After marrying the richest husband

The dinner was well prepared, basically all the dishes that Sangqiao likes, the taste is a bit heavy, but not too spicy.

Sang Qiao actually had dinner before the performance, and drank a big cup of hot chocolate on the way back, so he was so full that he wasn’t hungry at all.

As a result, not long after returning to the bedroom, Fu Xingzhou ate him up from the beginning to the end. There was not even a trace of bones left, and his hungry stomach began to growl again.

While being angry, Sang Qiao turned his grief into appetite, and ate his belly full with open appetite.

After a meal.

Fu Xingzhou worked hard and put all the dishes into the dining car that was pushed up, and arranged for servants to clean up, then looked at Sang Qiao with soft eyes: "Have you eaten?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao burped.

It is probably because he has not had enough to eat since he was a child. Sangqiao has always eaten quickly and hula-la-la-la-la-la is very efficient.

In addition, Sangqiao loves to eat all the dishes in the kitchen tonight, and he didn't pay attention to the amount of food for a while. After eating two bowls of rice, he belatedly remembered that the physique teacher told them in the training room that dinner should not be more than six minutes full , If you are fat, it will be particularly ugly on camera.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Although Sang Qiao never had the trouble of gaining weight before, but——

What if life is good recently and you gain weight by accident?

Sang Qiao wiped his mouth with a tissue, and glanced at Fu Xingzhou guilty.

Fu Xingzhou pulled Sang Qiao up from the soft sofa: "Take Qiao Bao to the rooftop for some tea to relieve the tiredness, okay?"

Tonight's weather is bad, not suitable for going out for a walk, and you can't exercise immediately after dinner.

Sangqiao, who was full, lost most of his gas, and his fart pain was no longer so painful.

He pursed his lips and let Fu Xingzhou lead him to the rooftop together.

Since Sang Qiao moved to Fu Xingzhou's master bedroom, the things in the room where he first lived on the third floor were gradually moved to the second floor bit by bit like ants moving house, and covered by a huge number of advantages The original objects in Fu Xingzhou's house.

On the dance practice room of Sangqiao on the third floor, the large/character poster that Fu Xingzhou was strictly prohibited from entering was still stuck on it.

When the two walked over together, Fu Xingzhou's gaze remained on the paper for a few seconds.

Sang Qiao rarely felt a little embarrassed.

Just as he was about to secretly switch to the other side to block Fu Xingzhou's sight, he saw Fu Xingzhou turn around, kiss Sang Qiao's ear, and said in a low voice, "It's a pity."

Sang Qiao blinked: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou's handsome face looked quite serious, he bowed his head, and said indifferently: "The mirror used inside is specially custom-made from a European court mirror maker, and its brightness and clarity are the best in the world."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was so angry that he stepped on Fu Xingzhou again.

The sun room on the third floor is made of fully enclosed glass. In addition to the Sangqiao swing, it has already been equipped with matching supplies and wicker chairs.

Because the space is large enough, I don't know what kind of strange thoughts the person who arranged it put a spacious hammock inside.

The indoor air conditioner and the stove were turned on at the same time, the teapot and the whole tea set were placed beside the stove, the hot water was boiling, and the room was as warm as spring, as if it was completely isolated from all the cold air outside the house.

The air in Beicheng in winter is always not very good, but a few stars appeared tonight.

Sang Qiao raised his head and looked out from the glass above his head. The stars in the pitch-black sky looked extraordinarily bright, as if they were really twinkling.

Fu Xingzhou took off a white fox fur cloak from the rattan wooden hanger, walked behind Sangqiao and put it on him: "What are you looking at?"

The warm fur wrapped around Sangqiao's neck, making his complexion even fairer.

Sang Qiao stretched out his arms from under the cloak, and gestured to Fu Xingzhou: "Do you think that is the North Star?"

Fu Xingzhou was silent for a moment, looked along the south side of Sangqiao's finger, and then regained his senses sincerely and kissed Sangqiao's hair: "Well, Qiaoqiao is so smart."

Sang Qiao himself has always been unclear about the direction, so he only glanced at Fu Xingzhou suspiciously, and then accepted the praise from Fu Xingzhou: "Of course, I am very smart."

Fu Xingzhou raised the corner of his lips, and kissed Sangqiao twice more, then poured out half a cup of water from the hot teapot, added it to the drinking water to mix the temperature, and handed it to Sangqiao: "Twenty minutes after the meal , take the medicine first."

Sang Qiao glanced at the large and small pills with distaste, and took the water glass from Fu Xingzhou reluctantly.

Since the last self-inflicted injury, Sang Qiao didn't dare to stop the medicine by himself. During this time, he has been very honest in taking medicine on time and on schedule.

In addition, Fu Xingzhou found a professional nutritionist to give him health care products and various chewable tablets to combat the side effects of the drugs. In short, every time he took the medicine, it was very painful.

Sang Qiao hugged the water cup and nestled into Fu Xingzhou's arms, picked out the tastier pills from his palm one by one and ate them first, then ate the most bitter ones one by one with a bitter face, and finally ate it Two chewable tablets with a slightly sweet taste, and stuffed the water glass back into Fu Xingzhou's hand.

Fu Xingzhou coaxed Sangqiao a few words in a soft voice, and helped Sangqiao straighten his furry fox cloak. Then he took a teacup from the stove, took a piece of old Pu'er tea cake, and washed the tea.

Sang Qiao, who was full of food and drink, leaned against Fu Xingzhou while feeling sleepy, watching the movements of his hands with a little curiosity.

Watching the originally thin and curly tea shreds in the teapot with the lid open slowly unfurl in the hot water, followed by the fragrance of tea.

In Sangqiao's eyes, making tea is usually done by very high-level people, and people like him don't understand it at all.

So Sang Qiao was a little envious, and stared at him with round eyes all the time: "Fu Xingzhou, you are so good, you can do this."

Fu Xingzhou turned his head and pinched the tip of Sangqiao's nose: "My mother's family specializes in making tea, and she taught me."

Just before that.

He never made tea for others.

Fu Xingzhou lowered his eyes slightly, and didn't tell Sang Qiao what he said. His gentle eyes stayed on the man in his arms for a while, and he took out the first cup of tea.

Then came the second cup.

By the third cup of tea soup, the color is clear and quiet.

Fu Xingzhou handed the tea cup to Sang Qiao: "Taste it, be careful not to burn it."

Sang Qiao had never drank tea so meticulously since he was a child, so he took the small tea bowl with his panicked hands and took a small sip.

...I feel that it is quite delicious.

Although Sangqiao can't tell where it tastes good.

Pu'er relieves greasy, this cake is an old tea cake that Fu Xingzhou happened to photograph a few years ago, it hardly has the bitterness of raw Pu'er, and has a long aftertaste.

Sang Qiao drank several cups happily, then rubbed his stomach and returned the small tea bowl to Fu Xingzhou. After hesitating for a few seconds, he asked, "Well...Fu Xingzhou, why did Jiang Huiming say he knew your mother?"

Fu Xingzhou didn't change the teacup again, but directly poured tea for himself from the teacup Sangqiao had used.

The person in his arms leaned softly on his body.

Fu Xingzhou reached out and plucked the broken hair on Sangqiao's forehead before he said, "When my mother and Fu Zheng met for the first time, Jiang Huiming was there. He introduced the two of them."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Lying in Fu Xingzhou's arms, Sang Qiao reacted blankly for a second: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou finished his cup of tea: "At that time, Fu Zheng invested in a new laboratory, Jiang Huiming was an old sponsor, and the new laboratory belonged to my mother's school. The supervisor brought a few graduate students to dinner together."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao frowned, and suddenly felt that he hated Jiang Huiming a little bit.

Fu Xingzhou seemed to see Sang Qiao's expression, and smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter. Actually, I don't blame him. At that time, he was indeed the one who paid a lot of sponsorship fees for the laboratory in my mother's hospital."

Sang Qiao: "Oh..."

Sang Qiao didn't know how to comfort others, and he didn't know whether Fu Xingzhou needed comfort.

He was lying on Fu Xingzhou's lap, looking straight up just enough to see Fu Xingzhou's well-defined jawline.

It is obviously very beautiful.

It's not the old man those girls said.

Sang Qiao shrugged his nose, pulled the bottom button of Fu Xingzhou's shirt, and said in a low voice, "You, your mother..."

Fu Xingzhou arrested Sang Qiao's dishonest hand, played with his fingertips, and said softly, "Grandpa told you?"

Sang Qiao hummed, and felt that something was pressing on his waist, so he shifted his position very vigilantly: "You also told me that after your mother passed away, you were very busy and didn't have time to sleep, that's why you didn't come to see me... ..."

Fu Xingzhou stopped for a moment, and bent his lips: "No wonder you came to the company to find me that day."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao, who was exposed accidentally, climbed up from Fu Xingzhou's legs in anger, and planned to argue with Fu Xingzhou after sitting upright.

However, before Sangqiao could get into a good posture, Fu Xingzhou held onto his waist and pressed him back into his arms.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was so angry that he grabbed Fu Xingzhou's arm, and said loudly: "Then you lied to me at first! You also lied to me that your mother wants us to live together!"

Let him work so hard to move so many things here!

Sang Qiao gritted his teeth, preparing his words before scolding Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou first kissed Sangqiao's lips, and said in a low voice: "Qiao Bao, my mother really hopes that you will live with me earlier. I mentioned you to her."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Fu Xingzhou took Sangqiao into his arms: "She didn't object, she just asked me to help you deal with schooling first, and then wait for you to grow up."

Sang Qiao was stunned for a while and didn't speak for a long time.

The moonlight in Beicheng is silent.

Moonlight spilled into the room through the thick glass and fell on the shoulders of the two.

Sang Qiao's expression changed from surprise and disbelief at the beginning, to happiness and excitement, and finally to silence.

He subconsciously tugged on Fu Xingzhou's clothes: "Then...does your mother think I'm too bad? I don't have a degree, I don't know how to have fun, and I'm not very good at making money..."

"who said it."

Fu Xingzhou interrupted Sang Qiao, stretched out his hand and patted his fart, "My mother didn't say anything, but I will take you to meet her if I have a chance."

It's a pity that there will never be a chance.

Sang Qiao seldom felt sad, so he couldn't describe his feelings.

He nestled in Fu Xingzhou's arms, bored for a while, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Fu Xingzhou lowered his head and kissed the tip of Sangqiao's ear, and said softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Sang Qiao nodded slightly.

Fu Xingzhou hooked Sang Qiao's waist, and gently patted the person in his arms: "Baby Qiao, it's not uncomfortable, come and hug me, okay?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao huddled in Fu Xingzhou's arms with his head drooping, and stretched out his arms to hug Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou moved his hand down slowly, and his voice became hoarse: "Kiss again, okay?"

Sang Qiao's eyes were foggy, he raised his head obediently, and the well-behaved Ren Fu Xingzhou kissed him several times.

Fu Xingzhou's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

With a flash of their figures, Fu Xingzhou gently placed Sangqiao on Fujiki's reclining chair.

Fu Xingzhou leaned over to Sangqiao's ear: "Qiaobao is so good, let me push you up, don't go in, huh?"