Marry ex-boyfriend his uncle

"Today, what you like to stew is lotus root soup. Auntie said you like mushrooms. Today, the master has prepared black-bone chicken stewed with mushrooms. You should eat more to keep your body healthy.

Many things can only be done. I heard that the flowers on the Grand Canyon are already in bloom. You can go there next year. There are many people collecting wind. "

Doctor Xinxin chatted with Zhou Ling on the balcony. Since what happened in Sihai Villa last time, Zhou Ling's mood has become even more depressed.

In the past, when the psychiatrist talked to him, he could occasionally answer a sentence, but now even if the psychiatrist talked to him all day long, he was still in a daze.

Except that others don't need to dress him, and he doesn't need help from others when he goes to the toilet, he seems to be an adult with an underdeveloped IQ in other respects.

If others don't bring him meals, he can sit in one position without eating all the time.

If others don't remind him, the wind is already cold now, let him come in, he may sit on the balcony all day.

But the only thing that can arouse his interest is to tell him about the painting, which can arouse a little reaction from him.

The psychiatrist speculates that he is interested in painting, or that Zhou Ling is not interested in painting, it should be said....

He is happy with the materials collected for painting and the unfettered feeling of being able to roam freely in various places.

So in order to arouse his desire for this aspect, every time the psychiatrist chats with him, he talks about the scenery of various places.

They had been talking on the balcony for a whole morning, and the psychiatrist drank three glasses of water in succession, while the person sitting opposite him remained unresponsive.

The psychiatrist also sighed. The atmosphere in this villa is generally very complicated.

When I saw this Mr. Fan before, he was very concerned about Zhou Ling. He spent most of the day upstairs talking to him with Zhou Ling.

But it seemed to be different in the past two days. The man spent most of his day in the living room downstairs.

Although he occasionally fiddled with the computer, according to his observations, the man was in a state of distraction most of the time.

Sometimes I saw him go to the second floor, but he always turned a corner to go to the study, not Zhou Ling's current room.

As for whether that man is still in bed with Zhou Ling, he didn't observe it.

The psychiatrist looked at Zhou Ling, who was sitting on the chair with a big belly. He was still a small lump, but this person was so beautiful.

Looking at him, he looks like a dodder flower that needs to cling to a big tree, but you can feel that there is some strength in him faintly.

But he is in a daze now, he is not sober.

If something has really changed in this, it is really that the person in front of me is not the one who is hurt the most.

What the psychiatrist was worried about came true on the next morning of the third day.

When the sun by the sea was just rising, the sun shone on the manicured garden in front of the villa. Unexpectedly, someone rang the doorbell early in the morning.

The psychiatrist was holding the notes in the book at the time, and wanted to study Zhou Ling's current psychological condition, and what method should be used to get him to come out early.

When he heard the doorbell, he also looked towards the door subconsciously. It was the aunt who opened the door. As soon as the door opened, the psychiatrist's eyes flashed when he saw the person standing at the door.

If we say that Zhou Ling upstairs is like a fox who has cultivated into a spirit, with innocence and a sense of 'color'.

And the person who walked in from the outside, that person is like the humble gentleman who came out in the ancient poems.

Surprisingly, this man also had shoulder-length hair and a small diamond stud on his ear.

Some people say that a gentleman is like a jade, and a gentleman is like a bamboo. The arrival of this person seems to dye the whole house with a feeling of "scholarly".

"Auntie, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing?"

"Okay..., okay, of course you are having a good time, please come in quickly."

Auntie was just stunned for a moment, then quickly replied calmly, and immediately put on the expression of welcoming people to the door.

Lu Hongzhuo, who was used to running around the beach every day, had just run to the entrance of the villa when a bodyguard told him that someone had come to the villa.

And when talking about the man's identity, Lu Hongzhuo rubbed his forehead a little irritably, clicked his tongue, and then walked into the door without a sound.

The guest who came to the door was already sitting on the sofa, drinking the coffee that his aunt poured for him.

This person was also happy when he saw Lu Hongzhuo, he gave him a big smile, and called him Brother Lu affectionately.

"Master Sun," Lu Hongzhuo's lukewarm answer made the young man sitting on the sofa think nothing of it, and the smile on his face did not fade.

But when footsteps were heard on the other side of the stairs, everyone who was still in the living room turned their heads to look over there, and saw a man who exuded the aura of keeping strangers away from him walking downstairs.

Fan Sucheng was wearing a very ordinary home clothes, he came down from the stairs, he pursed his lips.

And the man Lu Hongzhuo called Young Master Sun who had just arrived at the villa was very excited and stood up from the sofa immediately.

Not only did he stand up, but he also opened his arms and rushed towards Fan Sucheng, like a sucking swallow throwing himself into the forest, the joy and excitement on his face was difficult to express in words.

Fan Sucheng watched his movement, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to support him...

That Young Master Sun threw himself into Fan Sucheng's arms, rubbed against his chest relyingly, and kept rubbing his arms in his arms happily.

"Brother Fan, I'm back, I'm finally back, I don't need to go anywhere, my right hand is already healed, I can continue to play the violin for you!"

Fan Sucheng looked at the young man in his arms, his dark and bright eyes looked at him without blinking, and all of those eyes were dependent on him.

He even felt that if he said a word, let the other party make the right hand healed after all these years of hard work, and get injured again, the boy would not be able to carry out the original one.

His raised smiling face, his clear and clean eyes reflected his figure,

"Brother Fan?"

Sun Rui commented that Fan Sucheng kept looking at him without speaking, and he tilted his head in doubt.

I don't understand why Fan Sucheng just looked at him like that, the innocence and confusion in his eyes made him look cute at this moment.

And Fan Sucheng also came back to his senses amidst his shouts, just when he came into view, the person in his arms still maintained an innocent and ignorant look.

Looking at him with his head tilted like this reminded Fan Sucheng of those chubby little sparrows that they went to catch when they were young.

The little sparrow was even smaller than his fist, but standing on the wall, he tilted his head slightly and looked at them.

Fan Sucheng couldn't help being distracted again, he couldn't control his hand, he raised his hand and rubbed his face, still leaning on the boy's head in his arms.

As for the boy in his arms, the hair he rubbed made a comfortable sound like a small animal being smoothed, and he rubbed against his chest relyingly, holding his waist with both hands.

The three people in the living room, the psychiatrist Lu Hongzhuo, and the aunt who just cooked breakfast, all three of them stood in place, looking at the two people who were still hugging each other with different expressions.What made them feel a little scared was that there was a man with a big belly standing on the top of the stairs on the second floor. This man looked expressionlessly at the people hugging each other at the bottom of the stairs.

"Eh? This...," that Young Master Sun withdrew from Fan Sucheng's arms as if he had had enough hugs.

However, he did not leave Fan Sucheng's side, but still held his hand very dependently. He looked up at the stairs, and seemed to realize that there was a person standing on the stairs.

He looked at the man on the stairs suspiciously, and then tilted his head to look at Fan Sucheng whose arms were held by him.

Fan Sucheng followed the eyes of this young master Sun and looked upstairs, and saw Zhou Ling standing at the stairs on the second floor with his big belly.

When he looked at Zhou Ling, Zhou Ling also noticed him, those were also pitch-black eyes...without the slightest expression in them.

"Stand there and don't move, I'll come and help you," Fan Sucheng said, he was still the same as before, he walked a few steps towards the stairs.

He felt strength in his arm, and only then did he realize that the boy in his arms hadn't let go of his arm.

However, Zhou Ling didn't ask Fan Sucheng to help him, he just stood at the stairs for a while, stretched out his hand to support his waist,

It was very difficult to move. When I walked into my room, everyone in the same place could hear the sound of the door of the room on the second floor being closed.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became very dignified, and then I heard the voices of that Young Master Sun talking to Fan Sucheng.

Auntie Zai invited them over to have breakfast. In the past, Fan Sucheng brought the breakfast to Zhou Ling, but today he seemed to have forgotten about it.

The boy on his right was happily talking to him about the things he had encountered in these years.

During Zhou Ling's illness, Fan Sucheng rarely showed a smile on his face, but when Sun Ruiyi told him the things, he already had a smile on his face unconsciously.

Auntie looked up and found that a few minutes had passed. She looked at Fan Sucheng who was sitting in the main seat, and was still chatting with Sun Ruiyi without saying a word.

The aunt sighed and returned to the kitchen, found a tray and prepared a breakfast for Zhou Ling, and went upstairs.

When passing by Fan Sucheng, Fan Sucheng didn't even seem to notice his aunt. Lu Hongzhuo looked back and found that his aunt had already gone up to the second floor with a dinner plate.

And Fan Sucheng at the dining table actually laughed out loud at this moment, and then with a doting expression, reached out and rubbed the young master's head.

Lu Hongzhuo put down the chopsticks in his hand, drank the freshly squeezed orange juice on the table in one gulp, and left the table without making a sound.

After Lu Hongzhuo left, Sun Ruiye, who was still joking with Fan Sucheng, looked at him without showing any trace.

After Sun Ruiyi took a look at Lu Hongzhuo, and quickly turned his gaze back, he found Fan Sucheng who was sitting on the main seat, holding a coffee in his hand, and his eyes fell on him.

"I haven't been back for a long time, it seems that nothing has changed, and everything has changed, Brother Lu..., it has changed.