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

Frozen and frightened at the same time, Song Shu fell ill unsurprisingly after such an outburst.

Ever since the evening, Fu Congshen felt that his complexion was not right. Before going to sleep, he pulled him into his arms for a try, and it really made him feel hot.In a world of ice and snow, he hurriedly sent a car to drag the private doctor from home, but it turned out that it was just a common cold, just drink some water, cover it and sweat.

Although the doctor said nothing was wrong, Fu Congshen was still in a hurry. Song Shu's body was weak, and he was afraid that the fever would directly burn him out.The sick man's face was flushed, his breathing was hot, and he snuggled into his arms obediently. Fu Cong hugged him deeply into the bed, and he still grabbed his nightgown and groaned and rubbed his hot forehead against his chin. Then it stuck to his chest and stopped moving.

Fu Congshen was so distressed that he simply took him and wrapped him in a quilt. Holding him was like holding a soft fire, which could set himself on fire.

"..."

"say what?"

When Fu Congshen heard him humming, he put his ear close to him, and Song Shu's breath sprayed against his ear, with a soft and aggrieved tone, "Mouth is bitter..."

Bitter mouth, bitter mouth is to eat sugar.

Fu Congshen raised his voice to ask the servants to bring some sweets up, but the door was pushed open by a little guy. Fu Nanjun crawled over and fed a piece of fruit candy into Song Shu's mouth, then sat down quietly and stared at Song Shu. His little girl was silent.

It happened that the water had cooled down, so Fu Congshen helped him up a bit, and coaxed him to drink water while he had sugar in his mouth, otherwise the ancestor would not drink it.

Song Shu was so feverish that he drooped his head when he sat up. The silk collar was wet with sweat and sticky on the side of his neck, revealing most of his snow-white and slender nape. Unfortunately, the man was not in the mood to appreciate it at the moment. .

It was also difficult to feed him water. Fu Congshen had to hold his head with one hand and hold a water glass with the other. This man might stop after two sips, pursed his mouth and frowned, and only cared about eating sweets.So he had to move his hands down from the back of his head until he was comfortable snoring before he opened his mouth like a grace and took another two sips.

Fu Congshen had never served anyone before, let alone someone who was so difficult to serve. After Song Shu drank a glass of water, he was sweating all over himself.

Then before the cup was put away, the person in his arms arched his head, raised his head and stared at him fiercely with those wet black eyes.

"...What's the matter?" Fu Congshen stroked his forehead hair back, and kissed his sweaty forehead helplessly.

"..." Song Shu blinked, and continued to move around in his arms while showing distress.

Fu Congshen didn't know the mind-reading skills he had learned, so he understood it all at once. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the blanket next to him, wrapped him up, and carried him directly to the bathroom.

When he came back, the whole person huddled into his arms to pretend to be an ostrich, and the exposed nape of his neck was stained flushed, like translucent white porcelain with pink lacquer, I don't know if it was burned or what.

"Hey, he was sick like this before?"

It was inevitable to be embarrassed in front of children, so Fu Congshen tucked him back into the quilt, and interrupted Fu Nanjun a little stiffly.

Fu Nanjun came over and touched Song Shuhong's flushed face, then shook his head, "I've never been like this before."

"Oh..." Fu Congshen hugged him even tighter, lowered his head half blamed half complacently and said, "That's what I'm used to."

He spoke in a low voice, but Fu Nanjun could hear clearly, the child did not refute, and after a long while, he suddenly opened his mouth and said:

"I'm sorry, I lied to you. In fact, that jade pendant does not belong to my father, and I don't know who gave it to my little mother."

Fu Congshen was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the other party.

"You caused my little mother to be scolded by others, so I don't like you. But you are much better than my father to my little mother." He jumped off the bed, walked over to stand on tiptoe, and patted Fu Congshen on the shoulder, "You must always treat my mother well." He's good, otherwise I won't marry my little girl to you."

"...Do you need your consent? Go back to the room and sleep."

It was rare for Fu Nanjun to listen to him, so he finally leaned on the bed and kissed Song Shu's cheek. He really obediently went to his own room and left the room to the two of them.

Fu Congshen turned the bedside lamp to the darkest, ready to coax him to sleep.His body was cold at the moment, Song Shu relied on comfort, so he simply put the whole body on his chest, not too heavy at all.

After a lot of tossing, the man also calmed down, lying on him like a cute little animal, which was extremely painful.

Fu Congshen's hand pressed against his sweaty nape of the neck, and after a little poking inside, he pulled out the silk thread hanging from the hook jade, pulled it out and inspected it carefully, it was indeed a good thing.

But if it wasn't his ex-husband, whose was it?

"Well... what are you doing..." Song Shu opened his eyes and saw that his Gouyu was held in the palm of the man, shining brightly under the dim bedside, it was a surge of spiritual power that only he could see move.

After leaving Song Shu for a while today, Gouyu's spiritual power was not stable, but it was perfectly integrated with Fu Congshen's aura. Song Shu was dizzy, grabbed it twice, and was about to put it in his collar Plug, the chin was suddenly pinched by the man.

"Little widow, it's time to remarry. I'm waiting for you impatiently."

Pressing his thumb on the wet, soft and tender lips, Fu Cong said in a low voice in a hoarse voice, then lowered his head and clung to him.This is the first time he kissed, his lips and teeth were intertwined with the youthfulness and recklessness of a boy, but soon he tasted the sweetness in the wet and hot lips and tongue in his arms, and he kissed his face deeper and deeper , as if to swallow him whole.

How can it be so soft, so sweet, no matter how much you eat, you can’t get enough of it...

Song Shu already had a fever, but at this moment it seemed to be melting. He was so dazed by the man's kiss that he couldn't even breathe.A small rosy face was flushed, fingers gathered to grab the man's collar, and feet kicked his strong calves under the quilt.

"..."

While intoxicated, Fu Congshen heard Song Shu vaguely calling a person's name.

"What?" He finally let go of the man's lips mercifully, and listened to him with his ear.

"Yuzhou..." Song Shu let out a milky moan, and rubbed his soft face against his neck, feeling very wronged—"I'm already sick, why are you still bullying me..."

The man's smile froze on the corner of his lips again.

……

Song Shu's fever lasted for two days, and Fu Congshen took care of him for two days without closing his eyes, feeding and drinking, washing his face and body, and even carrying him to the bathroom.After Song Shu regained his strength, he refused to ask him for help, but the man has an extremely strong temper, and most of the time he refused to be fruitless.As a result, everything that should be seen and should not be seen was completely seen by others, and even touched all over.

After Song Shu finished drinking the medicine, the man leaned over to lick the medicine juice at the corner of his mouth, then pressed the back of his neck and bit his lip.Song Shu struggled for a while and did not refuse, but after he was indulging in the kiss, he raised his eyes and found that Fu Congshen had kept his eyes open. Those dark and deep eyes were staring at him intently, as if observing his reaction.

"...Why are you looking at me like this?" Song Shu was a little unhappy, and stretched out his hand to push him.

"Tell me the truth, who gave you that jade?" Fu Congshen held back for a few days, and finally couldn't hold it anymore. He stood up and walked around the room anxiously twice. Staring at him: "Is there someone else in your heart?"

"..." Song Shu swallowed hard and was stunned by the question.

have?still none?Nothing seems right...

Fu Congshen saw the flickering and hesitation in his eyes, and the man's heart sank, but because he had expected it, he was far from disappointed. He stretched out his arms and rolled the man together with the quilt, and kissed hard on the forehead, "Don't even think about it!" He's gone, is it?"

"..."

"No matter how many people you have married or how many guests you have had, don't even think about it."

"..."

"You can only be my man in the future, no one dares to fight with me. Let me tell you, Song Shu, I will risk my life for you now. If you dare to find someone else, I will dare to take that person's life, you know? "

"..."

"Speak." Fu Congshen raised his leg and bumped the person in his arms, and pinched his face again.

Song Shu was pinched so that his mouth pouted, and he struggled to utter a few words, "I know."

"You promise me that you will never miss others... Swear to me on your son! If you think about him once and stumble, you will never grow taller!"

"..."

How can you be so childish?

Song Shu was speechless. He stretched out his hand from under the quilt to remove Fu Congshen's hand, then straightened his face, and kissed him softly.

Stupid dog hook.

……

Although Fu Congshen has a domineering personality, he is also cautious towards Song Shu, especially when he thinks that the other party is being forced to vomit blood by himself, he dare not force him at all.

So the two of them have eaten and lived together for so long, and the most extreme thing is that they only reached the point of kissing.Fu Congshen was provoked out of anger by hugging the man, and at most he could press him down and eat tofu on him for a while, and then consciously go to the bathroom to solve it.

Poor health and not being able to stand the toss is one thing, Fu Congshen is also consciously waiting for him to fully accept himself, at least he has to wait for someone to accept his marriage proposal, right?

So even though he has always misunderstood Song Shu's "rich experience", Fu Congshen still seriously regards him as the object of his pursuit, and Song Shu sees it in his eyes, and his heart is gradually softening.But he never asked about Fu Congshen's past, firstly, he didn't want the other party to think he was jealous and complacent, secondly...it's fine to just get along like this, he can't stand the hook of a mad dog in heat with his body.

After recovering from the illness, Song Shu had recovered for several days, and finally Song Shu had almost recovered. When the weather turned warmer, Fu Congshen took him out for a stroll.

Of course, he didn't dare to go outside. He was wrapped tightly in his coat and carried into the car, and then the man personally carried him into the restaurant.

Fu Congshen said last time that he wanted to let him see his son, but when things came to an end, he hugged him and danced a few dances, so this time he made an appointment to meet again.

He went to the front to fight at a young age, joined the army with him when he was young, and became his comrade-in-arms for seven or eight years. He was closer than his elder brothers in the family.Although each of them took different paths after retiring from the army, the relationship is still good, and the other party often called each other during the year when they were abroad.

This time when the other party returned to the country, the two had planned to get together more often, but Fu Congshen first met Song Shu, a living ancestor, so he put Fa Xiao on hold, and only met for the third time today.

Fu Congshen took Song Shu to meet people, with the intention of introducing Song Shu to his good brother, although it didn't take long, he wished he could slap himself half an hour ago.

"What do you want to drink? I'll order you a drink first." Fu Congshen opened the menu, "Don't even think about wine, only drink it hot."

"Listen to you." Song Shu sat obediently, and covered her lap with a blanket.

Fu Congshen ordered him a cup of hot tea to warm up his body, and ordered some snacks for him to fill his stomach, for fear that he would hurt his stomach if he ate something greasy.

The little ancestor of his family is a delicate porcelain doll, if he is not careful, he will get sick, so he has to be taken care of carefully.

When He Yuzhou entered, Fu Congshen happened to go to the bathroom, and Song Shu was the only one sitting in the box.

Holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, he was turning his head to look at the snow scene outside the window.The thin white fingertips were slightly reddened by the temperature of the cup, and the steaming heat curled up, making that beautiful face almost transparent, only the eyes contained a little black and moist ink.

He Yuzhou took off his coat and handed it to the waiter. The movement alarmed Song Shu, so he turned his head and looked over.

The man in front of him was young and handsome, with three-quarter hair combs and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The moment he met his gaze, he showed a decent smile, and then walked towards him.

"Long time no see, Boss Song."

Song Shu was slightly taken aback, and after a long time of identification and recollection, only a few sporadic fragments came to mind, "...is it you?"

He had seen this person before, not long after he came to this world.

At that time, he had just figured out the rules of this world, he was not good at singing, and he was able to appear on stage because of Master Fang's care of him and his pretty face.

His face is a sharp weapon to deceive people, and it is also the chief culprit who put him in a dangerous place in troubled times.

After stepping down that day, the manager invited him to the upstairs box, but Song Shu didn't know how to refuse, and followed him in a daze, so he was almost held down by several people in military uniforms.

It was this man who came forward to save him at that time. The man was also in military uniform at that time. He raised his hand and killed the few people who molested him. , dare to come out and sing on stage at this level?"

As he spoke, he threw a gold bar to the other party, "Let him go back and practice more, don't come out to make a fool of himself these days."

So Song Shu got the money and was asked not to go on stage for a month.

A month later, the troops stationed in the city left, and the city of Beining returned to a brief period of peace.

"it's me."

He Yuzhou nodded, as if he was relieved that he could remember himself. The masculinity of the man who took off his military uniform became much gentler. It may also be the influence of Western etiquette. He came over naturally to hug Song Shu.

Song Shu subconsciously hid back, but in the end he couldn't dodge. The man happened to stop behind him with his arms, leaned over to hold him in his arms, and then kissed him on the cheek in a smooth manner.

The light scent of men's perfume came into his nostrils, and Song Shu's heart tightened suddenly, and he was keenly aware of the completely different aura of the man's gentle appearance.

"He Yuzhou!"

Before the man had time to get up, or deliberately got up slowly, there was a suppressed roar from outside the door.Fu Congshen walked in in two or three steps, raised his hand to push the person away, and stood in front of Song Shu to cover him tightly, "What are you doing! Stay away from Lao Tzu's people!"

"..." He Yuzhou pushed his glasses, with a hint of surprise on his face, "Oh? When did Boss Song get involved with you? Why didn't I know?"

"Damn it, don't play dumb for me. If you just grab someone from Beining City and ask him, who doesn't know that he is from my Fu Congshen! I haven't troubled you yet, so you've got to break it up with me—" I don't know what came to mind, Fu Congshen suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking.

He widened his eyes and looked back at Song Shu who was sitting on the seat.

Yu, boat.

……

That day they broke up with He Yuzhou. Although Fu Congshen didn't take his anger out on him, when he was explaining their past, he repeatedly asked if there was any substantive relationship.

Song Shu was slightly displeased. He thought he had explained clearly enough and could understand the other party's jealousy to a certain extent, but if the other party really didn't believe him, there was nothing he could do.

But soon Fu Congshen realized that apart from his emotions, knowing that he should not be too tight, he put He Yuzhou aside and stopped mentioning it, and continued to get used to Song Shu, but secretly watched him more closely, almost an inch not leave.

Song Shu doesn't mind staying by his side, even if he goes to work with him.When the man was talking about business outside, he sat in the inner box and read a book, but he still couldn't stand hearing the other party and business partners brag about his wife being gentle and virtuous.

Why is it a wife?He didn't even agree to a marriage proposal.

gentle?

...it is true.

Song Shu turned over a page of the book seemingly calmly, thinking in his heart that it was time to pick up the cooking skills he had left behind for more than a month.

When the weather warmed up, Master Fang asked Song Shu to meet. Fu Congshen had no reason to stop him, so he sent two guards to follow him, checked his clothes again, and let him go out.

The appointment was at the restaurant where they usually sang operas. The restaurant is closed today, but the theater stage is still open. It is presumed that some benefactor has reserved the theater to attend the opera.

I haven't seen him for a whole winter. Song Shu felt that Master Fang seemed to have changed a bit, but he still looked kindly towards him. He was very relieved to see his complexion improved. He held his hand and said a lot, and even said for Zhao Feiyun's recklessness last time Sorry.

However, Song Shu always felt that there was something hidden in his heart that he did not tell him. After repeated inquiries, the man took a deep breath and told him the truth.

"Yun Zhen...do you know why no one has ever thought of you?"

Master Fang glanced at the entrance of the restaurant, and then quickly retracted, "An actor who looks like you, if someone hadn't covered him, how could he have lived in peace until now? He should have been swallowed up by those wolves and leopards outside." I!"

Song Shu frowned subconsciously when he heard the words, "What do you mean?"

"You should see Mr. He. Let me tell you, Mr. He has been taking care of you for the past year!"

"Mr. He?"

"Mr. He liked you very much when he saw you that day. Because he couldn't take you with him during the march, he sent someone to protect you secretly, and wanted to look for you after he came back. Who would have thought..." Master Fang wanted He stopped talking, and sighed softly, "It's my fault that I didn't tell you, otherwise I wouldn't be where I am today."

In Master Fang's opinion, Song Shu would be willing to follow Fu Congshen mainly because the man could give him the life he wanted, but He Yuzhou could too. He obviously came earlier, but missed Song Shu by accident.

However, the person in front of him did not show the reaction he wanted, Song Shu's tone became flat, and his expression was much more indifferent than when we first met: "If you say it or not, the result will make no difference, and even now In this situation, he is not ready to give up, is he?"

His voice was cool, but loud, resounding through the empty hall, Master Fang was taken aback, guessing that he might know something.Sure enough, Song Shu turned around and looked in a certain direction: "Mr. He, do you think so?"

A man in a neat suit came out from the corner of the hall and walked to the end of the stage step by step with a smile. His gaze behind the lens kept falling on Song Shu, and only him was printed in his eyes.

"Boss Song has good eyesight. I thought he wouldn't be discovered." He Yuzhou took his hand naturally, kissed the back of his hand very gentlemanly, and then let go:

"You don't have to be nervous. I won't do anything excessive to Boss Song. After all, you are a deep-rooted person now. As a brother, I shouldn't be unreasonable."

"Then why are you looking for me?"

"Simple." He Yuzhou smiled slightly, his posture relaxed, "I haven't seen you for a year, I wonder how Boss Song is doing now?"

Song Shu raised his eyebrows.

"I would like to ask you to sing me a play, just sing your song "Looking for Dreams" that day, okay?"

……

Song Shu had no reason to refuse. He owed the other party a favor, and Master Fang seemed to be under his control again. In addition, it was not an excessive request, so he agreed.

He Yuzhou didn't ask for it, and Song Shu didn't want to waste time putting on all the outfits, so he only wore a green boudoir tie, took a folding fan and went on stage.

"Looking for Dreams" is a piece he often performs, even if he hasn't touched it for a while, he won't be unfamiliar with it. It's just that he thought it was a simple scene, but after singing it, he felt something was wrong.

He and He Yuzhou were the only two left in the empty hall, one on stage and the other off stage, but their eyes kept intertwining.

"Looking for Dreams" comes from "The Peony Pavilion". This episode is about Du Liniang and Liu Mengmei's dream of making love to Wushan in the garden.When Hao wrist turned the folding fan, he sang the line "he leans on the Taihu stone, standing our jade beauty, and when I push down my jade mountain, the warm jade will make smoke." The man suddenly stood up. .

He Yuzhou walked towards the stage step by step. Although his steps were steady, his eyes were as if he saw a prey. He was full of excitement, joy, and aggression. In the flower show, dare to sit on the ground for fear of seeing the sky. It will be clear after a while, the beauty and fragrance are indescribable."

Song Shu put down the folding fan, and stood there calmly watching the other person get closer and closer. The man stopped in front of him, with a smile still on his lips, "Li Niang, why don't you continue?"

What followed was a more explicit obscene song, how could he continue to sing in this situation, He Yuzhou was clearly asking why he knew it.

"Change to "Peach Blossom Fan", I forgot the lyrics."

Song Shu avoided the opponent's sight and took a step back, but the opponent grabbed his wrist.

He Yuzhou pulled him closer, and his lowered voice seemed to ring in his ears, stirring up a tingling breeze: "No change."

"If you forget the words, let me sing it for you, how about it?"

"..."

"boom!"

However, before the charming atmosphere dissipated, a loud noise resounded through the entire hall, screams from the crowd came from the street, and everyone left the hotel as if fleeing, leaving only one floor after another. guards.

At first, they were surrounded by He Yuzhou's people, but now they added another group.

The atmosphere in the hall was even more tense. No one could see clearly how it happened. A bullet brushed against He Yuzhou's cheek.He quickly took out his gun and pointed it at the person coming. The two pitch-black barrels confronted each other, like the pupils of a beast, and a vicious flame would be ejected in the next second.

"Shoot if you have the guts, and get out if you don't." Fu Congshen stood in the middle of the empty hall, trying his best to suppress the anger that was about to burst out, and warned himself not to go crazy in front of him:

"Don't forget, I gave you this gun. I want to see who's bullet is faster than whose bullet."