MTL - You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!-Chapter 87

"What?" Fu Yan looked inexplicable, looked at him sideways, and found that he was quite serious. He didn't know which person was eating the vinegar. Fu Yan was too lazy to take care of him and opened his hand and went back to the house.

Chu Xiangtian fell to the end, touched the chin, I feel that the young master may really like this tone, just sorry to say.

For a few days, Fu Wei discovered that some of the bandits were mysterious and secret. After Fu’s closed door thanked the guests, there was no constant visitor to disturb. The whole leisurely family was probably Chu Xiangtian.

In the past, when Fu Wei was busy, Chu Xiangtian had nothing to do, and he would find a place in Fu’s side to watch the small words quietly. When Fu Wei finished the business, the two went out to go shopping or eat together, but this In a few days, he suddenly went on his feet.

Fu Hao's busy space, he didn't know where to go in a blink of an eye.

He was puzzled, but he was embarrassed to ask. After all, Chu Xiangtian was so big that he couldn’t stick to him all day. If he asked him, he would look very small. .

This state continued until the day of Fu Shengshengchen.

On the 15th of the twelfth lunar month, Fu Yan was born at the age of seventeen.

Just blinking in the morning, Fu Wei was pressed by a man for a while, and Chu Xiangtian was succumbed to him. The words were meaningful. "It grew up one year old."

Fu Hao still didn't wake up. When he was instinctive and dangerous, he pushed him hard and snorted: "Get up and wash."

However, the man seems to be talking very well today, and kissed him, and he got up and gave him clothes.

Not long after the tidy up, Li Qingnian a group of people took the gift to the door.

Although Xiaoshengchen did not dare to do big work, he still invited Li Qingnian to come and live. Fu Youqin personally cooked the longevity noodles, and Fu Shuyue dug out the flowers and wines buried a few years ago to give everyone a drink.

Fu Wei finished eating a long longevity noodles. Li Qingnian cheered and slammed the good wine in front of him. Fu Yan did not shirk it, and took the wine glass and finished drinking it.

They are all young and energetic young people. Pushing the cup for a change in the atmosphere is more intense, Fu Wei was affected by them, and unwittingly drank a lot, dizzy and hold his head, laughing and watching them.

Only Chu Xiangtian's color does not change, there is no half-drunken state, and Li Qingnian, who is still only a few sober, is also buried, let the next person settle the drunks, and then take the drunk young master back.

Fu Wei felt that she was a little bit hot, like a worm baby moving in the man's arms, Chu Xiangtian hugged him, helplessly said: "Don't move."

Drunk, the young master was not obedient at all, reached out to his cheek, and asked fiercely, "What about my gift?" Others gave gifts, only Chu Xiangtian had not sent.

"You are embarrassed, don't move, I will take you to see." Chu Xiangtian turned him up, holding the man did not go back to the house, but went to the East Room.

The room in the East House used to live in Chu Xiangtian, but since he successfully climbed the bed of Xiao Shaoye, he never lived again.

It is now just in the right place.

Putting people in the soft couch, Chu turned to the sky and closed the door, and isolated the cold outside.

There was no light in the room and the light was dim. Chu turned to the sky and made a fire, and lit the candlestick in the room.

The floor-standing candlestick is made of a peach tree. There are lively leaves and peach blossoms on the copper-cast branches. The blooming peach-flowered part is a red candle. When the whole candlestick is lit, it seems to be lit. A peach blossom of a tree.

The drunken Fu Xing was awakened by candlelight, and his eyes were blurred, and he saw the candlelight of the tree. Half-supported the body, Fu Yan slowly looked at the environment.

This room may not be called a "room". It is more like an indoor garden. The whole place is full of flowers, leaving only a path for people to walk. Because the weather is cold, the path is still cold. A thick blanket is laid, and even if the bare feet are stepped on, it won't feel cold.

At the two ends of the carpet, one is the soft collapse of Fu Wei, and the other is a wooden swing wrapped with flowers.

Chu Xiangtian went to another "peach tree". Fu Yan sat up and suddenly saw a slippery cloth on his cheek. He looked sideways and saw the peach-shaped candlestick. Colored ribbons.

There seems to be a word on the ribbon. He grabbed a piece of effort to identify the dim candlelight and found that it was a love poem.

"In heaven, I am willing to be a lovebird, and I am willing to tie my mind in the land..."

The love poems are lingering, sour, he has a goose bump, and the wine is a little bit awake. He grabbed two more, and all of them wrote love poems.

The chaotic brain turned slowly, and Fu’s eyes fell on his back to his man.

"what are these?"

"Gift, do you like it?" The man came over and squatted in front of him. The colored ribbon swayed with his movements. It was not too ugly, but when he thought of the love poems written on it, Fu Yan felt a breeze. The sole of the foot poured down the back of the head.

Fu Mo was silent, thinking that after all, this person's heart is still a violation of the heart.

Chu Xiangtian showed a really so look, whispered: "Prepare for a few days, you like it, but the outside world is too cold. Otherwise it would be better to be in the garden."

Fu Wei: "..."

He was shocked and couldn't speak, unconsciously grabbed a ribbon, and some stuttered and asked: "The poems above and above... are you writing?"

"Well," Chu Xiangtian squatted on the ground, and his height was just against his forehead. "I won't make poetry... I asked someone to find some well-written copy."

Fu Xin was soft in his heart, thinking that the man was holding the brush with impatience and carefully copying the poems on the ribbon, and felt that these messy arrangements had become pleasing to the eye.

If Chu Xiangtian touched his lips like nothing, he murmured: "I will give you a good copy every year?"

"..." Fu Wei's soft and messy expression suddenly stiffened. He did not immediately promise him, but asked vaguely: "How come I suddenly want to copy poetry?"

Chu Xiangtian screwed his eyebrows and thought it was a little unhappy. "I asked you last time."

Last time... Fu Yan recalled a long while, and suddenly remembered to say goodbye to Zhou Chuanqing that day, he did not have a word to ask.

Fu Hao didn't take care of him at the time. He didn't expect this person to be his default.

Fu Xiao was crying and laughing, and he seemed to have eaten a sour fruit. His heart was sour and soft.

"Why don't you ask me more?" Fu Wei took the initiative to take his neck, and the black eyes reflected the little candlelight, like the night sky filled with stars.

Chu Xiangtian was fascinated by him, and he went to kiss him, and asked vaguely, "What are you asking?"

"Ask me if I like you like this."

The lingering kiss stopped, Chu Xiangtian slowly pressed people on the soft couch, and asked from the good, "Would you like me like this?"

Fu Yan’s eyes were bright, and he got up and pressed him down. He sat on him and kissed him when he was condescending. “Like.”

"Even if you don't write poetry, you won't write an article, you won't be a sour literati, and sometimes it's more fierce than a bandit. I like it too."

Chu took a breath to the sky, pressed his back and pressed the man down, and instantly took his mind.

Fu Wei was on him, feeling his heart beat, and actively pulling his lips to match his plunder.

The corner of the heater was extinguished, the warm heat rose into the air, and then spread around, warming the room.

The temperature in the room is getting higher and higher, and the plants that have been quiet have finally couldn’t help but whisper.

"It's so hot, I am going to suffocate."

“Why should we put all of us together? My flowers are squashed.”

Suddenly a young voice was inserted. "What are the two human beings doing?"

"Matching." The flower that answered it was obviously seen in the big world. When he opened his mouth, he scared the little flower that asked the question. "Humans like to mate in our face. I have seen it many times." They thought I didn't know anything."

The tender voice is stuttering. "Do humans and humans have to bear seeds?"

"The human saying is called a child." Laocheng's flower corrects its claim.

"..."

Fu Xiao, who was in a state of confusion, suddenly froze, slamming his clothes and whispering softly: "Don't wait, wait..."

Chu Xiangtian did not understand, thinking that he was shy, whispered and persuaded: "This is a jade, put it in. Yes, it won't hurt in the future."

Fu Yan’s face turned red, and he shook his head hard. The whispers of the plants in his ear grew louder and louder. He bit his teeth and said shame: “They will see.”