't even dare to imagine his wife's death. How hopeless.

He also neglected the child because of the grief of losing his beloved wife. After he woke up, he wanted to make up for it, but he caused a grudge between himself and the child.

But now he can only wait and ask again and again, waiting for the child to forgive him, and asking if the child would like to go home.

He is already in his fifties, as long as he can get the forgiveness of his children before leaving, he will not feel regretful.

Feeling Su Lixu's encouragement, Fu Xingran looked up at his father from the rice bowl: "Sweet and sour pork ribs are too salty, next time I come back, don't make them so salty."

Mr. Fu's eyes turned red in an instant, as if he had waited for a day for a long time, and finally waited for his son's words, wept with joy and nodded quickly: "Okay, Dad will definitely not make such salty food next time." Ribs removed.

Seeing the situation, Fu Xingran held down the plate.

Mr. Fu: "?"

Fu Xingran was uncomfortable seeing his father's expression, he left the plate of sweet and sour pork ribs with a little force, put a few more pieces in a bowl, mixed the sauce with rice, and started eating with his head down.

It's like saying, salty is a bit salty, but just eat more rice.

Tonight's dinner, Mr. Fu was very happy. He drank several glasses of red wine, and Su Lixu also drank two or three glasses.

Knowing that he is a driver, Fu Xingran naturally wouldn't touch alcohol. He saw Su Lixu's fair complexion gradually turn crimson, and he listened to talk more and more, so he knew that this man was a little drunk.

Same as last time.

At the end of the drink, Mr. Fu also felt a little drunk, so he said he would not drink, and said that he was going to sleep. The aunt at home hurried over to help him: "Oh, I didn't drink much."

"I'm old, I can't drink anymore." Mr. Fu waved his hand to signal that he doesn't need to be supported, and then looked at the two of them: "Do you want to stay or go back?"

"Go back." Fu Xingran's eyes fell on his father's hair, as if he saw white hair.

Mr. Fu nodded disappointedly: "Okay."

Su Lixu grabbed Fu Xingran's clothes and wanted to say whether he would stay or not, but before he could say anything, Fu Xingran pushed him back to his seat, and he heard him say 'sit well and wait for me to get down', and then saw Fu Xingran walked to Mr. Fu's side.

"When you're that old, drink less alcohol, just drink a bottle." Fu Xingran supported his father and complained by the way: "I also brought my boyfriend together, he doesn't know how to drink, Get drunk as soon as you drink. Don’t do these things in the future, eat as soon as you eat, drink two glasses of juice and forget it, don’t let me see the wine when you come back tomorrow.”

Mr. Fu smiled when he heard 'come back tomorrow': "Okay, okay."

Su Lixu sat on the back of the chair, staring at the father and son going upstairs, feeling a little dazed, and feeling a little more courageous after drinking.

He bowed his head and laughed.

A few drinks to make his boy happy were nothing, better drunk.

garage--

"You are not allowed to drink outside in the future, do you hear me?" Fu Xingran put Su Lixu in his arms and put him on the passenger seat, and fastened his seat belt. Just as he was about to stand up, Su Lixu grabbed his collar and bit him lips.

The mellow red wine flowed through his breath, and Su Lixu's slightly drunk breath seemed to infect him.

"Baby, I've been drinking." Su Lixu put his arms around Fu Xingran's neck and smiled softly: "A little bit, I'm drunk."

The end of the smile rises, Fu Xingran's heart trembles.

"I know you're drunk." Fu Xingran looked sideways at Su Lixu, facing the rippling smile in his light amber eyes, his Adam's apple tightened.

He could feel that Su Lixu was very happy.

It is because he is happy and happy.

"Then I will be very bold." Su Lixu rubbed Fu Xingran's earlobe, and smiled lightly: "Listen to me, do you understand?"

The slightly drunken voice was hoarse, but the tone of order with a smile provoked anger.

"clear."

The car quickly merged into the night and drove towards the studio.

Everyone couldn't wait, sweating profusely in the studio full of affection.

The door of the studio was pushed open, and the moment the main gate was opened and the lights were brightly illuminating the huge space, Su Lixu was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Wherever he looked, there were almost all his portraits, whether they were hung on the wall or placed on easels. In this estimated space of more than 200 square meters, there are about 100 paintings of him. Every expression, every posture, every outfit, every outfit, without repetition.

The kind of passionate love hidden deep in the shop was so hot that his heart seemed to be on fire, and under the effect of being slightly drunk, he had an urge to fight the fire.

"Baby, do you still remember that painting of you sitting on a chair in a white coat?" Fu Xingran hugged Su Lixu from behind, and pointed to the black chair not far away: "I painted that A chair, and the fantasy is that you are sitting on this chair."

"Do you want to see it for real?" Su Lixu looked sideways at Fu Xingran.

Fu Xingran felt his heart was about to jump out: "Is it okay?"

"Do you want it?" Su Lixu asked.

"think."

Su Lixu smiled: "Then I will satisfy you."

In front of the canvas, Su Lixu was sitting on a black chair, wearing a thin white shirt. He was holding the back of the chair with one hand and propping his head with the other.

With a cool and ascetic demeanor, the tails of the eyes were slightly drunk, as if they were smudged with a faint blush, the eyelids were slightly lowered, and the eyes were lazy and indifferent, as if they were staring at each other, and also seemed to be teasing.

And only the person who is painting is in his eyes.

When he was painting, Fu Xingran had a focus and charm that he couldn't usually see. At this time, he was stared at and looked at, and it was a feeling of being burned by the fire in his eyes.

Fu Xingran's eyes skipped over Su Lixu's waistline, and his hand holding the pen became faster and faster, and the gushing inspiration poured from the tip of the pen onto the paper. This is completely different from dreaming about Su Lixu. Now Su Lixu is sitting Draw him in front of him.

His muse of inspiration is right in front of him, can't you be excited?

"Are you ready?" Su Lixu yawned out of boredom, and played with the paintbrush on the side. Seeing that Fu Xingran was still concentrating on painting, the ideas in his head became more and more bold. Just relying on himself to drink some wine: "Baby, come here."

Just in time to see Fu Xingran raised his head, and the hand holding the paintbrush ticked towards him.

Fu Xingran just finished drawing the outline, and he can paint the rest when he has time, and then he raised his eyes and saw Su Lixu's movement, how could he bear it, he put down the brush and walked to Su Lixu.

Just stopped in front of the chair, suddenly felt the edge of the shoe was touched.

Fu Xingran lowered his eyes and saw that it was Su Lixu's feet touching him, as well as the white ankle that was faintly visible under his trousers when he lifted his feet. When he met Su Lixu's smiling gaze, his eyes suddenly became deep.

Su Lixu pursed his lips and smiled, he took a paintbrush and stroked the back of Fu Xingran's hand, his amber eyes were full of smiles, almost full of tenderness with indescribable temptation, seducing people to sink.

"Baby, I just learned 36 ways to call my husband, do you want to hear it?"

Fu Xingran thought to himself that he could bear it. He is not a man: "Yes, I miss it too much."

Su Lixu hooked his hand towards Fu Xingran again, signaling him to bow his head.

Fu Xingran obediently bent down and leaned closer.

"Please." Su Lixu smiled softly.

The gentle provocation next to his ear undoubtedly made Fu Xingran completely jealous. He tightened his hand holding the chair slightly, and stared deeply at Su Lixu: "My good brother, please."

Su Lixu thought to himself, if this guy dared to play him like this on his birthday that day, then he would let Fu Xingran have a taste of it.Reaching out and pulling Fu Xingran's collar, shortening the distance to just one finger, raised his eyes to stare at him, and said with a cold smile:

"Brother, please be kind."

The night is getting darker, the moon is blocked by dark clouds, only the gushing stars witness the surging love.