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When Meng Yi got off the deck, he was dizzy, his hands and feet were so numb that he couldn't lift up, and his chest and neck were so hot and itchy from the kisses that they were all red.

As if Fu Juehan had unlocked some unknown sexual fetish, his exposed skin was covered with hickey marks.

From the back of the ear to the clavicle, none of the arms, thighs, and ankles survived, all of them were full of bright red marks, and the ones near the heels of the legs were still a little purple, exaggerated to the point that they seemed to be covered by dozens of wounds. A bee stung.

Meng Yi stood there with a sad face, looking at his strawberry body, like a little bitter gourd with brows and eyes, "Brother, you are the reincarnation of an octopus, how many mouths are so good at kissing."

Fu Juehan drank the bottom of the last glass of wine in the glass, and hugged him in his arms without any guilt, "You called me like that, you want me to kiss you."

"Ahhh, then you have a place to kiss! How can I meet people like this!"

Meng Yihu messed up his hair with a face, and hung his limp arms around his neck, "You can carry me down, just say that I was shocked by your kiss, and I don't want to be laughed at by Qi Han."

Just as he was talking, two sets of footsteps came from behind him, and the familiar yin and yang voice was full of sourness at this moment: "Yo, have you played enough, two young masters?"

Qi Han took Fu Ge's hand and walked to the deck, his eyes swept over the person in Fu Juehan's arms, and he rolled his eyes with soreness: "Has the strawberry field exploded? You collect stamps on him ? People who are almost 30 years old don’t know what it means to be shy? It can suffocate you to death at night?”

He came up like a mortar, and asked four times in a row. Fu Juehan was still okay. Meng Yixian became unhappy, raised his head and stared at him like a little leopard: "What's the matter with you during the day and night?" If it's a problem, I will say my brother, little daddy, and punish him for facing the wall!"

Qi Han let out a "ha", "Aren't you in shock anymore?"

Meng Yi shrank back timidly: "Now rest."

Fu Ge watched him playfully, held his head and rubbed it twice, "Don't spoil him too much, I'll kiss you like a bee puppy."

Fu Juehan stood up and bumped the bee puppy twice, and looked at Fu Ge with aggrieved look: "Dad, you don't look at me either."

Qi Han snorted exaggeratedly when he heard this, "Master Nao, who do you need to face you for such a big man?"

"It's 17 meters when you're just over 1.9 years old. I saw the group photo of your class in the base. You are a head taller than those little soldiers. They can't even reach your head in the fighting class."

Although he spoke in a strange voice, his words were full of pride, and he couldn't help but patted his son on the shoulder: "I follow my temperament, temperament, stature, and stature. You are very good."

Fu Juehan's footsteps suddenly stopped. He licked his molars, exchanged glances with Meng, and suddenly turned to look at Qi Han: "Do you still have a group photo of me at the 17-year-old base? Have you seen me fight?" class?"

Qi Han: "..."

Swallowing in embarrassment, he choked in his throat, unable to get up or down, raised his hand and touched the back of his neck: "Ah, your instructor sent it to me for the sake of walking, so I just took a look at it." .”

Meng Yi gave a strange "wow", "You didn't ask for it on your own initiative, and you didn't go to the fighting class by yourself."

"You think I'm free? I have nothing to do and went to see a group of children in class." He looked away with evasive eyes, held the wine glass to his mouth, and was taken away by Fu Ge just as he was about to drink.

"A Jue is 17 years old, that was ten years ago, you were busy pushing Uncle Qi's proposal to reduce the price of new medicines, and you were so busy all year." Fu Ge took a sip of his wine in front of him: "It's really not idle. Ah, how did you find time to watch him fight, time management master?"

Meng Yi: "Ahem, master of time management?"

Fu Juehan: "Ahem, master of time management?"

Qi Han: "..."

Qi Han: "But you have found a chance to run on me, right?"

The matter of Chen Zhima's rotten millet was brought out for public execution. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't be ashamed, so he clung to Fu Ge's side like a big dog: "Little white-eyed wolf, who are you with?" Together."

Fu Ge laughed, held the straw and handed it to his mouth, "Drink a little."

Boss Qi Han took a breath unwillingly, "Is this going to be dismissed for me?"

"Otherwise, who made you talk hard."

Qi Han raised his eyebrows: "Am I just talking hard, where am I not hard?"

"You..." Fu Ge gave him a helpless look, "If you can't speak up, you use dirty words to insult people. Are you so capable?"

"Then no matter how powerful I am, what's the use of it? Do I dare to use it against you?"

He embraced Fu Ge's waist from behind, sniffed his long hair, and said in a low voice, "You are the boss of our family now, and I am the bottom of the food chain. If there is any disagreement, let me face the wall. I will grow up when I am so old." Let you be cured like a grandson, so be good, please show me some face."

Fu Ge couldn't help laughing a few times, his brows and eyes were sweet, and he leaned back against him softly: "Got it, President."

Qi Han couldn't stand him being subdued like this, and Fu Ge's peach blossom eyes could kill him with a raised eyebrow and a smile, so he immediately hit the snake with a stick: "Besides, don't you just like me talking dirty, the more I talk about you The tighter it gets, I want you to be really gentle and gentle, can you feel like that, your voice is hoarse from crying and you don't know how to push people."

Fu Ge had a serious illness before, and Qi Han helped him treat it for many years, and he was barely cured until he died.

But the physical senses are still slower than ordinary people, and it was from then on that he began to suffer from love pain.

Daily life is not affected much, but this defect is very cute in bed, Qi Han often bullies him with this.

Fu Ge pursed his lips, and he wasn't too shy: "Yes, yes, I really like it, and the president will continue to work hard."

Qi Han's voice paused, and he was stunned, "Why do you..."

Fu Ge: "What about me?"

Qi Han rubbed his nose, "I thought you were going to scold me again, you were not happy to mention this before."

Fu Ge laughed when he heard this: "Is it my love or your love? I'm not happy if I don't scold you. The past was the past, and now it is the present. Since I said that those things are turning over, it's turning over, no Take it out and stab you again."

He is always like this, with a clear distinction between love and hate, straightforward and strong. If it wasn't for Qi Han's confusion, Fu Ge could let him know how much happiness a heart full of love can bring him. They should have had the most perfect little family .

Qi Han's eyes were a little wet, and he smiled sadly for a moment, "If you pamper me so much, can I go too far?"

Fu Ge laughed helplessly: "Do you still know that you are going too far?"

"I know, I've always known it, but I don't want to reflect on it anymore." He blocked people in front of the stairs and refused to go down, "Just say it's okay."

Fu Ge pursed his lips, thought and thought, and before he could play tricks again, he suddenly leaned close and kissed him on the face, and said with a smile: "I owed you a honeymoon before, but this time I will pay you back, and you can play as you please."

At that moment, Qi Han wished his eyes would shine brightly. He pinched the back of his neck and was about to kiss him back. Fu Juehan raised his head: "Dad."

Fu Ge immediately pushed him away: "Hey!"

President Qi, whose leg injury is still not fully healed, staggered back three steps and fell on his back: "..."

Qi Han: "Dad is the one who talks all day long, you are thirty or three years old, you are not weaned!"

Fu Juehan: "My name is you."

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly got up, cleared his throat and his voice softened more than two or three times: "Ah, I am, I am, I am here, what's the matter?"

Meng Yi, who watched the whole face-changing process of the Sichuan opera, secretly made a face at him.

Fu Juehan: "To be honest, in the third year of my arrival in Wangjiang, Liangzi and Sun Qianjie were kidnapped by him. Are you the one who saved me?"

Qi Han rolled his eyes guiltily: "What are you thinking, you are about to tear down my house and I will go to save you, I am your father?"

Fu Juehan: "Aren't you?"

Qi Han held his breath in his throat: "Then I... I don't care about you. You have died hundreds of times. You dare to make such a big scene before your hair grows. You are not afraid of being sunk in the moat!"

The last bit of obsession dissipated, Fu Juehan pulled Meng Yi off the boat step by step, and slowly curled the corners of his lips against the wind blowing from the island.

He turned his back to Qi Han, and his broad shoulders contained the strength enough to support the family. The child he brought back from abroad had grown into an indomitable appearance, "Don't be afraid, as you said."

Qi Han was suddenly dumbfounded, "I said... what?"

Fu Juehan sighed, "I forgot about it."

Meng Yi patted him on the head, turned around and put his hands around his mouth and shouted Chao Qi Han: "You said it! You will always stand behind him!"

Fu Ge was the second to last to get off the boat, followed by Qi Han with moist eyes.

"I don't seem to have said thank you to you yet." He took the man's fingertips.

"Ah?" Qi Han panicked when he heard this, "Are you talking ironically?"

"One size counts. Ah is definitely not your child, but you taught him very well, brave and bloody, responsible, um... just like you."

Qi Han has been confused by the sugar-coated cannonballs of these ancestors in turn today, and he walks like a dizzy: "Are you praising me? In your eyes, do you think I'm not bad at all? Give me a passing grade?"

Fu Ge laughed when he heard the words, walked around behind him and jumped on the man's back: "Is my man worthy of passing marks? Is it because I am blind or you are too unconfident."

"Ancestor, please spare me." Qi Han carried him with his buttocks on his back, and bumped a few times, "It's time to boast."

"Float." Fu Ge put his arms around his neck, "I'll follow you."

The place where they spent their honeymoon was the largest and most beautiful island under Qi Han's name, which was assigned to Fu Ge many years ago.

The island is like spring all year round, the sky is vast, rows of coconut trees are whirling into forests, and the soft sandy beach is like a blanket made of feathers. In the evening, the sunset dyes the sky red, and orange-red clouds connect the sea and sky.

Fu Juehan and Qi Han were grilling on the fruit wood, the curling smoke of fireworks drifted along the sea breeze, and the tip of their noses was full of the aroma of roasting.

Fu Ge picked a flat piece of sand to set up his tent, and the two small white domes looked like yurts on the beach. When night fell, he could see the domes from the skylight when he looked up.

Meng Yi was the happiest, in such a short time he had already picked up a dozen coconuts, lined them up on the table, smashed them one by one, opened seven, fried three, and sprayed coconut juice all over his body.

He ran towards Fu Juehan like a drowned chicken: "Brother! Help! This coconut is pulling me!"

Fu Juehan smiled and helped him take off his shirt and threw it aside, then took off his vest and put it on him, and Qi Han next to him gave him a plate of lamb chops, "It's all smoke, don't play here, take it and look for it." Little daddy, the cheese on the left is yours, and the butter on the right is his.”

So Meng Yi, who had changed to a new skin, ran to Fu Ge happily: "Little dad, come quickly! There is meat to eat!"

"Run slowly!" Fu Juehan told him worriedly, and a chicken wing was stuffed into his mouth when he opened his mouth.

Qi Han's ears were a little red, he lowered his head and said, "Your, two layers of honey and one layer of sauce, I remember right?"

At this moment, Meng Yi in the distance suddenly shouted: "Daddy! Look up!"

The two raised their faces in a daze, and a photo was frozen.

Meng Yi at the side of the tent gestured with his oily hands, Fu Ge wiped his mouth with a smile, Fu Juehan was holding a chicken wing in front of the grill, and Qi Han looked over foolishly, blushing in a rare way.

The author says:

Because a lot of Baofeng want to have Qi Han and Xiaoge in their daily lives, so the island will also be a team building of two pairs, so don’t buy if you don’t mind.