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

Fu Nanjun lives in a state-of-the-art western-style villa with radiators installed inside. Ever since Song Shu moved in, the fireplace has been burning all day long. The temperature outside dropped again and again, but the inside was uncomfortably warm. He only needed to wear a thin small gown.

Song Shu naturally didn't want to live in the same room with Fu Congshen, and the man didn't force him, he gave him the room with the best lighting and the most comfortable decoration, and it had an inner room, so Fu Nanjun could also live in it.

In addition, the other party also invited Xiao Douding to teach him foreign language and other things that rich people can afford, so Song Shu was completely free.

He asked the man what he needed to do by himself. Fu Congshen looked him over from head to toe, and then from foot to head, with a cigarette in his mouth: "What else can you do besides singing?"

"...Tell me, I think I can do it."

"Forget it, you." The man snorted his head and brushed his hair, "You take good care of your illness, don't tire yourself out, it's fine...I don't think you can do anything .”

Song Shu felt that he was seriously offended.

So Fu Congshen came back one day, and before he could take off his clothes, he was led into the kitchen by Song Shu wearing an apron, "My aunt and I learned how to make soup, you help me taste the saltiness."

Putting a small bowl for him on the table, Song Shu took his coat and hung it up by the door, then ran back and looked at him eagerly: "How is it?"

"..." Fu Cong finished the bowl of soup with a depressed head, looked at Song Shu with indescribably complicated eyes, then put the bowl away, and pulled him to look at his hand, "Let's see, is it hot?" with?"

"No." Song Shu glared at him displeased, not understanding why a man who burned the kitchen down thought he would be just as clumsy.

"It's delicious, my little ancestor, it's really delicious." Fu Cong laughed out loud, pinched his pink and moist face, and was full of emotion, "It turns out that there is someone in the room who feels this way. I understand why those bastards have to marry a daughter-in-law at home."

Song Shu patted his hand off, ignored his words, turned around and took a sip himself.

Fu Congshen stared at his graceful back and was still reminiscing, thinking that it would be great if he could really become his own wife. He would never go out and mess around like those bastards. He would definitely go home after finishing his business. Who can have his own wife? fragrant?

Hugging him from behind, Fu Cong deeply kissed his white and tender ears, lowered his head and dawdled against his neck, "Give me another bowl?"

"No more." Song Shu put the lid on the casserole, and said a little coldly, "The rest will be yours when Junjun comes back from school, and he can't eat it."

Fu Congshen: "..."

Well, of course it is impossible for me to have a child who has been with him for many years, so take it slowly.Fu Congshen comforted himself like this.

But at the dinner table, after the little kid drank the whole pork rib soup bowl after bowl, the man couldn't hold back any longer, and directly lifted Fu Nanjun up by the collar, "You boy! On purpose, right?"

"Little girl!"

Fu Nanjun kicked his legs vigorously while hanging in the air, and stretched his arms to ask for help from Song Shu who was at the other end of the dining table. Song Shu immediately kicked Fu Congshen under the table, and the man put him down, aggrieved: "I'll kill you!"

Xiao Douding walked around half of the dining table and threw himself into Song Shu's arms, full of grievances, tearful, "But, the soup made by my mother is delicious, I...I can't stand it at all..."

"Okay, I get it." Song Shu touched his chubby belly, and took his rice bowl over, "Are you still hungry, can I feed you some more?"

"Okay~~" Fu Nanjun wiped away tears immediately, stood in Song Shu's arms with a smile, and rubbed the back of his hand affectionately.

Fu Congshen almost pouted in anger.

Finally, when the little thing was full, Song Shu asked his servants to take him for a walk around the yard. Fu Congshen saw the opportunity and hugged him on his lap.

"...What are you doing, you want me to feed you?" Song Shu looked at the man's face as black as a pan at a close distance, and joked, "Arguing with a child... How old are you, Master Fu?"

"I'm three years old, okay, I was just born yesterday!" Fu Congshen was annoyed, and waved his hand to ask someone to bring a bowl of hot soup from the stove, "Sit down, I'll feed you."

Song Shu stared at him for a while with a half-smile, adjusted a comfortable posture, nestled in the man's arms and was fed obediently.

This small cup was boiled specially by Fu Congshen, with a lot of precious medicinal materials added in it, and the faint fragrance of herbs came out of the nostrils, but it was very fresh and sweet in the mouth, the yam was refreshing, and the ribs were stewed so soft that it tasted instant in the mouth. It melts, the meat is fragrant, and it's better than Song Shu's.

"Okay, if you eat too much food at night, don't be like that kid."

After feeding some more food, he put his palm into the little shirt to touch Song Shu's stomach, Fu Congshen felt that it was almost done, so he put him down, and then it was his turn, and it was all leftovers.

Song Shu sat next to him with his chin propped up. Anyway, since he met Fu Congshen, the most he had done was to eat with him and pour him two glasses of wine occasionally.

The man's first impression of him was not good, but during this period of time, he has changed a lot, and he is quite peaceful, not as slutty as he imagined.

Maybe that day was really just because of drinking too much?or it could be……

"If this boy wasn't your ex-husband's child, would you still treat him like this?" Fu Congshen suddenly asked him in the middle of eating.

"Yes." Song Shu replied naturally, because he was thinking about other things, he didn't pay much attention.

"That's fine." The man lowered his head again and continued to grill the rice.

……

Fu Congshen's home is equipped with the most advanced equipment, and the aunts he hired can cook all kinds of cuisines. Song Shu was learning how to make soup a few days ago, and during this time he became obsessed with baking small biscuits in an oven.

Before Fu Congshen went out to discuss business that day, he just brought out a plate, and the man who was still in his clothes rushed over without saying a word, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

"...You are not too hot."

"It's too late and I don't have my share!" Fu Congshen was confident, and took the opportunity to steal a few yuan to eat before going to the side to tidy up his collar, and couldn't help but mutter, "Haodai is also my family's oil and my family's salt. People, you have to grab something to eat, how can there be such a reason!"

"..."

Before Fu Congshen went out, the little opera boy whom he raised put a well-wrapped oiled paper bag in his arms, which contained many small biscuits, which were still hot.

"Come back early." Song Shu stretched out his hand to smooth his collar, then stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek.

"..."

So in the bleak autumn wind, a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall stood at the door of his house for ten minutes because of a sweet kiss. He was urged several times by his subordinates before he got into the car in a daze.

? Paradox? Who will believe this?

Fu Congshen played with the small biscuit Song Shu gave him in his arms, opened it and sniffed it countless times, but was reluctant to eat a piece.It wasn't until after the business discussion in the most exclusive hotel in Beining City that the group began to dine formally, did he place the bag of biscuits on the golden plate in front of him, and then, in front of all the big bosses, start.

The boss next to him looked curious, and cautiously approached him and asked, "Master Fu, what is this—"

"Go away, my wife made this with her own hands, it's not for you!"

A Boss: ...I just want to say that this biscuit seems a bit burnt.

Of course he didn't dare to say it. Fu Congshen hid a little beauty at home and spoiled her to the bone. Everyone in their circle knew it. As long as he didn't want to die, he didn't dare to say that.

So a boss smiled all over his face, "Your wife is so virtuous!"

Fu Congshen nodded with satisfaction.

……

An old friend who came back from a business trip in country d brought back some gifts for Fu Congshen. Hearing that he had a sweetheart, he also brought some gifts for his wife, except for some rouge and powder, they were two pairs of silk stockings.Fu Congshen had never seen silk stockings before, so he called his old friend to find out what they were.

Simply put, it is used for wearing skirts, and it is not easy to be cold under it.

So Fu Congshen showed Song Shu wearing the cheongsam again that night. Anyway, the house is warm and he is not afraid of catching cold.

Song Shu agreed, but he didn't expect that the man had another thing to play with him.He sat on the sofa with bare feet, one jade foot was placed on the man's lap, and the other was held in the palm of his hand, carefully stuffed into the ball of translucent fabric.

The man half-kneeled on the ground, slowly wrapping silk stockings up from Song Shu's toes, his slender and graceful legs were bound even tighter, his snow-white complexion came out from the black fabric, full of rou/yu hazy beauty.

The stockings went all the way to the big tui, so the man lifted the slit hem of the cheongsam and slightly adjusted the lace fringe that restrained the faded /rou for him, and naturally he saw more inevitably.

He remembered the day when he first met, he casually poked over Rua, the soft and cottony touch has not disappeared, entangled in his fingertips and in his heart.

Fu Cong couldn't help leaning towards him affectionately, his tui wrapped in silk w rested on his broad shoulders, and his slender and delicate anklebones were against his shoulders.

After falling behind his ears, his fingers subconsciously stroked the novel fabric, his eyes gradually became darker...

However, just as the mysterious smell became more and more intense, the person on the sofa suddenly got up and jumped down, the softness pressed against the man's tall nose bridge in a panic, and the silk satin cheongsam gently brushed against his cheeks.

Song Shu stepped on the thick plush carpet with a blushing face, ashamed to admit that she also thought of some indescribable things just now.

The man was still half-kneeling on the ground, but his eyes were deep and hot, as if on fire, trying to burn all the way along his skirt, melting his whole body.

He originally wanted to run away, but he felt perplexed, so he turned around while pinching the corner of the cheongsam skirt, and raised his foot to lightly step on his forehead.