After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

Han Qi choked up.

It's been a long time since I heard Fu Juntong speak like this. I haven't seen him for a long time, but I still feel that I miss him.

No, no, there must be something wrong with him.

"Ah, no." Han Qi didn't know what to say, so he could only say haha.

Fu Juntong didn't answer, he was still immersed in his own world.

He felt that Han Qi just didn't intend to stay in his house for a long time, otherwise, why would there be only so few things, it didn't look like a move, but a short-term trip.

Fu Juntong pulled away the suitcase Han Qi was holding and pushed it aside.

The wheels of the suitcase collided with the floor, making a bone-rumbling sound.The floor was very slippery and the friction was low. The suitcase moved forward uncontrollably, hit the table, and knocked over the water glass placed on the edge of the table.

There was only a crisp sound, and the water glass and the water inside shattered on the ground, splashing transparent flowers all around.

But now Han Qi has no time to care about what happened to them.

He had already staggered to follow Fu Juntong's footsteps, and he was forcefully pressed against the wall.

It's still the same recipe, the familiar taste, and the gesture that happened in memory.

It was like a dream back to the hospital that day.

But the situation at this moment is different from that day.

If he could almost understand what Fu Juntong was talking about that day, then he is really confused by Monk Zhanger now.

What the hell, what went wrong?Isn't this all good.

Han Qi's shoulders were firmly held by Fu Juntong. Due to the difference in frame size between the two, the difference in height was obviously not that big, so Fu Juntong's palms could completely wrap around his shoulders.

This also gave Han Qi a great sense of oppression.

The distance between the two of them was too close, which made him instinctively feel that his territory had been violated, and Han Qi frowned subconsciously.

Seeing Han Qi frowning, Fu Juntong felt a little flustered for no reason. Although he didn't let go of Han Qi's hand, the strength in his hand was obviously lighter.

Looking at Han Qi's face close at hand, Fu Juntong was suddenly at a loss for words, not knowing what to say.

But how can this work? How can he be considered a bully if he is so flustered that he doesn't know what to say.

Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi. At this moment, the literature that Du Ke had packaged for him once again glowed in his mind.

However, compared to the previous failure of pretending to be cute, this time it is obviously more successful, and it is more in line with his own personality.

"You are mine and must stay with me."

The voice was low and hoarse, as if the master had suppressed it but failed, and forced it out of his throat, it was low and dangerous.

Fu Juntong looked directly at Han Qi, and his pupils were darker than ordinary people's, making his whole demeanor suddenly dangerous.

It's really a bit like those insidious and paranoid male protagonists in novels.

This appearance is obviously a little strange, and the appearance of the Sand Sculpture Overlord that Han Qi has gradually become accustomed to can be said to be the same as the sky and the earth.

This image was so unfamiliar that Han Qi was immediately taken aback.

"Don't be afraid." Fu Juntong freed up a hand and gently stroked Han Qi's cheek.

The touch under his palm was warm and delicate, even better than he had imagined.

Fu Juntong's strength became lighter and lighter, and his movements changed from palms to softer fingertips, as if he was treating a rare treasure.

Fu Juntong's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a slight confusion in the vagueness, and combined with his movements, Han Qi felt a little flustered abruptly.

What's going on here, aren't you following the literary style of the ancient Ba Zong? Why did you suddenly get sick and pick up the wrong script?

"It's getting late, lunch should be ready, let's go back quickly." Han Qi was completely covered by Fu Juntong's body, and his hairs were standing on end in shock, he hurriedly tried to find a reason Break out of today's dangerous situation.

"No hurry." After hearing what Han Qi said, Fu Juntong's mood improved a lot, and the expression on his face returned to Han Qi's familiar expressionless face.

This made Han Qi slightly relieved.

However, although Fu Juntong said that he was in a much better mood, he obviously didn't want to expose this topic so easily, "Man, you don't want to leave me."

Fu Juntong said to Han Qi word by word.

At the moment when Fu Juntong spoke, Han Qi was still a little nervous, which can be regarded as completely relaxed.

Damn, as soon as President Ba's quotations came out, I felt that the flowing air was much happier.

He can barely resist Gou Xueba Zongfeng, affectionate and paranoid flow is really killing him, and it's frightening to death when he comes so suddenly.

"There's no such thing. I'm planning to leave with you." After finishing speaking, Han Qi wanted to break free from Fu Juntong's shackles: "I'm going to clean up the broken cup, wrap it in tape before throwing it away, save people from being hurt.”

Fu Juntong saw that Han Qi's serious expression did not seem to be fake, so he let go.

Han Qi easily escaped from Fu Juntong's embrace.

He finally discovered that although Fu Juntong seemed to have a sudden change in style, which was scary, in fact, he changed the soup but not the medicine.

At this time, Fu Juntong began to regret it.

Did he just act too much?

He wasn't stupid either, he could clearly see that although Han Qi was back to normal now, he was obviously a little scared at a certain moment just now.

Seeing that Han Qi took the tape and wanted to bend down to pick up the pieces, Fu Juntong hurried over and took the tape from Han Qi's hand: "I'll do it, be careful not to scratch yourself."

Han Qi wasn't too embarrassed either, since he found out after eating in the morning that Fu Juntong obviously regarded him as someone who couldn't take care of himself and would get hurt if touched.

After all, he is a boy, so he is very uncomfortable with such meticulous care. It was fine when he was in Fu Juntong's house, but now he is in his own house, and he is the master. There is no reason to let the guests do things.

But before he could speak, Fu Juntong said first:

"After all, I pushed the suitcase over and overturned it. I should clean it up."

Having said all this, Han Qi couldn't find a more appropriate reason to refuse, so he could only take a garbage bag and follow Fu Juntong, asking him to pack a little bit and throw it away, so as to minimize the possibility of hurting his hands .

After checking again to make sure there was no glass shards left, Han Qi put away the garbage bag, pulled the suitcase and prepared to leave.

He took two steps and suddenly realized that Fu Juntong hadn't followed.

Han Qi looked back.He found that Fu Juntong was still standing where he was, with his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about some very difficult matter.

"What's wrong?" Han Qi walked back to Fu Juntong, looked up at him, and asked.

Fu Juntong's voice was a little soft, as if he hadn't reacted, and was a little erratic: "It's nothing, I was just thinking, it turns out that acting too good is also a sin."

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