Kiss her 90,000 times

Shi Wan looked at the emoji behind her.

:)

Inexplicably feel weird.

——This is not like Fu Conglin's style.

On WeChat messages, he cherishes words like gold, especially impersonal.

How did she know that she ran away Fu Conglin in anger last night, so angry that he didn't sleep well all night.

After booking the plane ticket, the car was thrown away, and he flew to Jiangcheng overnight, and went to the mansion to get the books that Wei Xingzhou gave him, including the ones he bought himself.

Read one after another.

Make up your mind.

Stalking with the cheek.

The book says that women are always soft-hearted.

There is nothing to do, if soft is not enough, then hard, or both soft and hard.

Fu Conglin stayed up late until his eyelids turned blue.

Gradually, I got rid of the depression in my heart, and after doing several times of psychological construction, I finally made sense of myself.

Seeing him, Wei Xingzhou couldn't help but smile innocently, "Brother, there was a lot of trouble yesterday..."

Look at the dark circles under the eyes, I must have been happy with the third sister-in-law for a long time.

Fu Conglin glanced at him coldly, with a gloomy breath overflowing.

Gradually he sensed something was wrong, he poked Zhao Xiande's waist, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong, third brother?"

Zhao Xian looked at Fu Conglin's displeasure, and he could probably guess that he suffered from Shi Wan's embarrassment.

I wanted to laugh a bit, but I didn't dare to laugh, so I suppressed it, patted Wei Xingzhou's head, and said in an educational tone, "Don't ask children about adults."

Wei Xingzhou: "..."

God what a child!
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Fu Conglin's birthday was really aggrieved and boring.

When I went back to the old house for dinner in the evening, Uncle Liu stood at the door to greet him as usual, with a smile on his face, but he was a little less enthusiastic, "The young master is back! The old man is waiting inside."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously glanced behind him.

The obvious thing is to see if Shiwan is here.

But now that Fu Conglin and Shi Wan are divorcing, everyone in the old house should know about it.

It seems that the responsibility is entirely on Fu Conglin.

When asked, he was also stubborn, he didn't say anything, and he carried everything by himself.

Uncle Liu sighed sadly.

Fu Conglin: "..."

He was still there, but he could hear everything clearly.

Both sisters didn't come. After all, birthdays happen every year, and Fu Conglin is not such a lively person.

When I walked in, I greeted Mr. Fu and my parents next to each other.

It's been so long since the divorce, the old man's face looks the same as usual.

Of course the happiest is mother Duan Suhua.

Fu Conglin didn't have a good rest last night, so she told her to see it at a glance, looking at his face, her heart ached, "Even if you are busy with work, you must take care of your body, look at the black eyes..."

Fu Conglin avoided her scrutiny uncomfortably, "I'm fine, Mom."

He turned his head slightly, it's hard to say that he had an argument with Shi Wan last night, was so angry with her that he couldn't sleep, and then read those ridiculous books.

"You seem to have lost some weight again. I think you've been living in the old house during this time. Mom will make soup for you to replenish your body..."

"Need not."

Fu Conglin cleared his throat and moved his neck a little. Duan Suhua wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly his eyes stopped, his heart beat violently, he quickly suppressed his exclamation, and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Fu Conglin was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Duan Suhua was very confused, look what she saw on her son's neck.

The red mark is not an innocent person, it can be seen at a glance, it is clearly a hickey!

Since Fu Conglin's divorce, it's not that Duan Suhua hasn't tried to help him.Every time he was busy with work and had no time to perfunctory.

She wanted to hug her grandson very badly.

But Fu Conglin couldn't get angry, and she couldn't help it.

Duan Suhua lowered her voice, "Cong Lin, tell mom honestly, is there a woman by your side?"

Fu Conglin's eyelids twitched for no reason, pretending to be ignorant: "Mom, what are you talking about?"

"You still want to hide it from your mother," Duan Suhua stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, "How did all this come about?"

Fu Conglin glanced at it with lowered eyes, but couldn't see anything, and planned to pretend to be confused, "I don't understand what and what."

If Duan Suhua hadn't seen his calm face because of the conclusive evidence, she would have almost believed his words.

Take a deep breath.

Duan Suhua knew it in his heart, heaved a sigh of relief, and said, how to reject her arrangement, it turned out that he had his own idea.

Don't worry, don't worry, sometimes Wan Wan is afraid that she won't be able to get on the stage because of her lessons learned from the past, so she still plans to ask, "Which family is the daughter? Does mother know her? A local?"

Fu Conglin pondered for a moment, and finally satisfied her curiosity, "You know me."

"I know you?" Duan Suhua laughed and thought about it, since she knew a famous lady from a famous family, it would not be bad.

"What's your last name, and what kind of person are you?"

Looking at the smile on her face, Fu Conglin knew what she was thinking, but in the end he still wanted to disappoint her. Fu Conglin slightly lowered his eyelids, thinking about Shi Wan, and said: "She is very good, sensible and considerate."

It's just that he has a bit of a temper.

When did Duan Suhua hear him praise others from his son, let alone a woman, he suddenly smiled, "That's a good thing."

He also said: "When you are free, bring her to the old house for a meal, and my mother will give you the palm of your hand."

"Not urgent."

"Why are you not in a hurry? You are already 29!" Several friends around her hugged Jinsun.

Fu Conglin frowned slightly, and then said with a stern voice: "Mom, don't worry about it, I will definitely bring it to you when I have a chance."

After he said that, Duan Suhua had no choice but to give up, and was a little unwilling, "Then you have to act faster."

Fu Conglin probably knew what she meant, lowered his head and took a sip of his tea, his brows stretched out, "Mom, I'm still pursuing her now."

Duan Suhua was shocked, and his curiosity was aroused, "Are you still chasing people? Do you need your mother's help?"

Duan Suhua thought to herself, whoever has such a big face wants her son to chase after her.

Fu Conglin: "Don't meddle in this matter, and don't investigate."

Duan Suhua was not very happy.

Fu Conglin continued: "You also know that no matter what your son says, he is divorced. She is innocent. Wouldn't it be a grievance to be with me? If Mom, you come over abruptly at this time and scare people away, your son will go Where can I find another satisfactory daughter-in-law for you?"

It makes sense.

Fu Conglin's casual nonsense is always rigid.

After speaking, I wanted to laugh.

Just Shiwan, who is innocent?Didn't you just fool around last night?

Hearing this, Duan Suhua really gave up the idea of ​​inquiring.

Unable to hear him belittle herself so much, Duan Suhua said: "What's the matter with divorce? Even if divorced, there are a lot of people who want to marry into our Fu family!"

This is true, I am afraid that it is not enough to line up from the beginning of the city to the end of the city.

He couldn't help but blame Shi Wan again, because of her, Cong Lin has become a man who wants to remarry, making it difficult to chase girls now.

After giving Duan Suhua a reassurance shot, Fu Conglin ended the topic, got up and went to the bathroom.

Turning down the collar, I saw conspicuous red marks on the neck, and faint tooth marks.

Almost instantly, he thought of last night when Shi Wan bit and scratched him in his arms.

Fu Conglin withdrew his gaze, rolled his throat a few times, suppressing the dryness.

Taking out the phone to check, Shi Wan didn't reply him any message.

"Tsk." Fu Conglin frowned slightly, a little annoyed.