The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Wu Song's knocking hand stopped abruptly, and after he saw clearly the face of the person who opened the door, he couldn't help being slightly stunned.

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes, and asked calmly, "Who are you?"

Wu Song replied subconsciously: "Wu Song."

Hearing this name, Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked him up and down as a little uncle.

About the same height as Wu Zhi, with a very tall and straight figure, his hair was simply raised up with a hairband, and the broken hair on his forehead fell on his handsome face, adding a kind of unruly freedom.

Facing the man's sizing eyes, Wu Song's body tensed up for no reason.

Fu Zhenhong asked with a half-smile, "Wu Song?" He said, "Wu Zhi's younger brother who committed a crime in the early years and then left home to avoid the limelight?"

When Wu Song heard this, his lips moved slightly, wanting to explain.

However, his words had already reached his lips, but Fu Zhenhong didn't want to hear them, so he turned around and walked into the house.

Wu Song stood where he was, silently swallowing back what he was about to say.He looked at the man's back, although the other party did not introduce his identity, but this time he would appear in this family, and it was a man with such an amazing appearance, he could only be the husband married by the eldest brother.

Pan Jinlian...

Wu Song said the name silently in his heart.

After walking a few steps, Fu Zhenhong saw that Wu Song hadn't followed him. He looked back and found that Wu Erlang was still in place, standing at the door thinking about something.

"Why, you haven't come in yet? Are you going to stand outside and be the gatekeeper?" Fu Zhenhong said calmly.

Hearing this, Wu Song wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, and stepped into the door silently.

After Wu Song closed the door, Fu Zhenhong, who was already sitting on the wooden stool, said to Wu Song who walked in, "Sit."

Wu Song glanced at Fu Zhenhong, then sat down opposite Fu Zhenhong.

At this moment, Wu Song's mood is a little delicate.Obviously this is his home, but under the casual gaze of the man on the opposite side, he feels as if he is the guest.

Not only that, he even developed a rare sense of tension, although this emotion is not obvious, but it does exist.

But soon, he adjusted his state.

Fu Zhenhong put her hands on the table, resting her chin with one hand, looked at Wu Erlang who was sitting opposite, and asked in a neutral tone, "How old are you?"

Wu Song moved his gaze slightly, avoiding Fu Zhenhong's gaze, and said, "I won the championship last year."

In this era, men reached the age of twenty and crowned.Wu Erlang won the championship last year, that is, 21, three years younger than Wu Zhi.

Fu Zhenhong asked again: "You come back this time, do you plan to leave?"

Hearing this question, Wu Song didn't answer immediately. He paused for a moment and glanced at Fu Zhenhong.

Seeing that the man's gaze was always very flat, as if he was just asking casually without any other deep meaning, Wu Song replied: "Not sure yet."

After finishing speaking, Wu Song looked away from Fu Zhenhong again.

I don't know if it's because this is the first time he and Pan Jinlian met, so the relationship seems very strange.Or because this overly good-looking man is his eldest brother's husband, his nominal "sister-in-law".Right now, only he and Pan Jinlian were sitting in this room, sitting face to face, which always made Wu Song feel a little uncomfortable.

He tensed his jawline, trying to find something to talk about.

But the next second, just as Wu Song was about to speak, the man sitting opposite him suddenly stood up.

Fu Zhenhong stood up, walked around the square wooden table, and walked over to Wu Song.

Wu Song was a little confused, so he raised his eyes and looked at Fu Zhenhong: "What's wrong? You..." Before Wu Song finished speaking, Fu Zhenhong moved her face towards him.

Facing Fu Zhenhong's sudden approach, Wu Song, who had been tense since Fu Zhenhong walked to his side, leaned back directly at this moment, so as to distance himself from Fu Zhenhong.

Wu Song frowned slightly: "Uncle and sister-in-law are different, please yourself..."

Before Wu Song could say the last word "heavy", Fu Zhenhong, who had been staring at Wu Song's face, said, "If you look carefully, you and your elder brother have similar eyebrows and eyes."

Wu Song was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect that the other party suddenly approached just to observe the similarity between his eyebrows and his elder brother.

At this time, Fu Zhenhong, who had finished speaking, had already stood up straight. He picked up the book on the table that he hadn't finished reading, and walked straight to the stairs, apparently ignoring Wu Song.

Wu Song, who was sitting on the stool, was a little embarrassed when he saw this.

Just now, why did he suddenly have the illusion that the other party was trying to seduce him.

Could it be because when I came back, I heard someone say that Pan Jinlian is a vixen who wants to seduce both men and women?

It's just ridiculous.

Just as Wu Song was thinking, Fu Zhenhong, who was walking up to the second floor, suddenly said, "That's right," he stood upstairs and looked towards Wu Song who was downstairs.When Wu Song looked up, Fu Zhenhong said, "Do you know there is an idiom?"

Wu Zhi replied: "What?"

Fu Zhenhong half-closed her eyelids, opened her lips slightly, and slowly said four words: "All plants and trees are soldiers."

After finishing speaking, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and after leaving a smile of unknown meaning, he pushed open the door of the room where he was sleeping, and walked in.

As for Wu Song, who was still sitting on the wooden bench, after realizing why Pan Jinlian would say the words "every tree is a soldier", a hot feeling permeated his ears instantly.

The embarrassment was stronger than before, and besides that, there was also a sense of shame.The other party was saying that he was not in the right mind, so because of a little trouble, he became suspicious, and everything seemed to have ulterior motives.

But in fact, everything is just his own sentimentality.

Wu Song pursed his lips tightly, and after calming down quickly, he thought of the smile on the corner of the other party's lips at the end, and suddenly felt that maybe he wasn't thinking too much.

Wu Song lowered his brows, and a thought flashed in his eyes.

Pan Jinlian, let him not understand.

In just a few short sentences, he couldn't see what kind of person the other party was.But one thing Wu Song is certain of is that the other party really doesn't look like someone who can live a normal life with his elder brother in peace.

But at this moment, Wu Song himself didn't realize that he originally wanted to go home quickly to see his elder brother, but now his mind was occupied by his elder brother's husband—his nominal "sister-in-law".

He hadn't even asked his eldest brother why he wasn't home at this hour.When he realized it, it would be inappropriate to knock on that door and ask the people inside.

It was near noon when Wu Song came back.

Because he was on his way, he got up very early and only ate one bread in the morning.Originally, he ordered food at the gazebo to fill his stomach first, but he hurried back because he heard about the elder brother and Pan Jinlian, so he didn't eat the last bite.

At this moment, Wu Song, who had been hungry for a long time, planned to cook something casually to fill his stomach and treat it as lunch.

He got up from his seat and was about to go to the kitchen when Fu Zhenhong walked out of the room, and he put the book in his hand in the room.

Fu Zhenhong asked Wu Song as she walked downstairs, "Can you cook?"

Wu Song replied truthfully: "I will."

Fu Zhenhong nodded, "Then I'll wait for you to make lunch." Fu Zhenhong said it as a matter of course, and she didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it.

Wu Song only glanced at Fu Zhenhong, turned around and went to the kitchen without saying anything.

in the kitchen.

Wu Song looked at the remaining ingredients, and since Pan Jinlian was his nominal sister-in-law, he turned around and asked the man standing at the kitchen door: "Would you like pasta?"

Fu Zhenhong replied, "I'll eat whatever you make." Of course, the premise is that the taste of the food must be pretty good.

Fu Zhenhong said this very casually, with a hint of carelessness.

However, such words obviously do not contain any ambiguity. To Wu Song's ears, it seems that their relationship is very familiar and close, as if they have lived together for a long time.

But in fact, today was just his first meeting with Pan Jinlian.

Wu Song's hand holding the dried noodles paused for a moment, and at that moment, that inexplicable subtle feeling arose in his heart again.

Even under Pan Jinlian's gaze, he felt a slight discomfort.Fortunately, the other party didn't intend to stand at the door of the kitchen for a long time. After leaving that sentence, he went out.

Looking at the ingredients in his hands, Wu Song raised his eyebrows and began to cook the noodles.

It didn't take long for Wu Song to cook the noodles.He added some light seasonings on top, and put poached eggs, and then brought two bowls of unique Yangchun noodles out of the kitchen.

Wu Song put one of the bowls in front of Fu Zhenhong, and he took the other one. After sitting down opposite Fu Zhenhong, he started eating without fear of being hot.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the steaming bowl of noodles on the table. The appearance and color looked very good, and the smell was also quite good.

After the heat dissipated, Fu Zhenhong picked up the wooden chopsticks, picked up the noodles and tasted them, and found that the taste was even better than he had imagined.Although it is not as exquisite as those restaurants, it tastes different.

Maybe in the days to come, if Wu Dalang is not around, then Wu Erlang can also cook.

[Xiaohong, Dalang and Erlang are all children of luck, not chefs. ]

[This does not affect. ] There is no conflict between the two.

When the weak chicken system heard Fu Zhenhong's answer, it also realized that everything Xiaohong said was right anyway.

But at this moment, on Wu Song's side, it was impossible for him to know what Fu Zhenhong was thinking.At this moment, Wu Song seemed to be eating the noodles in the bowl seriously, but in fact, he was observing the man sitting opposite him indistinctly.

Fu Zhenhong ate neither fast nor slow, and the whole person was quiet, and the way she ate looked very elegant and beautiful.

This kind of good looks is not the kind of pretentious elegance, but the kind of calm and indifferent temperament exuded from the bones.Not formal, but natural.

Even though Wu Song's senses towards Pan Jinlian were quite complicated, he had to admit that his nominal male sister-in-law really had extremely delicate hair, making it impossible to pick out a single flaw.