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

When Fu Congshen met his old friend that day, he made an appointment at the big hotel where Song Shu used to sing.He asked Song Shu if he wanted to go with him. Song Shu was going, seeing that it was almost the end of the new year, and he wanted to visit Master Fang.

Master Fang was still singing on the stage. The Tang Minghuang who sang "The Palace of Eternal Life" was not as easy to shine as a dan role, but Master Fang's singing was the best in Beijing. voice rang behind his ears.

"Hey, this is a rare guest, why don't you go to serve your Master Fu and come to our little troupe?"

Song Shu looked back and saw that it was a figure in a dan role. After careful identification, he recognized that it was another disciple of Master Fang, named Zhao Feiyun.

"Boss Zhao." Song Shu nodded to him, unwilling to start a dispute with the other party.

Who knew that Zhao Feiyun still held onto him, the corners of his mouth curled up contemptuously, and his voice raised, "A few days ago, I heard that you hooked up with a nobleman. I knew that you flew on a branch and became a phoenix. Once you become a phoenix, you can fly away." Let's go, what are you doing when you come back? At the beginning, you would rather die than submit, and you looked innocent, so you made someone a housewife?"

Song Shu looked at him inexplicably, and didn't know that he had offended the other party. Their positions were close to the dance floor at the back and the people listening to the show in front. When Zhao Feiyun yelled, many people looked over and fell The gaze on Song Shu was full of temptation and contempt, which made him very uncomfortable.

"I'm looking for Master Fang, what does it have to do with you?"

"You still have the face to meet Master Fang, and you're not afraid of dirtying his eyes!" Zhao Feiyun said, "If you have the ability, you can really be Mrs. Fu and come back, so you can support us, right?"

As soon as this remark came out, there were even laughter from around, probably because he felt that the remark was too wishful thinking and he was beyond his control.

Song Shu frowned and wanted to stay away from the other party, but Zhao Feiyun grabbed his hand and refused to let him go, and his words became sharper.

Suddenly, a lazy voice came in: "What are you talking about? It's so interesting, tell me too."

Fu Congshen did not know when he came down from the upstairs box, and was coming up from the dance floor with long legs, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, he casually looked at the people around him, and finally landed lightly on Zhao Feiyun.

"Fu...Master Fu!" Zhao Feiyun was stunned, half of the guests who made a fuss were dumbfounded, and the rest froze in place, gradually showing a look of panic.

Only the music flowing from the gramophone remained on the dance floor, and the babbling and singing on the stage also stopped. Fu Congshen didn't seem to notice the shrinking emotions of the crowd, and asked again: "Didn't you be happy just now? Why did I come here?" Just dumb? Huh?"

With a calm expression, he clamped the wrist of the surnamed Zhao, and with a clatter of his hand, he knocked him down, and he fell to the ground and sat on his ass squatting!

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"It's really bad luck." Fu Congshen pulled Song Shu into his arms, looked at his wrist, and there was indeed a red mark, so he lowered his face and whispered in his ear, "What's the matter, why don't you Bullying people like this?"

...he just hadn't had time to fight back.

Without giving Song Shu a chance to refute, Fu Congshen put his arms around his shoulders and led him around in the eyes of everyone, "Look well——"

The man raised his hand and patted the head of the person in his arms, narrowing his long and narrow eyes slightly, full of warning: "Song Shu, my ancestors, I will remember them all!"

There was a moment of silence on the dance floor, and then echoes sounded, and the eyes refocused on Song Shu, and the contempt faded instantly, and everything turned into admiration and admiration.

Song Shu's ears were slightly hot, not because of these people's eyes, but purely because of Fu Congshen's description. His face did not change, only his mouth moved, and he whispered in his ear with a voice that only men can hear. Rebuttal: "...nonsense."

"Why are you talking nonsense? You were bullied just after I let you out. What if it's not my ancestor?"

"I do not have……"

"Fu, Master Fu." After two sentences, Master Fang, who was singing on stage, finally ran all the way from the front. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, shaking his hand to light a cigarette for Fu Congshen, and glanced at him Zhao Feiyun, who squatted on the ground and didn't dare to show his air, "I'm sorry, Master Fu, I really thought that this short-sighted person would bully... bully...Mr. Song, you have a lot of people, so don't be fussy like him."

Fu Congshen didn't agree. He knew that Master Fang and Song Shu had a good relationship, so this matter should naturally be left to Song Shu to decide, so he went to the side to smoke.

Seeing that he was free, the people on the dance floor immediately wanted to come up to show their courtesies with smiles on their faces, but the man frowned slightly, and was too frightened to move.

Naturally, Song Shu didn't care about Master Fang's apprentice, and he stopped looking at that person. After talking with Master Fang for a while, he returned to Fu Congshen.

"How can I say you are good! What are you going to do to run on him! Why don't you just look down on him like that!" Only then did Master Fang have time to help Zhao Feiyun, raised his hand and slammed on his forehead, forcing him to tears .

"I, I didn't expect Master Fu to really take him seriously." Zhao Feiyun shivered while wiping away his tears, obviously frightened by Fu Congshen's eyes just now, sobbing again after a while, "But Master... He followed Master Fu, how are you going to explain to Mr. He?"

"...How else can I explain? Is Master Fu someone I can defy?" Master Fang sighed, and took the apprentice back to the backstage, "I hope Mr. He can forgive me."

……

On the dance floor, Fu Congshen held Song Shu in his arms and swayed gently to the music, his eyes were half closed, his every frown and smile were reflected in his eyes.

Song Shu wore an emerald green jacket today, and his thin and white neck was like a tender lotus root inserted in a porcelain vase, half of which was exposed from the mouth of the vase, and his face was slightly pale because of what happened just now. Fan, it looks very attractive.

"I wanted to take you to meet my little boy, but forget it now, I have something else to tell you." Fu Congshen hugged him closer, bowed his head and kissed his brow, "I want to marry you, OK?"

Song Shu was slightly taken aback, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

"Aren't you unwilling to be my ancestor?" The man's hand pulled off his hair rope from behind, let his long hair spread out, then lowered his head and sniffed attachment: "—then be my wife. "

"..." Song Shu didn't say anything, just being hugged by him obediently, thinking about something with downcast eyes.

The scene of embracing on the dance floor can be seen from the corridor on the second floor. He Yuzhou stared at the two familiar figures, and slowly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, with a gloomy expression.

……

Song Shu still rejected Fu Congshen's marriage proposal that day. He had a knot in his heart that hadn't been resolved, so he didn't want the other party to succeed like this.Fu Congshen seemed to have expected that he would refuse, so he was not annoyed, but became more and more considerate and gentle to him.

He knew there was no need to rush this kind of thing, but as long as he kept people around, sooner or later all the people he cared about would be driven away, and sooner or later the raw rice would be cooked.

It was the end of the new year in a blink of an eye, and Song Shu wanted to go out. Fu Congshen took him to buy new year's goods. Originally, Fu Nanjun also wanted to follow, but there were too many people and it was inconvenient to bring children, so Song Shu left him at home.

It was also fortunate that he was not brought along, otherwise Song Shu really didn't know what to do when the riot happened.

After shopping at the market, when the group was about to head back home, the crowd on the street suddenly rioted.Gunshots and glass shattering sounded in my ears at the same time. The terrified crowd ran around screaming. "With two loud bangs, the inside of the store exploded.

The accident happened so suddenly, Song Shu could only feel that Fu Congshen threw him to the ground, the man's tall body cut off the scorching air wave, and after the aftermath of the explosion dissipated, the man pulled him up, half Hugging and rushing out.The streets that were bustling just now are now full of blood, screaming and crying, and bloody people can be seen everywhere.

Fu Congshen ran with him, hugged him tightly with one hand, and drew out the gun on his waist to shoot at the mob. Opened a way out and led him to the side of the car.

The driver had been waiting in the car, and when he saw the two got in the car, he was about to drive away, but Song Shu turned pale and pressed Fu Congshen's hand.

"My Gouyu..."

Before the market, he went to the shop to cut some clothes, fearing that Gouyu would get his hair tangled up, so he took them off and put them around his wrists. As a result, the mess just now fell away, and he didn't know where it fell.

It stands to reason that nothing is important at this time, but Gouyu is not an ordinary thing, Song Shu can't lose it even if he dies.

"What are you doing! Do you want to kill yourself?!" Fu Congshen dragged back the person who was rushing out, his eyes were tearing apart, "Do you want to die? Just say it!"

"No..." Song Shu didn't know how to explain it to him, and was so anxious that tears were about to come out, "I can't throw it away..."

There was Gou Chen's soul in it, and he didn't know what would happen if he lost it.It's all because he's getting more and more careless, so important things can be left behind, even though the previous few worlds were fine...

Fu Congshen was furious at first, wishing to strip him naked, press his legs and give him a hard spanking, but now he softened his heart towards the master's wet eyes, because this man seemed really anxious, as if he had lost the most precious thing , the soul is gone.

As if he had been stabbed hard in the heart, Fu Congshen ground his molars, pushed the man on the seat, opened the door and got out of the car, "Take my wife home."

Instructing the driver to do whatever it takes to ensure Song Shu's safety, the man turned around and rushed into the blazing chaos again.

……

Song Shu was sent home safely, but his heart was still hanging outside, he was very scared, he was afraid that Gouyu would not be found, and he was even more afraid that something would happen to Fu Congshen.If possible, he would rather die in this commotion than Fu Congshen's death because of it.

The cold wind in January is biting, and the north wind roars outside the window, which makes people panic.It just snowed last night, and his trousers were just soaked, and they were sticking to his body. The room should be warm, but Song Shu shivered one after another.

When the whistle of the vehicle finally came from outside, Song Shu immediately stood up from the sofa and ran to the door in two or three steps.

The door opened, and a tall man in a coat brought in a cold air, and was soon isolated outside the house.

Fu Congshen touched the head of the person in front of him, hooked the corner of his mouth at him, and gave him the Gouyu.

Song Shu's hanging heart finally let go.

Fu Congshen wanted to hug him habitually, thinking that he was too cold to be afraid of freezing, so he turned to the fireplace to warm up, while talking to Song Shu about the experience just now in a relaxed tone.

"I fucking thought the enemy had invaded the city, but it turned out to be a bunch of rioting bastards, all the sins of the Chinese New Year—"

Song Shu put Gouyu close to her body, walked slowly behind the man, and asked him softly, "Is it warm?"

"Huh? Hmm."

Fu Congshen responded, and as soon as he turned around, Wen Ruan Xiangyu rushed into his arms.

"Thank you." Song Shu hugged his waist, leaned on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice.

The man was stunned for a long while before slowly raising his arms to hug him back, but there was a wry smile in his eyes.