The Villain is Born with a Sweet Tooth

The meeting place is set at a restaurant.

It was the first time that the mother and son had such a formal meeting. They were strangers to each other, and they didn't speak until the dishes were served.

After figuring out some things, Zheng Qiuyi was no longer as cold and sharp as before when facing Tang Zhou.

She carefully looked at her son who was close at hand.

He has a handsome appearance and an extraordinary bearing. Apart from his indifferent expression, there is nothing wrong with him.

She looked at it for a long time before she looked away, picked up her chopsticks and said, "Let's eat first, the food is getting cold."

Although Tang Zhou felt awkward, he didn't feel uncomfortable with his stomach. He picked out his favorite dishes and ate them slowly.

He never made a sound when he ate, etiquette and upbringing were engraved in his bones, and his drooping eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, making him look extraordinarily well-behaved.

Zheng Qiuyi smiled secretly, feeling dazed.Everyone said that her son was aloof and arrogant, how could he be cute and cute?

Tang Zhou actually had a lot to ask, but if Zheng Qiuyi didn't say it, he couldn't take the initiative to do so.

The affair between him and Fu Shen is fake, but others don't know.He was worried that Zheng Qiuyi had said something to Fu Shen that he shouldn't have said. Although Fu Shen was able to bend and stretch, this incident happened because of him. If Fu Shen suffered an innocent disaster, he would feel guilty.

Moreover, it always feels strange that this kind of bloody plot happened to me.

The meal ended with the mother and son cranky.

Zheng Qiuyi silently memorized the dishes that Tang Zhou stretched out more chopsticks, and said seriously, "You really like him?"

Tang Zhou raised his eyelashes, his light brown pupils were as clear as glass, but he was deeply impatient.

"What the hell did you tell him?"

Zheng Qiuyi said truthfully, "Let him leave you."

Tang Zhou: "..." It really is this kind of bloody plot at eight o'clock.

Poor Fu Shen.

"But he didn't agree," Zheng Qiuyi said again, "he is kind of sincere to you."

She could tell that the boy named Fu Shen really had a different look when he mentioned Tang Zhou.

Of course, it does not rule out that the other party has excellent acting skills.

Tang Zhou almost laughed out loud.

sincere?Fu Shen was just interested in his investment funds, where did his sincerity come from?

He said blankly, "I hope you don't do these things in the future."

Seeing his attitude, Zheng Qiuyi flinched subconsciously, but when she thought of today's purpose, she mustered up her courage again and said, "I just want to ask, do you want the Tang family?"

Tang Zhou was surprised.

This mother, who had no sense of existence in his life of more than 20 years, is now looking at him expectantly with almost gentle eyes.

Illusion, he thought.

Even in the dream, when he saved the Tang family from being penniless, all he got was Zheng Qiuyi's cold eyes.

Tang Zhou didn't want to try the feeling of being abandoned by all his relatives for a second time.

The grievance hidden in his heart turned into hostility, and he said with a sting in his words: "Since you have never cared about me, why bother to ask now?"

The young man's eyes were slightly red, and the questioning tone sounded tough, but it made people feel sour.

Zheng Qiuyi's heart felt like a needle prick, and there was a lot of pain, and she almost shed tears.

While she loathes the Tang family, how good is she herself?How cruel was she to throw such a small child in that cold-blooded house?

At this moment, Zheng Qiuyi really regretted it.

She rubbed her eyes and said hoarsely, "If you want it, I'll fight for you; if you don't want it, I don't care."

Tang Zhou heard the tiredness in the second half of her sentence, and was startled, "What do you mean?"

Zheng Qiuyi smiled and changed the subject: "Do you only like boys?"

Tang Zhou turned to look at the teacup.

He has never liked boys, nor girls, and he doesn't know, how can he answer?

But this appearance is the default in Zheng Qiuyi's eyes.After everything was figured out, she couldn't think of objecting.

Her life is only a few dozen years, and she has been muddled for more than 40 years. In the eyes of others, she is considered happy and happy, but who can know the sadness?

If you are destined to marry someone you don't like, it's better to find someone you like and live your whole life.

"It would be nice if he could be with you for the rest of your life." Zheng Qiuyi sighed slightly, "It's just that his temper is a bit oppressive."

He was not polite to her elder, because he was afraid that Tang Zhou would suffer.

Tang Zhou: "..."

Isn't it oppressive?On the surface, Fu Shen was gentle and polite, but in his heart he was stronger than anyone else, and he was fussy, he would repay every detail, and he would not let himself suffer in the slightest.

Tsk, why keep mentioning him?

Chasing away the figure in his mind, Tang Zhou got up and said, "There's nothing else, I'll go back first."

Zheng Qiuyi became anxious, "You haven't said whether you want the Tang family yet."

Tang Zhou said coldly: "I will handle my affairs myself."

After saying that, without giving Zheng Qiuyi a chance to speak, he strode out of the restaurant.

Sitting back in the car, Tang Zhou leaned back and sighed deeply.

Want to smoke again.

As soon as his hand reached into the storage compartment, Fu Shen's words appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously retracted.

He didn't understand, since he had been left alone for so many years, why did he come to him now?Is it just because of the heir thing?

But the soft light in Zheng Qiuyi's eyes and the gentleness of his tone did not seem to be fake, it did not match the image of his mother in his memory at all, but it had an unparalleled attraction.

The long-lost sourness welled up in his heart, and Tang Zhou stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, trying to hide the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Isn't it just a hypocritical concern that he keeps spurning himself?There is no need to care.

Really don't care.

After sitting quietly in the quiet carriage for 10 minutes, he regained his energy and drove back to his residence.

As soon as he entered the door, the soft lights of the living room greeted his eyes, and a warm current suddenly poured into his cold heart.

Fu Shen was sitting on the sofa dealing with affairs, when he heard the movement and turned around, his amber eyes were instantly stained with a smile, he got up and walked over, took out slippers from the shoe cabinet, bent down and put them in front of his feet, and asked, "Are you full? "

The boy was tall and handsome, his eyebrows were dyed with thick ink, his eyes were deep and deep, and he was looking at a person intently.The figure reflected in the pupils was staring blankly at the sandals on the ground without saying a word.

Fu Shen noticed that he was not in a good mood, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Tang Zhou put on his slippers and looked up at him.The eye sockets are a little red, and the voice is a little soft.

"I want to smoke."

Fu Shen raised his eyebrows: "...no way."

Tang Zhou sniffed and said hoarsely, "I just want to smoke."

He didn't feel so sad at first, but the moment he just entered the door, he saw the warm and peaceful home, and saw Fu Shen coming to greet him with a smile, and the grievances in his heart surged up.

He has never cried since he was sensible.Even when he was extremely cold in his dream, he didn't cry.

But now, he felt that his nose was sore and his throat was so astringent that he couldn't control it at all, but he continued to suppress it, trying to vent it out by smoking.

Seeing those light brown eyes covered with mist, and trying to recede, Fu Shen's heart softened, mixed with a bit of bitterness.

He took Tang Zhou's wrist and led Tang Zhou to the sofa to sit obediently, "Smoking is worse than drinking."

Tang Zhou looked up at him without blinking, "But I don't know how to drink."

Fu Shen smiled, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get two cans of beer, opened one and handed it to Tang Zhou, "Try it."

The aggrieved young man hesitated to take it, seeing that Fu Shen was the first to take a sip, he took a sip too.

The entrance was icy cold, but after a while, the body and face became hot.

His drinking capacity was really low, but he was already dizzy after only half of it, staring at the person in front of him with misty eyes and asking, "Why are there two Fu Shens..."

Fu Shen got up and made a gesture to take the wine in his hand, "You are drunk, stop drinking."

"No!" Tang Zhou waved his hand away unreasonably, "I want to drink!"

Ton ton ton took a few mouthfuls.

A little wine trickled down the corners of his lips, passed through the graceful chin, flowed through the slender and white neck, and landed on the collarbone, rolling around, as if tempting to pick.

Fu Shen's eyes suddenly darkened, and he took out a tissue to wipe it for him, bit by bit, wiping off the light rice wine, revealing the original delicate skin.

His movements were very light, Tang Zhou was tickled by him, stretched out his hand in confusion, and accused him with red eyes: "Why are you bullying me?"

Fu Shen gripped the soft paper tightly, his eyes focused and deep.

"I bullied you?"

Tang Zhou stretched out his hand to cover his neck, tears welled up in his eyes, but they couldn't shed.

"You tickle me so much."

Fu Shen sighed secretly, even though he wanted to cry so much, he still tried his best to bear it. If he hadn't been drinking, he might have to hold back again tonight.

"You got something there, I'm cleaning it for you." Fu Shen said patiently.

Tang Zhou stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head away from him with a cold snort.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, it made you itchy, I'll apologize to you, don't be angry." Fu Shen squatted in front of him, tugging at the hem of his clothes in a funny way.

Tang Zhou saw that he had apologized, so of course he chose to forgive him. When he turned around, a gleam of crystal slipped from the corner of his eyes.

He was stunned, wiped it away with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "How could this be?"

Fu Shen was about to comfort him, but saw the young man standing up suddenly, staggering into the bedroom.He was worried and hurried to follow.

As soon as he walked in, he froze in place.

The closet door was wide open, and Tang Zhou sat on the edge of the bed with his back to him, holding a huge teddy bear in his arms, motionless.

Fu Shen stood at the door for a long time, until the faint sound of weeping came to his ears, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

His chest was suffocated to the point of pain, and he walked up to Tang Zhou.

The young man's entire face was buried in the down of the teddy bear, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.

Even crying, he restrained himself from making a sound, so obedient that his heart ached.

Fu Shen knew that he should be given room to vent, but he was really worried that Tang Zhou would be suffocated to death by the doll bear, so he said in a low voice, "If you do this, the bear will be out of breath."

The young man holding the bear paused, then slowly raised half of his face, his eyes were red from crying, and he looked at Fu Shen pitifully, "Then what should we do?"

"I do not know."

Tang Zhou's eyelashes were covered with tears, and he didn't understand what it meant.

Fu Shen took the teddy bear away and took him into his arms.

"I won't be out of breath."

The warm and gentle atmosphere surrounded Tang Zhou, and the man's embrace was like a shelter from the wind and rain, and his heart immediately settled down.

The author has something to say: Chapter V will be updated at zero o’clock on Thursday~ that is, at twelve o’clock tonight, thank you for your continued support, and please continue to support Zhouzhou~

Thank you Yan Yan for the rockets, grenades and mines, thank you Gu Nuanqin and Mo Yu for the mines

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Qiao Ya was assassinated when he was young, and his mental strength gradually collapsed after he succeeded to the throne. He often couldn't control his violent emotions, and became a tyrant in the eyes of the people of the empire.

Just when the Academy of Sciences diagnosed him with only one year to live, he was bound to a "Renjun" system.

The system said that as long as he earnestly completes the task and accumulates enough points, he will be able to obtain a spiritual healing potion and continue his life.

Qiao Ya agreed, but he didn't expect that the task was to make him "sweet talk"!

then--

Duke of the Empire: Your Majesty, Marshal Renault's prestige in the army is getting higher and higher. Maybe one day he will lead the group of civilians to rebel!

Qiao Ya was expressionless: Your Excellency, the amethyst on your cuff today is too beautiful to behold.

Imperial Duke OS: Could it be that His Majesty has taken a fancy to the amethyst veins in his territory?Uneasy.JPG

Chancellor of the Exchequer: Your Majesty, due to wars and natural disasters, the treasury has shrunk a lot this year.

Qiao Ya was expressionless: The store run by your wife is very popular, and your vision is worthy of recognition.

Chancellor of the Exchequer OS: Is His Majesty accusing him of not working hard enough?No, he has to rise up!painstaking efforts.JPG

The dean of the Academy of Sciences blamed himself: Your Majesty, the mental restoration agent has not yet been researched!

Qiao Ya was expressionless: Your previous achievements can already be recorded in the annals of history.

Dean OS: Your Majesty is so merciful!He must research the potion that can save His Majesty!tears in my eyes.JPG

Marshal of the Empire who has made great achievements in battle: Your Majesty, the Zerg is about to make a comeback. It is necessary to strengthen the military reserve and select talents from all over the empire, regardless of their background.

Qiao Ya's face was distorted: Marshal, your physique looks particularly strong and heroic today.

Renault:?

later.

The Duke of the Empire sincerely offers all the veins of amethyst;

The Chancellor of the Exchequer humbly reported that the treasury reserves had doubled;

The dean of the Academy of Sciences has developed a primary spiritual restoration agent;

The Reichsmarshal unreservedly displayed his muscular physique.

Joya shook her hands and wrote the next entry in her diary: On the pros and cons of being sweet.