The beautiful god of war just wants to raise a dog [Quick Transmigration]

The palm that clamped the wrist was released, and Song Shu immediately lay down beside the bed, coughing violently.

Two snow-white and slender arms clasped the edge of the bed tightly, her thin body trembled uncontrollably, and the end of her eyes blushed from coughing, like a withered flower branch in a strong wind, both poignant and heartbreaking.

Fu Congshen's movements faltered, his palm subconsciously tried to cover his slightly arched back, when suddenly someone ran over and knelt down with a plop.

"Master Fu, please spare him. He just came out to sing in his body. I really can't serve you today..." Master Fang snotted and burst into tears, holding Fu Congshen's leg and did not let go, "When he is in good health , I will definitely bring him to you to make amends, please!"

Originally, Song Shu coughed, and Fu Congshen was mostly sober from the wine. Now he was hugged by his legs and begged, his sanity completely recovered, but his anger shot up again in an instant.

what?The whole out.Could it be that he really thought he would hug a sick child by force?And after this man slapped him?

Pooh.He Fu Congshen can't do whoever he wants, so why bother to be so angry!

Uncertainly staring at the person lying sideways on the bed, panting with eyes closed, Fu Cong snorted coldly, lifted his feet and broke away from Master Fang and went out.

The manager who was guarding the outside room followed immediately, bowing his knees and smiling, "Master, please don't be angry, I will teach you a lesson for that ignorant thing later."

Fu Congshen expressionless, took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiped off a little blood on the back of his hand, threw it to him casually, took out another cigarette, and the manager immediately lit it for him with a wink.

"Go and get my coat and leather wallet." Fu Congshen ordered after leaning on the railing for a while, frowning tightly.

The manager complied immediately.

With the cigarette in his mouth, he reached out his hand to feel in his pocket, took the gun and stuck it in his waist, and then unexpectedly pulled out a golden yellow croaker.

"Take it to him to see a doctor." Throwing the gold bar to the manager, the man still had a straight face, but his eyes fell on the top of his head, "I'm not allowed to ask him to sing for a few days, I have to see it when I come back next time." A man with a full beard and a full tail, understand?"

The manager has never seen such a heavy gold bar in his life. The hand holding it is trembling, and even his breathing is stagnant. "...Yes, yes."

"How dare you sell this kind of virtue... How fucking annoying." Fu Congshen cursed again, and his expression finally returned to his usual indifference.With two fingers, he took out the remaining banknotes in the wallet, and he stuffed them into the manager's collar like alms.

The manager immediately beamed with joy and bowed again and again, almost kneeling down and shouting thank you, Master Fu.

"Master, your coat—"

Seeing that Fu Congshen turned around and was about to leave, the manager raised his voice to remind him, but the man just waved his hand impatiently.

coat?He tore his clothes, can he leave something he can wear?

……

"Xiao Niang, Xiao Niang~" Fu Nanjun ran to Song Shu's side from outside the house, and stuffed a sliced ​​apple into his mouth, "You eat it if it's hot."

Song Shu, who was leaning on the bed and reading a book, subconsciously swallowed it. The sweet and sour apple juice spread in his mouth, covering up the bitterness of the bowl of medicine just now.So Song Shu raised his eyes and smiled at him, "Where did you come from?"

"Given it by the old lady next door."

"Did you thank Granny Wang?"

"Thank you. And I helped my mother-in-law light the fire."

"Good boy." Song Shu pulled him to the side of the bed and sat down, wrapped him in his arms and took him to read together.

"Miss, are you in a bad mood?" Fu Nanjun turned around and hugged his waist, leaned on his chest and raised his head, looking at him flickeringly with dark eyes.

"No. I made money today and I'm in a good mood."

"But I see that you coughed again at night. Are you feeling unwell again?"

"No." Song Shu lowered his eyes, the light at the head of the bed made his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, looking gentle and beautiful, "My illness has been cured, so don't worry."

Fu Nanjun still didn't believe it, and touched his with a small hand, "Wow, it's so cold, I'll warm you up."

As he said that, he stuffed Song Shu's hands into his clothes, and cared about his quilt, "Have you filled the thermos? I'm afraid your feet will be cold too."

In the end, he was dragged back by Song Shu, who bent his fingers and tapped his head, "Stop making trouble, read and write quickly, and don't want to sleep if you can't finish this page."

"... Oh." Fu Nanjun was honest, but it was only a moment of depression, and then he smiled at him again, "The little girl hugged me."

Song Shu hummed, and then hugged Xiao Douding. The child was warm, and it was more convenient to hug than a thermos. He even put his chin lightly on the top of the other's hair.

Quietly staring at Fu Nanjun copying the book, Song Shu gradually lost his mind, and naturally thought of the daytime things.

A good mood?Only when you are in a good mood can you be a ghost.

It was too late for Song Shuben to be happy to see him, but he never expected that Gou Chen in this life would be such a rascal.

The first time they met, he lifted his clothes and touched his body, and stuffed money into his underwear... He often saw such scenes in restaurants these days, and they were all things done by flirtatious men, but he So proficient, it was hard for Song Shu not to think about it.

In the first few worlds, he didn't treat Gou Chen as a lover, so he didn't care whether the other party had someone else, but now it's different, as long as he thinks that the other party often fools around in such romantic places, he feels disappointed for a while.

Not to mention being jealous, after all, he only had a good impression of him because he knew that the other party was reincarnated, and after such an incident today, it naturally dissipated completely.No matter how much money the other party gave, they were still unhappy.

If...if he is really such a person...

Song Shu bulged his snow-white cheeks.

Then he doesn't want him.

……

Song Shu doesn't have to go to the opera these days, so Song Shu can take care of his health at home and teach Xiao Douding how to read and write by the way.

In fact, Fu Nanjun should hire a gentleman, but firstly, it costs money, and secondly, the level of the gentleman is not as high as his, so Song Shu simply did it himself.

Fu Nanjun is smart and quick-witted, and he listens to him very well, teaching him is effortless.The child behaved well, so Song Shu decided to give him some rewards.It just so happened that the sun was rising and it was warm on his body. He planned to take Xiao Douding to the street to buy some things for the winter.

They usually don't cook at home, they just give Granny Wang money and then go to the next door to eat, so they don't need to buy heavy things such as rice and noodles, mainly coal, thick clothes and some snacks.

Passing by the most famous pastry shop in the city on the way, the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes wafted into his nostrils. Song Shu smiled and looked at Xiao Douding, who was eager to pretend not to see, and led others in to pick out several pastries.

"Xiao Niang, we bought so much." Fu Nanjun tiptoed on the counter and watched, swallowing hard.

"Yeah, I told you that I made money, and you can tell me what you want to eat." Song Shu touched his head, and then told the waiter to make two more servings each.

"I'll give one copy to Master Fang later, and you can send one copy to Granny Wang. Remember to thank her for taking care of her."

"Good~"

Song Shu was not happy to bring Xiao Douding to the restaurant, so he asked him to make clothes and wait. That guy knew Granny Wang well, and he often took Fu Nanjun to play, and then he went to the restaurant alone.

Master Fang just came off the stage after singing a scene. He was surprised and happy to see Song Shu, and even happier to see him looking good.

"Oh, I was really scared to death a few days ago. You dared to hit Master Fu. I was afraid that you would be shot by him!"

"How can it be?" Song Shu pursed his lips, "Don't worry about me, don't kneel and beg him next time, it's not worth it."

"Nonsense! If I hadn't kowtowed that loudly, he would have spared you!" Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Master Fang sternly pulled him aside, and told him how powerful Fu Congshen was.

First of all, he is a member of the Fu family. The Fu family has been in business for generations. Although they did not develop here, they are definitely one of the best in the local area.Then he said that Fu Congshen himself went to the battlefield at the age of 16 and fought for eight years with great achievements, making the Fu family famous in the military circle.It's just that I didn't know what happened a few years ago, and I retired from the front line to do business.It is now the hottest pharmaceutical industry, and the transactions are all big customers, and it didn't take long for it to develop like a raging fire.In short, both the local military and business circles respect him as a master, and no one dares to provoke him at all.Song Shu was not shot that day, he definitely saved his life!

Song Shu listened to each other, and finally waited until the end of the scene, and immediately said goodbye to Master Fang, and slipped out of the restaurant, otherwise his ears would be callused.

Song Shu walked through the back door, and the back door was a deserted alley, only regular customers would enter and exit from here.He was about to walk out of the alley when he suddenly heard someone calling him, "Yun Zhen."

……

Fu Congshen felt that he must have fallen ill. Ever since he ate that man's mouth that day, he had been thinking about him for several days.Obviously the money was paid, the doctor made arrangements, and the manager also reported to him that he was fine and alive and kicking, but he just couldn't let it go.The little blood that fell on the back of the hand seemed to be carved on it with a knife, and I would think of it every time I was in a daze these days.

No, when passing by the restaurant, he asked the driver to stop again, and he got out of the car to smoke a cigarette as an excuse to breathe.

Then he saw something that made him very angry.

The actor who received his money and was supposed to recuperate at home unexpectedly appeared at the back door of the restaurant, and was entangled with another man endlessly!Fucking looks like it's still voluntary!

The man was good-looking, wearing a pair of gentle eyes, but his hand rested on the actor's white wrist, and he pulled him into his arms after groping, and then pinched his chin. Kiss!

Fu Cong was furious from it, slammed the cigarette butt out, threw it away, and walked over with two long legs.

On Song Shu's side, he met Dr. Zhang who often treated him. Dr. Zhang kindly asked about his condition. He was opening his mouth obediently to let others see his tongue coating. Xu Shui's breath pushed him away from the doctor to behind him.

Looking up in a daze, Song Shu saw a face that had been bothering him for the past few days. The handsome face was filled with coldness and suppressed anger, and the long eyebrows were slightly raised, "Oh, look at this posture, it's really sick Ah, what's the matter, when do you plan to make up for my loss that day?"

Song Shu blinked, his expression gradually changed from blank to cold, then turned around without saying a word, ignoring him.

Ho!Good guy.

Fu Congshen laughed angrily, thinking that this little thing has a really bad temper!

"Master Fu, what are you..." The atmosphere between the two was at a stalemate, and a male voice sounded from behind Fu Congshen, clearly startled, "Yun Zhen—"

"Shut up." Fu Cong interrupted him coldly, not even looking at him willingly, "Get lost."

Doctor Zhang shuddered, and looked at Song Shu eagerly, but in the end he regretted his life and left after laughing.So only Song Shu and Fu Congshen were left in the alley.

Song Shu didn't run or look at him, just stared at the wall in front of him and remained silent.Fu Congshen stood behind him and looked at his thin back. The anger and an unknown emotion in his heart were all burned into irritability. He took out another cigarette and held it between his fingers, but it was thrown on the ground and crushed after a short while. up.

"I let you recuperate at home, what do you mean by coming to the restaurant?"

In the end, Fu Congshen didn't hold back, pressed the man's shoulder to make him turn around, and pushed him lightly, and was directly imprisoned between the body and the wall.

"Huh? Are you in such a hurry to sell it?"

……Sell.

Song Shu's eyelids trembled slightly, and the hand hanging by his side clenched the corner of his clothes tightly, a sense of clarity rose in his heart.

Fu Congshen thought he was a prostitute who made money by selling himself.

Oh.

There was no intention of explaining at all, Song Shu relaxed a little instead, leaning against the wall and tilting his head, counting it as acquiescing.

"Your uncle..." Fu Congshen gritted his teeth and cursed twice, staring uncertainly at the beautiful actor who "pretends to be reserved" in front of him, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, forcing him to look at him.

"Since it's for sale, why don't you sell it to me." After saying this, Fu Congshen suppressed half of his anger, and looked down at him calmly, "How about I pay those people a hundred times the price? "

After speaking, he moved closer to this person, his lips almost touching the center of his brow with the red mole.

By the way, this little actor smells really good, it's so fucking addictive...

"No." His hand was slapped away, and the other party pushed him away forcefully, and said coldly:

"You're dirty."

A gust of autumn wind blows, and a few bicycles buzzing pass by outside the alley, mixed with shouts from distant vendors.Fu Congshen looked at the man in front of him with an expression as if he had been struck by lightning, and felt that he must have heard wrong just now.

"……What did you say?"

dirty?Who thinks who is dirty?ah?