After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Ever since Fu Jingyi pestered Song Jinan to sleep that night, he had tasted it. Every weekend, he would pester Fu Ci to bring him to find Song Jinan, and he must hug Song Jinan to sleep.

Fu Chengwang: I really want to put this poor child back into his mother's womb!

Taking advantage of Song Jin'an's absence, Fu Chengwang confronted Fu Jing with a dark face: "Are there any good-looking boys in Paradise? You can find a girlfriend and boyfriend, but can you stop pestering other people's wives every day. "

Fu Jingyi hugged his feet and rolled his eyes: "It's none of your business if I hug someone else's wife!"

Fu Chengwang: "You..."

He was so angry that he was speechless by a child, and the swear words were on his lips, but he held back.

This is a little kid who can't wipe his own butt well, and he is a mature adult, so he can't be as knowledgeable as him.

Fu Chengwang put on his slippers and went to find his wife for comfort.

He leaned on the table and said to Song Jin'an seriously: "Baby, we must never have children in the future!"

Song Jin'an raised his head and looked at him like an idiot: "Where are we going to have a child? Will you give birth or will I give birth?"

Fu Chengwang: "Oh, it's not...why is this bastard here again!"

Song Jin'an looked at him amusedly: "Why are you angry with a child, not to mention that he is your own nephew. How cute and chubby."

Cute ass!Mr. Fu was overwhelmed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, otherwise his wife would be unhappy.

The weather has warmed up, but Song Jin'an is a little weaker, and he is still wearing thick coral fleece pajamas indoors, which looks warm and soft.

Fu Chengwang was upset, locked the door, hugged Song Jin'an and walked a hundred meters... a few meters and sprinted onto the soft couch.

"An An, the best and kindest in the world, can you pity me?"

Song Jin'an was speechless for a while, seeing that his face was almost like a bitter melon, he could only reluctantly compromise: "Then...give me 500 yuan for lost wages!"

Fu Chengwang agreed, but he was thinking that he didn't have 20 yuan in his pocket now, should he go to Zhan Shuo to borrow 500 yuan?

The chubby Fu Jing took a nap for a while, and before seeing Song Jin'an came back, even the big ice cube of the second uncle was gone, so he put on his little socks and went to the ground to find someone.

He walked to the door of the study room, and heard a strange voice inside, it was Brother Jin'an's voice, although it was muffled, but he couldn't hear it wrong, Fu Jingyi grinned on his fat face.

Happily knocking on the door: "Brother Jin An—"

"Ah!" Song Jin'an turned off the light with a trembling hand, startled by the child's milky voice.

"Damn it!" Fu Chengwang frowned, and couldn't help cursing.

Fu Chengwang hurriedly got up and hugged Song Jin'an, who had messy hair.He was still cursing, saying that this kid is really ignorant.What kind of trouble does he come out to when adults are doing big things!He squinted and looked around for tissue boxes.

Song Jin'an straightened his clothes, stood up, and called out solemnly: "Husband..."

"Huh?" Fu Chengwang, who lowered his head and tidied up the bedding, replied.

"Pay attention to maintenance, husband, cough cough." Song Jin'an suddenly began to put on airs, and said in a poetic tone: "The people in front of me are not as good as they were back then." After speaking, Song Jin'an smiled and ran away, leaving Fu Chengwang with a savage back.

Fu Chengwang bowed and stayed where he was, what do you mean?After reacting, Mr. Fu gritted his teeth and shouted: "Fu Jingyi! Get the hell out of me tomorrow! You're never allowed to come again!"

Song Jin'an's loud laughter came from outside, extremely arrogant.

After Fu Jingyi had lunch the next day, he was really sent away mercilessly by Fu Chengwang, and even his parents had Fu Chengwang teach him a lesson with a black face.

It's shameful not to take good care of your own children and let others take care of them every day.

Then Song Jin'an paid a heavy price for his rampant behavior last night.

In the room with the curtains closed, there has been a swaying light since the afternoon, like the winter jasmine outside the window, blooming brilliantly.

In the dead of night, every household turned off the lights, and when they fell asleep, Song Jin'an shed tears of regret.

"￥&%...?...?￥" He closed his eyes and lost the strength to speak.

Fu Chengwang laughed in satisfaction: "Baby, take a look at the time, from one in the afternoon to three in the morning, I have to count the hours."

Song Jin'an took a deep breath and decided to play dead.

Fu Chengwang put him under the quilt and kissed him: "Let's eat something."

Song Jin'an's eyes widened suddenly, and he slapped Fu Chengwang's face with a slap, but he didn't have much strength, and he seemed to be caressing Fu Chengwang's face lightly.

"You're going to die! Still eat! I'm already full!" He gritted his teeth.

Fu Chengwang held Song Jin'an's soft hand and stuffed it back under the bed: "I mean to eat, are you hungry baby?"

Song Jin'an turned over weakly: "Don't eat, I'm so tired, I want to sleep." His voice became smaller and smaller, the last two words were in his throat, and he was already asleep.

"Good night." Fu Chengwang chuckled, thank you for your hard work, my baby.