The first love of the villains ran away with a passerby [Quick Transmigration]

With this guess, City Lord Fu hesitated.

With his hands behind his back, he circled around the spot a few times, finally gritted his teeth and turned around to leave Fu Junze's courtyard.

And in the main room with a light on, Fu Junze, who was awakened by the thought power that swept up earlier, was lying on his back on the bed, his eyes closed in shock, and the servant Changsheng waited on him to wipe his body, and then change the clothes soaked in sweat. Wet obscene clothes and trousers.

After a while, Changshou stepped forward in a hurry from the outside, and reported in a low voice: "Young City Master, I found out that the ancestor who left the customs was regarded as an assassin by the guards in the mansion, which angered the ancestor."

Hearing this, Fu Junze, who had his eyes closed tightly, moved his eyelids.

The faint light reflected on his pale cheeks became more transparent, and his slightly pursed lips did not even have a trace of blood, just like a lifeless doll, if it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, he would have thought it was a dead body at first glance.

He moved his eyelids for a long time before opening them with difficulty: "Old ancestor?"

"It's the one who lives in the forbidden area." Changshou squatted halfway on the edge of the bed, took the medicinal soup from Changsheng, and explained while serving him and feeding him: "According to Commander Fu, the ancestor brought a good-looking but dressed The young man dressed in coarse linen has an extremely intimate demeanor, Young City Master, do you think this person is the Shaokun Jun who broke in yesterday?"

"What Shaokun-kun!"

Before Fu Junze could open his mouth, Changsheng took the lead and kicked him secretly: "How can there be a heaven in this world who marry a heaven? It's obvious that the Zhu family cheated on the marriage and sent a heaven to fool our young city lord. Family marriages simply cannot be counted."

"Okay." Fu Junze raised his hand to stop Chang Sheng, frowned and waved the two of them back.

Changsheng stared at Changshou bitterly, turned around and went to the side room to watch the night.

Changshou put a lampshade on the candle on the candlestick, and the light in the bedroom immediately dimmed. Fu Junze frowned and lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep. There was something he had never told his father and Father Kun. Live the real Zhu Wenlang.

In the early years, I went to Nansheng to spend the winter. When I left the city, I heard a sound of horseshoes. Out of curiosity, he opened the curtain of the car and saw two young men galloping out of the city on horseback. The young man in front was dressed in red and had a bright smile. Like flowers, when they brushed past his carriage, it was like the brightest color in the world and imprinted deeply into his desolate heart. He heard the young man chasing after him shouting 'Wen Lang, run slowly'.

So when he learned that the person he was going to marry was called Zhu Wenlang, no one knew how excited he was.

And the higher the expectation, the moment he was hit by the person who turned the window, he would be so angry when he saw that his Kun Jun's face was not the same person as the person he was thinking about. He fell into a coma, and if it wasn't for the medicine from the Baili family, he would have almost lost his life.

During the period of coma, he slowly thought about it.

I don't know how long I can live with this crippled body, and it's normal for Zhu Wenlang to look down on him. Since I can't give Zhu Wenlang happiness, I might as well let Zhu Wenlang go to find his own happiness.

This is all thanks to City Lord Fu, he never told Fu Junze about the pure spirit body.

As a result, Fu Junze thought that his father asked him to marry Kun Jun because he wanted to find someone to accompany him, and if possible, he could leave a line of incense and inheritance.

But thinking like this in my heart, I always feel a little unwilling.

He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and it took half the night before he gradually fell asleep.

At noon the next day, Chang Sheng came in to wake him up, saying that the city lord was going to take him to visit his ancestors.

And the disgust at that time was just awakened by a heat on the back of his neck.

Last night after eating supper late at night, Fu Yu entangled in tears and took another bite on his gland before sending away the person who wanted to share the bed with him, but after falling asleep, he inexplicably dreamed that he had become It becomes a seed, buried in the soil, waiting to take root and germinate.

Before the buds came out, he was awakened by waves of burning sensations.

Just like that dream, something seemed to break out of the back of my neck.

【How is this going? 】While asking about the system, he casually touched the scorching back of his neck.

【Don't--】

As soon as the system opened its mouth, the anguish that had already touched the gland trembled instantly.

In an instant, a strong letter gushed out, stimulating his eyes to be empty and dull, as if his soul had been taken away by someone.

In a trance, he heard the system say: [The first rain and dew period of the heavenly stems is mostly at the age of 56, and a small part will be delayed until the age of 78.Zhu Wenyan had to rely on stealing food from the kitchen to fill his stomach all these years. He didn't dare to touch a good meal, for fear of being dragged out by the supervisor, so he only stole some rough food, so he was malnourished, and his glands were not well developed. unstable.

But you used your soul power to transform your body last night, so that your physical fitness improved, and you were marked by Fu Yu twice in succession, so that the glands that had just had a good room for development were stimulated by Fu Yu's letter, which accelerated the process of maturity. And sent a mature signal. 】

The dazed Yan only extracted one key point from this long passage, that is, his rainy season is coming.

At this time, there was a slight 'squeak' sound from the door of the room.

After improving her five senses, she followed the prestige with her confused eyes, and saw a slender figure reflected on the screen blocking the door of the house. The figure tiptoed and pressed its body against the screen.

After that, a head with loose long hair protruded from the edge of the screen, with a pair of watery eyes poking out to look at the bed in the room, and then met his gaze.

The person who came to probe froze.

Immersed in the coming blow of the rain and dew season, Yan slowly opened his mouth, and suddenly smelled a scent of lotus.

Before this morning, this smell was like smelling perfume, nothing special.

But at this moment, the information that got into his nostrils seemed to be added with poppies, revealing a deadly temptation that made him fascinated and addicted.

At the same time, his empty eyes were slowly stained with longing, and his mood, which was always so arrogant that he disdained ordinary people, became more of a strong desire to possess and an inexplicable depression.

He was momentarily controlled by these two emotions, and he couldn't help but lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and just took two steps barefoot——

"It's cold on the ground, wear shoes!"

Fu Yu, who was stretched out and froze on the edge of the screen, came back to his senses, and hurriedly walked in front of him.

Pushing him back to the edge of the bed and sitting down, he buried his head in his neck and took a deep breath, then squinted his eyes contentedly to get the robe from the screen, but didn't notice that when he buried his head, he stared closely at the back of his neck , even clinging tightly when he turned around.

"Although it's already summer, the ground is still very cold."

Fu Yu said in a hoarse voice, "You are weak, so you can't ignore it if you live well."

As soon as the words were finished, a gust of strong wind with a strong sense of confidence hit the back.

He paused with his hand stretched out on the screen, and was about to turn his head when the other party jumped on his back, and immediately jumped on his back, wrapped around his waist, brushed away the loose strands of hair, and breathed hotly. Spray it on his glands.

The memory of the night before came flooding back, and he immediately froze in place, only feeling a dull pain in the gland that was not healed from the injury.

But he immediately realized that the opponent's state was not right.

Sniffing the letter that was suddenly ten times stronger at the end of his nose, his hand raised in the air was about to turn behind him when his gland was suddenly pricked—it was different from the previous teenager who lost his mind and gnawed and bit. As if being pricked by a needle, with the injection of the letter, there is a sense of familiarity that shakes his soul in the stinging pain.

It was this sense of familiarity, exactly the same as the shock brought by the inadvertent injection into the gland that night, which made him want to cry uncontrollably.

He staggered and held onto the screen, resisting the urge to attack after being offended, and said with trembling lips and tears in his eyes, "Don't worry, take it easy."

This sentence is like a thunder in a sunny day, awakening Yan from the state of being controlled by instinct.

He fixed his eyes on the back of the head in front of him and the strong scent of the nose, and then realized that his teeth were still biting something. Halfway through the mark, he almost used the perseverance he had never used in his life to let go of the other person. The neck jumps off the back.

"Be careful."

Fu Yu quickly turned around and hugged him.

But he pushed Fu Yu away ungratefully, returned to the bed with a sullen face without saying a word, pulled the quilt over his head - woo woo woo, want to cry, want to hug, want to rub.

What the hell is this riding!

The unsatisfied hatred in his heart burst into tears and asked the system with the only remaining rationality.

Fu Yu, who followed, saw him hiding under the blanket, and his eyes turned red.

He couldn't control his emotions, he just felt that the other party would avoid seeing him after the bond was formed, did he despise himself as a god?Or was he thinking about that Wei Lanshu in his heart and couldn't accept forming a contract with him?

Once an idea pops up, it never stops.

The remaining rationality told me to calm down, but what if it was true?

Instinctively thinking too much, even quickly squeezed away the little reason left.The mist in the eye sockets instantly condensed into tears, flowing down like a waterfall.

"I hate hearing..."

He stared at the bulging bag on the bed sobbing, feeling envious and envious in his heart, so he choked up in a low voice: "Our letter smells the same, and it breaks the relationship between Tiangan and Tiangan that can only be hostile to each other. We are attracted to each other by nature, which means that we are destined to be together." So forget that Wei Lanshu.

The people in the bed continued to be silent.

Fu Yu felt even more uncomfortable.

With tears in his eyes, he lifted his legs and was about to step forward when there was a knock on the door.

"Old ancestor, the city lord and the young city lord are here."

Fu Yu sobbed, walked to the edge of the bed and said without looking back, "Let them wait first."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over and pinched the corner of the quilt, dripping teardrops smacked on the quilt, and soon fainted. A small piece.

"Wen Yan, can you come out first?"

Enduring the soreness and grievance in his heart, he coaxed softly: "It's stuffy under the quilt, don't hold yourself back."

The person under the quilt remained motionless.

After waiting for a while, Fu Yu saw this, the storm in his hazy tearful eyes gradually gathered, and the knuckles of the corners of the quilt were turning blue and white, he pursed his lips, and suddenly lifted the quilt, a pair of dizzy eyes The pupils were exposed in an instant.