After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

When Fu Yuan attacked before, he didn't show mercy at all. Although it can't be said that he was fighting to the death, his attack was definitely not light.

I saw that Fu Juntong's back, which was originally smooth, was now covered with bloodstains. Although the skin was not broken, it was obviously swollen.

Han Qi looked up at Fu Juntong, and saw that his expression was normal, and there was nothing unusual about him.

Seeing him looking up at himself, Fu Juntong still had the heart to comfort him: "It's nothing, it's all trivial."

He stretched out one hand to pull away Han Qi's grip on his clothes, and with the other hand, he wanted to pull the clothes back to their original shape.

In vain, he was tidying up upstairs for a while, just to prevent Han Qi from finding out, but it turned out that his secret was revealed so quickly.

"Don't move!" Han Qi angrily pulled away Fu Juntong's hand that was trying to straighten his clothes at this moment.

"What's going on, you still want to hide it from me!" Han Qi didn't bother to check what was in the red envelope at the moment, so he dragged Fu Juntong into the room.

"Lie down." Walking into the room, Han Qi pointed to the bed and said expressionlessly.

He has always had a good temper. Even if he doesn't speak or smile, he is naturally gentle. It's rare to see such a completely expressionless look like now.

If Fu Juntong didn't realize that Han Qi was really angry at this moment, he would be a fool.

So now he didn't dare to continue to do other things, and he didn't dare to speak, for fear of making Han Qi even more angry, so he could only follow Han Qi's words and lay down on the bed.

There is a small medicine box in the room, and some common medicines are always on hand.Han Qi picked and picked inside, and after finding out which variety he wanted, he turned around and sat next to Fu Juntong.

Fu Juntong only felt the soft mattress around him collapse, followed by the cool feeling that the clothes on his back were lifted off.

"So they told you to go up just now, and they beat you?" He and Fu Juntong have been together all the time. Although they haven't been honest with each other yet, it is quite clear how the other party's physical condition is. The only explanation for the scars all over his body was that Jiang Meng and the others touched him when he was left downstairs.

"Yeah." Fu Juntong adjusted his position and turned his head to Han Qi's direction: "My mother found out that you were pregnant, so they did it."

Found!

Han Qi froze his hands for the ointment, and his face suddenly turned pale.

How did they find out, what did they think, did they think it was weird that a boy could be pregnant?

Fu Juntong keenly noticed that Han Qi's expression was not right, and now he didn't care about listening to Han Qi's words and continued to lie there. He got up from the bed and hugged Han Qi into his arms.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." He put his arms around Han Qi with his fingers, and stroked his head with the other hand, gently and patiently.

"Look, if my parents didn't think I'm too scumbag, I'm sorry for you, why would they beat me, it's okay, be good."

When it's time to show boyfriend power, Fu Juntong's boyfriend power is always in place.

Han Qi struggled to poke his head out of his arms: "Then, will they think I'm strange?"

Han Qi looked at Fu Juntong fixedly, with fear and panic in his eyes that he didn't realize.

"No." Fu Juntong closed his eyes. He was negligent. Han Qi usually behaved so normal that he even forgot. After all, this kind of thing is rare. Most people don't say they have experienced it, but they will encounter it in their lifetime. If you don't get involved in such a thing, no matter how calm you are, you will definitely still be afraid that such yourself will be a different kind.

"You also know that my mother is a writer. She runs around all year round and reads a lot of complicated books. She must have known about this kind of thing a long time ago, otherwise she would not have discovered it so quickly."

He looked into Han Qi's eyes, the slender eyelashes were trembling with the owner's uneasy heart.Fu Juntong simply lowered his head, gently closed his eyes under his puzzled eyes, and then kissed his eyes lightly.

There is a moist touch on the eyelids, which is unfamiliar, but because of the transmission of body temperature, I feel a little relieved.

The kiss seemed to leave as soon as a dragonfly touches water, but Han Qi still didn't open his eyes. He closed his eyes and leaned against Fu Juntong's arms, when he heard his voice above his head:

"If my mother feels strange and doesn't like you, will she still give you a gift? Besides, you want to be with me, and I like you. Isn't that enough? I don't know when you have such a good relationship , when we first met, you didn't even buy me a gift."

When Fu Juntong spoke, he was fine at the beginning, with a soothing emotion, to comfort Han Qi.

But the more I talked about it later, the more it seemed that something was wrong. I even have to say that Fu Juntong's words obviously contained a hint of jealousy.

It's quite sour.

Han Qi couldn't hold it back, leaning into his arms and laughing out loud.

Very good, he really doesn't feel scared now, he knows it when he knows it, it's not a big deal, anyway, even if he doesn't know it now, he will know it when he has a baby in the future, but it will be a matter of time.

but……

"Who told you to sit, lie on your stomach honestly." Han Qi crawled out of Fu Juntong's arms and said to Fu Juntong seriously.

"You little heartless one." Fu Juntong scolded with a smile: "I didn't know it was that little heartless one just now, she looked like she was about to cry, and I was so scared that I sat up to comfort him, well, now I'm still beating you up. "

Han Qi blushed for a while. Of course he knew that Fu Juntong was talking about himself, but how could he admit such a thing?

"Who are you talking about, I don't know."

Han Qi's neck was swollen, and he simply refused to admit it. He looked at Fu Juntong and saw that he didn't make any other movements at all. He just sat on the bed and looked at him with a smile. Han Qi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

No, it can't go on like this, so he chose to strike first.

"Why don't you get down, you need to apply medicine!" He waved the ointment on his hand: "No, take off your clothes before putting on, otherwise it will be inconvenient to wear a pair, and the ointment will be stained."

What he said was sincere. After all, Fu Juntong was wearing a shirt, which was meant for self-cultivation. It was tightly attached to the skin, and the expansion was not good. It was really not suitable for wearing medicine.

"Huh? Follow orders." Fu Juntong seemed to have thought of something, and there was a bit of malice in his tone.

Han Qi's intuition was not good when he heard his words, but he couldn't think of what was wrong for a while. Fortunately, Fu Juntong's actions quickly let him know where the bad feeling he suddenly felt came from.

I saw Fu Juntong slowly undoing the buttons from the neckline, one after another, his slender fingers resting on the white shirt, coupled with his movements that seemed to be deliberately slowed down several times——

The more you look at it, the more lustful you become, as if you are doing some silent invitation.

He was inherently good-looking, but he was too imposing on weekdays, so it was easy for people to overlook his appearance.

Looking at people with a smile now is completely different from his usual image, on the contrary, it highlights the excellence of his appearance, not to mention that his subordinates are constantly moving, and his eyes are constantly glancing at Han Qi, which adds a bit of desire for no reason/ color.

Poor Han Qi hasn't watched many Dalian movies since he was a child, and his only sex/life is muddled. Wherever he has seen this scene before, his face suddenly turns red with embarrassment.

But Fu Juntong just did it, and he still insisted on saying something to tease him: "What's wrong with Xiao Qi, why is he blushing, is it too hot?"

His mouth wouldn't stop for a moment, and Han Qi was so angry that he almost wanted to sew his mouth up with a needle.

"Okay! I'm going to take it off quickly, I'm going to take medicine, why are there so many messy things to say?" Han Qi couldn't take it anymore.

Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi's blushing cheeks at the moment, and smiled slightly, knowing that he was almost done.

Satisfied, he speeded up his movements, quickly took off his clothes, and obediently lay down where Han Qi pointed.

Han Qi always knew that if Fu Juntong exercised properly, his body should look good.Living together now, the corners and corners that are usually revealed are enough to prove this point.

But it was the first time to see it so intuitively.

The man has a broad back and tight muscles. Even lying on his stomach in such an extremely weak posture, it is difficult to conceal the oppressive feeling brought by this well-trained body.

This is a very perfect male body, Han Qi pinched the flesh on his arm, feeling very envious immediately.

No wonder, on weekdays, holding him is like holding a child, and he doesn't even breathe.

It's just a pity that now, the back that was originally flat and smooth has begun to swell at this moment, showing red marks in the form of bruises. At first glance, it is quite shocking.

There was no cotton swab at hand. After washing his hands, Han Qi carefully dipped his fingers into the ointment, and began to wipe it on Fu Juntong's back in distress.

Fresh wounds are always scorching hot, and Han Qi's fingertips are always slightly cool. The combination of the two makes the temperature perception more obvious.

"Why did you hit him so hard?" Although he knew that Jiang Meng and the others taught Fu Juntong to hand over the root cause, it was because of him, but seeing such scars all over his body, Han Qi couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

He carefully wanted to apply the ointment to every corner of the wound, fearing that he was not careful enough and would miss something, so he took a closer look.

"Does it hurt?" Feeling the tense muscles under his hands, Han Qi thought he had hit hard: "Then I'll be gentle."

"It doesn't hurt." Fu Juntong's voice was hoarse for some reason.

Not only Han Qi felt uncomfortable looking at him, but Fu Juntong himself was also feeling uncomfortable now.

The most vivid feeling on his entire back now is Han Qi's fingers moving on his back.

The slightly cool fingertips, the cold ointment, the gentle movements, the moist touch, and the familiar temperature brought by the body temperature and breath of the sweetheart when he leaned closer to the back.

Compared with these, the discomfort caused by the wound on his back is nothing worth mentioning.

Before Han Qi gave him medicine, he was still thinking that he must enjoy Han Qi's rare care for him.

As a result, there is nothing wrong with taking care of it, but it is really impossible to enjoy it.

He is a normal man, and a man who has never eaten meat since he started eating meat. He looks at the meat dangling in front of his eyes all day long, thinking that it is fine if the meat is raw and cannot be eaten. Now that the meat is cooked, he puts it in his mouth. I can't eat it yet, which is really a bit of a test.

"It's almost done." Fu Juntong couldn't take it anymore, but the strange state made him dare not turn over. He was afraid that Han Qi would see something, so he could only clamp Han Qi with his backhand and continue to move. that hand.

"Not yet, the underside hasn't been painted yet." Han Qi felt a little baffled when Fu Juntong grabbed his hand suddenly.

Didn't you just let him paint on your face just now? Why did you suddenly regret it?

As soon as he turned his gaze, he shifted from his back to his face.Originally, he just wanted to see Fu Juntong's expression, to see if it was because of pain.

But he never thought that Fu Juntong, who was not unusual just now, had an unnatural flush on his cheeks, and Han Qi was so frightened that he quickly touched his forehead with his hand:

"Why is it so red, don't you have a fever?"

The author has something to say:

I'm here, after finishing the sixth grade, I'll come back and update (choked up)

By the way, if tomorrow's plot can't be stopped, it's very likely to be audited and caught (bald head)

I'm just a new writer who can't grasp the scale (sigh)