After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Mr. Fu stretched out his hand, wanting to hug his frightened wife off the table, but Song Jin'an was very resistant and hid back.

"Don't, don't, don't! Your hand touched a four-legged snake! I'm afraid!" Song Jin'an had a downcast face, very conflicted.

Now he has lingering fears and wants to be hugged by his husband; but he is a little uncomfortable because just now Fu Chengwang caught the lizard with his bare hands.

Fu Chengwang stopped his movements amusedly, and said, "Okay, I'll wash my hands first, don't get off the top by yourself, and be careful not to fall." After finishing speaking, he hurried into the lounge to wash his hands.

Don't forget to wash it twice with hand sanitizer and disinfectant.

When he went out, Song Jin'an was still obediently sitting on the table waiting for him. With a smile in his eyes, Fu Chengwang quickly walked over and carried Song Jin'an, who was still limp, off the table, and put him on his lap.

Helping him pinch his arm, Fu Chengwang asked, "Why are you so afraid? Have you ever had a shadow before?"

Just now Song Jin'an looked unusually frightened, his face was frighteningly pale, and his breathing was very rapid, his fingers were pinched into his flesh without even noticing.

The pupils also kept expanding and shrinking while breathing, as if they had bad memories about lizards.

Song Jinan lay weak and powerless in Fu Chengwang's arms, feeling that he was so delicate, today was a very unmanly day!

He took a slow breath and said, "I have seen the Ministry of Criminal Justice use torture before. When they interrogated prisoners, they went to find some four-legged snakes."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and his face became ugly again. He tightly grasped Fu Chengwang's hand, apparently recalling those scenes.

"If torture is useless to extract confessions, four-legged snakes will be drilled into their nostrils or mouths, and sometimes the tails of four-legged snakes will be cut off and stuffed into the prisoners' nostrils. That scene...is very scary, alive Four-legged snakes can get in through the nasal passages... I heard that they can get into people's brains..." The more he talked, the more frightened he became, and his body trembled slightly.

Fu Chengwang quickly put his arms around the man and patted him gently, not letting him continue talking.

"Don't think about it, don't think about it, it's fine now, don't be afraid, there won't be such a thing in the future. What you said just now should be a gecko, what I just caught was a lizard, it's different, don't be afraid, my husband is here , won’t let those things get close to you.”

Song Jin'an closed his eyes and nodded heavily.He also didn't want to recall what happened during those days.

He and his valet were imprisoned in the prison of the Ministry of Justice with excuses. They wanted him to tell about the conspiracy between his father and the prince, but he rarely even saw his father's face on weekdays. How could he know what they were plotting? ?

But the jailer didn't believe it, so he called the prisoner and deliberately covered up the torture for him.

In the end, General Xuanyuan got the news and rushed to rescue him from prison, but he was still so scared that he had nightmares for several months.

It's all right now, and I don't live every day in fear anymore.

Song Jin'an closed his eyes, his eyelashes were still trembling slightly, he leaned against Fu Chengwang tightly and grabbed his arm in order to find some sense of security.

From now on, with Fu Chengwang around, Fu Chengwang will protect him.

Fu Cheng saw that he gradually calmed down, and there was a lingering distress in his brows and eyes. He knew that Song Jin'an must have experienced bad things when he was in Dayi Kingdom before, and that's why he saw the lizard so scared.

After coaxing Song Jin'an to sleep, Fu Chengwang quickly wrote an email and sent it to the mailboxes of all department managers.

Let them set aside half a day to organize employees to clean up, and no corners should be missed, not even a gecko, spider or other animals in the company.

He sat on the head of the bed, feeling pain in his heart. Song Jin'an was still a child at this age, but he lived in such an era of cannibalism and encountered many bad things.

At that time, they were separated by thousands of years, when Fu Chengwang thought of this, his face was gloomy.

From now on, he will definitely protect Song Jin'an and prevent him from being hurt in the slightest!

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Before leaving get off work at night, Song Jin'an received the letter.

The office building above was quite close to Fu Chengwang's company, and it was an expedited express, no wonder it took half a day to receive it.

After Fu Chengwang asked the lawyer to read it repeatedly, he asked Song Jin'an to sign his name.

The next morning, Song Jin'an went to the office building under the leadership of Grandpa Du.It doesn't mean to go there to paint, just to see the scene, and then listen to their specific requirements.

Fu Chengwang was afraid that Song Jin'an would suffer, so he asked Xiao Jin to follow him.

Next to him was an old Mr. Du who was devoted to Song Jin'an, so Fu Chengwang felt relieved.

Sometimes I really hope that Song Jin'an is just a little waste, except for eating, drinking and having fun, I just stick to him.

In this way, he can be kept by his side, always with him, and he can be seen at all times, so that he can feel at ease.

Fu Chengwang knew that his mentality was not normal, but he couldn't control his possessiveness.

Many times he struggles extremely. He wants to have Song Jinan all the time, but he also hopes that he can be free and happy.

After experiencing what happened yesterday, Fu Chengwang thought a lot and reflected on what he had done.

Song Jin'an experienced many bad memories in ancient times, and finally came to the modern age, did he come to endure hardship?

Of course not, so he will control the possessive desire that he shouldn't breed, and let Song Jin'an fly, and do what he likes happily like the wind.

He just needs to play the role of a good knight to protect him, reach out his hand at the bottom all the time, waiting to hug Song Jin'an.

Under the introduction of Mr. Du, Song Jin'an had a general understanding of the style they needed in the past, including what type of painting they wanted this year.

"So that competition was to choose the right painter?" Song Jin'an sat in the back row and chatted with Grandpa Du in a low voice on the way back.

"Yes." Grandpa Du stroked his beard, and the old god said: "I know that you must be the one who won No.1, so I don't worry at all."

Song Jin'an smiled gratefully, without saying anything, he said: "Go to tea and call the old guys."

Now Song Jin'an has a lot of year-end friends, and people often come here to be friends with him.

They all developed from old folks like Grandpa Fu and Grandpa Du.

If you want to say who is the hottest upstart in the elite circle, it must be Song Jin'an.

It's just that he still has the right to speak in the elite circle of the older generation, and most people in the younger generation don't know who Song Jin'an is.

All he knew was that he was Song Jin'an's fiancé, and now the two were in love.

However, Song Jin'an didn't know any of them well.

This was also Fu Chengwang's intention, and he didn't want Song Jin'an to have too much contact with those people, so as not to spoil him.

So Mr. Fu, who was working in the company and waiting for Song Jin'an, only received a call from his wife.

"Are you going to drink tea? Are you not coming to the company? I bought you delicious food." Fu Chengwang put down the pencil in his hand, and subconsciously frowned.

Song Jin'an had already arrived at the door of the house. A group of old grandpas heard that Song Jin'an was going to make tea today, so they dropped the fishing rods in their hands and ran over.

"I drink at home, don't go out, and grandpa and the others."

Fu Chengwang leaned on the back of the chair in despair, feeling exhausted all of a sudden, and didn't want to work anymore.

Song Jin'an opened the door of the house, with a sweet smile in his voice: "Husband, work hard, I will pick you up later."

Fu Chengwang raised his head and revived with full blood: "Really?"

"Really, let's go out to dinner, my treat!"

"Okay! Then I'll get off work right away!"

Song Jin'an's movements froze, and he laughed speechlessly: "Stop making trouble, I'll be here when it's time to get off work, be good."

"Okay." Boss Fu was listless, looking at the hung up phone, heaved a long sigh, and continued to work resignedly.

Alas, the weather is so cold, I really want to hold my fragrant, soft, sweet and cute wife and kiss her.