After marrying the richest husband

The bedding in the ward was changed by Fu Xingzhou alone for Sangqiao, soft and tidy.

Especially the soft quilt, which is probably made of air cotton, can wrap Sang Qiao warmly inside, as safe as a hermit crab retracting into its shell.

And this time.

Fu Xingzhou even held the quilt in his arms with others.

The two sat on the bed intimately.

Fu Xingzhou's hand touched Sang Qiao's soft waist enough, then slowly took it out, and gently squeezed Sang Qiao's hand.

It kind of means to be a rogue to the end.

Poor Sangqiao, although he has worked hard to learn how to flirt with others, has never had a relationship until now in his life.

The few blushes were all thanks to Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Qiao even clearly remembered the feeling of Fu Xingzhou's fingers walking on his skin just now, and his whole body trembled slightly.

After finally slowing down, he began to argue with Fu Xingzhou in a very low voice and very righteously: "You, this...it's not good."

Fu Xingzhou rested his chin on Sangqiao's shoulder unequivocally, blew into his ear, and asked in a low voice: "Is that so, what's wrong?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

In the world——

There are such shameless people in the world!

Sang Qiao was at a loss for words, and after thinking extremely hard for a while, he said again: "In...the ward, the impact is not good."

next second.

Fu Xingzhou's low smile came from Sangqiao's ear.

Followed by.

Fu Xingzhou said, "Qiaoqiao, I'm close to my own wife, so why doesn't it affect me well, huh?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Old lady?

Sang Qiao was dumbfounded.

The whole person was in a trance for a few seconds, and after reacting, his face flushed red.

Sang Qiao opened his mouth several times, but didn't say a word.

On the other hand, after Fu Xingzhou learned the scriptures today, he found another way, and after repeated attempts, he finally discovered the new joy of marriage.

In a great mood, and never tired of it.

Seeing that Sang Qiao didn't answer.

Fu Xingzhou spoke again, and said solemnly: "Why is your face so red all of a sudden, do you have a fever?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao nestled in Fu Xingzhou's arms and couldn't break free, he gritted his teeth for a long time: "No!"

Fu Xingzhou reached out and touched Tan Sangqiao's forehead, and smiled: "Are you shy?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao took a deep breath, turned his face to the side and carefully looked at Fu Xingzhou from beginning to end.

The more I looked at it, the more I felt that something was wrong with him today, as if he had taken the wrong medicine.

Sang Qiao took his hand that didn't tie the bottle from under the quilt, raised it to Fu Xingzhou's head, and touched his forehead.

no burn...

Sang Qiao retracted his hand suspiciously, and began to correct Fu Xingzhou with a serious face: "Don't call me wife!"

Probably because of staying up all night.

Fu Xingzhou's condition was not as good as usual, and there was a faint blue layer under his long and narrow eyes, obviously he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

When he didn't go to the company, Fu Xingzhou didn't wear the suit he always wears on weekdays. Instead, he dressed very casually, looking much younger than before.

Fu Xingzhou held Sangqiao in his arms with both hands, and leaned lazily on the soft leather bedside.

He squeezed Sangqiao tightly into his arms, and raised his eyelids as if in some distress: "Are we not married?"

Sang Qiao pursed his lips: "...it's over."

Fu Xingzhou held Sang Qiao's hand in his palm and played with it: "Didn't you get a marriage certificate?"

Sang Qiao: "... I got it."

Fu Xingzhou lightly bit the tip of Xia Sangqiao's ear: "Honey, is there a problem?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao watched himself jump into the hole dug by Fu Xingzhou, and even took the initiative to cover himself with two pitches of soil, wrinkled his face and regretted: "My wife doesn't sound good."

Fu Xingzhou indulged Sang Qiao's playfulness, and followed him: "What's not good about it?"

With a serious face, Sang Qiao grabbed Fu Xingzhou's fingers to show the facts and reasoned: "My wife is called a girl...I am a man. A man...can't be called a wife."

This ward is a special ward prepared by the General Hospital for senior leaders.

All the equipment is the best, even the lights in the room are crystal ceiling.

The faint yellow light from the crystal chandelier scattered like waves, falling on the intertwined figures of Sangqiao and Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Qiao's complexion is a kind of paleness that has not seen the sun all year round, lacking a sense of health.

At this time, after being smudged by the warm light, it showed a soft and warm color.

From Fu Xingzhou's perspective, he could just see a small mole on Sangqiao's collarbone.

Same as his master.

endearing.

Fu Xingzhou's eyes lingered on the mole for a while, and his eyes gradually became a little dumb.

His voice sank, and the hand on Sang Qiao moved a few inches.

Fu Xingzhou said: "Okay."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao just didn't wait for Fu Xingzhou's response for a long time. He was stunned when he heard a word suddenly appeared at this moment, and turned his head: "What's wrong?"

The angle at which Sang Qiao took the initiative to turn around was really suitable for kissing.

Fu Xingzhou casually kissed the corner of Sangqiao's mouth, and lovingly rubbed him into his arms: "Don't call me a wife, change someone else who doesn't know."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Fu Xingzhou seemed to really think about it, hugged Sangqiao and said, "It's called Tianbao, okay?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao felt that he was so familiar that he was about to smoke, and wished he could crawl out of Fu Xingzhou's arms in the next second and keep a distance from him: "No! No way!"

Fu Xingzhou easily suppressed Sang Qiao's thin arms and legs trying to resist, and kissed him again: "Why not?"

Sang Qiao was so dazed by Fu Xingzhou's kiss, he took a few breaths with difficulty in Fu Xingzhou's arms, and argued with reason: "Children... are called babies, I don't want to be called babies."

Fu Xingzhou slightly raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay, don't call it Baby, call it Sweet Baby."

Sang Qiao: "..."

After all, he just woke up from a coma.

Sang Qiao's energy was not as good as before, and after arguing with Fu Xingzhou for a while, he couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and even his voice became a little softer.

In addition, Fu Xingzhou seemed to have activated some strange mechanism today, which made Sangqiao repeatedly defeated.

Not only has he been tricked countless times, but he has also been secretly tricked by hooligans several times.

Sang Qiao, who only came to his senses after being quiet, felt that he was at a disadvantage.

then.

With a puffy face, Sang Qiao lay in Fu Xingzhou's arms and thought for a while very, very seriously.

After contemplating the words, she said to him again: "Fu Xingzhou, don't be like this... The two of us won't last long. We don't have that emotional foundation, so I'm just blind... No, I just listen to other people's marriage. "

Sang Qiao swallowed back his vulgar words in the market, trying to make it official and decent: "You said you liked me before... Maybe it was the...that word you used all of a sudden, hallucination! When you see other people later , if you don't have hallucinations, you won't..."

"I don't like you anymore?"

Fu Xingzhou interrupted Sang Qiao.

Sang Qiao couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad. He hung his head in silence for two seconds, and nodded awkwardly and timidly.

Fu Xingzhou's good mood for one night seemed to be completely splashed by a basin of cold water.

He tightened his hands on Sang Qiao's waist, paused for a few seconds, and said, "Qiaoqiao, do you like the stage?"

Sang Qiao's beautiful eyes widened a little when asked.

After a while, he nodded.

Fu Xingzhou said: "Why do you like it?"

Sang Qiao thought about it honestly: "Well, I didn't seem to like it at first... But when I performed last time, I found that it would be a good thing if so many people looked at me together..."

Fu Xingzhou seemed to smile: "Is Qiaoqiao's liking for the stage an illusion?"

Sang Qiao froze for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

when he was on stage.

Stand in the spotlight.

When the spotlight was only on him.

Just in that moment.

Even if only for that moment.

At least no one in this world would choose to abandon him.

Sang Qiao leaned in Fu Xingzhou's arms obediently, thought for a while quietly, and repeated again: "I like the stage, not an illusion."

The night is slightly cool.

The autumn and winter weather in Beicheng is chilly, and the last leaves are panting on the branches and falling down.

But the ward seemed warm.

Except for the sound of oxygen in the water.

And what Fu Xingzhou said in Sangqiao's ear: "Similarly, Qiaoqiao, my liking for you is not an illusion."

Fu Xingzhou's voice grazed Sangqiao's ear bones, flowed along the silent moonlight, and then flowed back to the place in his heart along the dried blood at the bottom of Sangqiao's heart.

It seems to have endured for a long time.

Fu Xingzhou continued with the next sentence: "Sangqiao, I like you more than just. If you must let me say it clearly, then I will explain it this time——I love you very much, Sangqiao."

Sang Qiao's figure was almost fragile, and he trembled when he heard these words, turning around as if in disbelief.

Fu Xingzhou, like a carnivore that had been waiting for its prey for a long time, captured all the sights that Sang Qiao looked over.

Then he said calmly: "I said I won't ask your opinion again, so I'll tell you directly——Sang Qiao, I won't divorce you. In the future, I will spend life, old age, sickness and death with you."

Sang Qiao seemed to be taken aback by Fu Xingzhou, and was in a daze for a long time without speaking.

Fu Xingzhou stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the strands of hair from Sangqiao's forehead behind his ears: "I've given you enough time to adapt, and I don't care about your so-called minor problems."

Sang Qiao looked up at the person in front of him.

Fu Xingzhou leaned over slightly, and planted a kiss on Sangqiao's forehead: "But the same, Sangqiao, don't reject me again. Don't make excuses, don't imagine that I won't want you, you know?"

Sang Qiao hesitated for a while, then said in a low voice, "Then you won't...don't want me?"

"will not."

Fu Xingzhou kissed Sangqiao's dry lips again, and said softly, "Qiaoqiao wants to know what I think about every day?"

Sang Qiao faced Fu Xingzhou and sat on him.

Look straight and you can see his eyes.

Sang Qiao's sixth sense told him that it was best not to know, so he shook his head very sincerely.

But Fu Xingzhou didn't listen to Sang Qiao, hugged him closer from his lap, and lowered his voice: "My daily fantasy is to lock Qiao Qiao at home, in the bedroom, and watch Qiao Qiao cry on the bed every day." , it’s better to cry and fall asleep on the bed.”

Sang Qiao: "..."

Before Sang Qiao got angry.

Fu Xingzhou said again: "So don't hurt your body anymore. If it's really uncomfortable, Qiaoqiao, my husband will make you hurt in other ways, okay?"