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

Song Shu could not blame Fu Congshen, but he himself could not have blamed him. If he hadn't protected people well, if he hadn't come in time, if he hadn't known his brother was his ex-husband at the beginning and killed him to prevent future troubles, what would his baby be? As for suffering this kind of grievance.

When he came in, Song Shuzheng was being frivolous with his clothes half undressed. Although nothing really happened, Luolu's shoulders and neck were all covered with bruises.The skin that is usually reluctant to kiss with force is treated so roughly, it is almost as painful as splitting his chest and scratching his heart.

Fu Congshen carried him into the inner room, changed his clothes, and wiped his body. During the process, his hands were shaking all the time. In the end, it was Song Shu who grabbed the other man's cuff, turned over and lay limply on the man's broad chest.

"...Don't worry about it." He gripped the man's coat tightly, the meridian on the back of his snow-white hand was faintly visible, so thin that it seemed that it would break if he broke it, "From deep... I feel uncomfortable, please help me..."

Fu Conghua gave him too much medicine, and Song Shuren's internal organs have been completely burned up to now. His beautiful eyes are blurred, soaked in the light of water, and his soft cheeks are rubbing against the man's stubble, which makes him angry. His anger soared.

So the gentle appeasement quickly turned into a strong possession. Fu Cong hugged him deeply and kissed him deeply, breathing tremblingly, then turned over and pressed him under him, worshiping every inch of him with fiery lips and tongue, counting all the traces of another man Covering, like a pious baptism.

……

When Song Shu woke up again, he didn't know where he was anymore. The layout of the room was something he had never seen before, but the brocade quilt covering his body carried a reassuring atmosphere. Although his body was sore and weak, he didn't feel any other discomfort. , Fu Congshen has cleaned it for him.

"woke up?"

The man was standing by the window, and when he saw him wake up, he came over immediately, holding a bowl of hot soup in his hand, and the aroma instantly made his stomach growl.Song Shu supported the bed and sat up, and Fu Congshen pulled him into his arms and fed him.

"Slow down, it's hot."

Fu Congshen asked someone to stew ribs soup for him. The ribs were stewed until soft and rotten. Song Shu took a mouthful of soup and meat, and naturally spat out the bones into the man's overstretched palm. Soon the bowl was full, and then he raised his head, "More."

Fu Congshen put down the bowl, and stretched his clean hand under the quilt to touch his belly, "I'll serve you some rice, okay?"

"I want to eat meat."

"Steamed rice with bacon, delicious."

"……All right."

After quietly eating his fill, wiping his mouth clean, and being hugged and kissed by the man, Song Shu slowly asked about other things, "Where's Junjun?"

"It's next door, do you want to call him over?"

His eyes flickered slightly, and he shook his head, "Not for now."

Fu Congshen knew what he was thinking, and immediately hugged the man and the quilt to his lap, and coaxed him gently, "It's okay, just treat it as being bitten by a dog, and you will never see that animal again."

"..." Song Shu frowned, and retorted seriously, "You are not allowed to talk about puppies like that."

"My fault, he's worse than a dog."

"What did you do to him?"

"Buried in three days." Fu Cong smoothed the hair on his sideburns, and his tone was so calm that he seemed to be talking about something unrelated to himself, "I killed Fu Conghua."

"Actually, you don't have to..." Song Shu looked into the man's eyes quietly for a long time, "I don't hate him, you are like this...Master Fu and Mrs. Fu will not forgive you."

"And I can't wait to take their lives too." Fu Congshen also looked over, his dark eyes were deep and terrifying: "I only care about you in this world, and everyone who bullies you deserves to die."

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly, Song Shu lowered his eyes, and snuggled into the man's arms again.

"Let me take Junjun to his funeral, after all, he is his biological father."

……

When Song Shu went to Fu Conghua's funeral, he naturally wanted to be dressed in plain clothes. Fu Congshen bought him a white dress and a white flower on his temple.

He seldom wears white in this world. At first glance, he looks extraordinarily cold and dusty when he is dressed like this. White suits him better than any other color. The man stares straight at him, hugs and kisses him for a long time before letting go.

Song Shu led Junjun into the mourning hall. Mrs. Fu was sitting slumped on the soft cushion beside her and weeping at the black and white photos above her head.

Seeing him coming in, Mrs. Fu's eyes suddenly became bitter, but she didn't dare to speak even after sweeping the guards outside the door, so she could only hold back her anger, and she even cried a little softer.

Song Shu ignored her at first and asked Fu Nanjun to kowtow to his father. Although the child was a little reluctant, he obediently obeyed.

Then he brought the child to Mrs. Fu, "Junjun, do you want to live with your grandmother in the future, or with me and your uncle?"

"I'm not your relative. I'm not in good health and can't take care of you. Your uncle is not good at taking care of children... If you want to spend time with your grandmother, I will often visit you."

Hearing this, old lady Fu's eyes lit up, who was busy crying, and hurried over to pull Fu Nanjun to her side.

"Miss, don't you want me?" As a result, Fu Nanjun didn't even look at her, turned around and hugged Song Shu, tears came out immediately, "Miss, don't leave me, my father is an animal, I am not, please Please, little girl..."

The reluctant child knelt down in front of Song Shu with a plop, hugged his knees and begged, crying so hard, "I don't want anyone, I just want my little girl, please don't leave me... "

Mrs. Fu was so angry that she was about to pass out.

Song Shu patted Fu Nanjun's head and pulled him up.

"So, Mrs. Fu, I will take care of Junjun from now on."

The old lady Fu couldn't bear it anymore, stood up tremblingly with the support of her servants, pointed at Song Shu's nose, "You bitch—"

Before the words were spoken, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall. Song Shu raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Didn't you say you can't come?"

"My brother's funeral, as a younger brother, I always have to attend." Fu Congshen naturally put his arms around Song Shu's waist, and looked at the old lady Fu, "By the way, Song Shu will be the second young lady of the Fu family from now on. Yes, you have to admit it, and you have to admit it.”

The man smiled coldly, and lowered his voice suddenly: "If you dare to let me hear someone say no to him, I will pull out his tongue."

Mrs. Fu's body trembled, and she sat down on the cushion again, her eyes were lost, and she muttered, "The family is unlucky...the family is unlucky..."

Fu Congshen ignored her and asked his subordinates to take everyone in the house down and close the door.

"……doing what?"

The mourning hall suddenly became quiet, and the faint smell of plant ash permeated the room. The eyes of the man beside him gradually became hot, and Song Shu felt a little uncomfortable.

"Since my sister-in-law has become my wife, how can I not let my brother witness." Fu Cong glanced at the mourning hall, suddenly took him into his arms, and kissed him deeply.

"Yeah, you..."

He was half hugged and half hugged and pushed towards the center of the hall, and his back quickly touched a hard wooden board. Fu Congshen pressed the back of his head and kissed him, with the tip of his tongue sticking into his mouth and kissing him hard.

"Well... From the deep..."

"Call sir."

"……gentlemen."

"Yeah." The man responded in a low voice, his lips pecked gently along his plain face, his eyes were deep, and his hand movements were very suggestive, "Do you hate it? If you hate me, stop."

This is to be with him...

Song Shu's heart beat heavily, blushing involuntarily appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes flickered to the black and white photo on the mourning hall. The thin man opened a pair of gloomy eyes, as if he was staring at him non-stop .

This man is also crazy.

With his back against the coffin board of his "ex-husband", Song Shu slowly raised his arms around Fu Congshen's neck, and sent himself into the man's arms.

But this time he didn't hate it at all.

……

Song Shuxiang confessed profusely in sweat. When he was in a daze, he vaguely felt the wooden board behind him shake, but he didn't have time to think about it, and soon he was involved in a new love affair.

Fu Congshen pleased him gently and patiently, but his eyes grew darker.

It would be too cheap to shoot that animal dead with one shot. He asked the other party to be buried consciously, lie in a coffin and listen to them make love, and then be buried alive in the ground in despair.

Song Shu had a good idea, he was indeed a lunatic.

……

Fu Congshen later brought people back to Beining. The climate in Hangzhou was actually more suitable for living, but Song Shu liked Beining, so he took people back.

That time Fu Conghua drugged her, and her emotions forced her into that situation again. Song Shu's body was damaged to a great extent, and it took a long time for him to recover slowly, but he still had to be careful on weekdays.

Maybe it's because men are so used to it, or people who are sick are inherently weak. Song Shu raised Fu Congshen more and more tenderly, and he would get tired of men on weekdays when he had nothing to do, and he would hug him wherever he went, and gradually became untouchable When you get wet, you stretch out your clothes and open your mouth for food.

But Fu Congshen knew that Song Shu was not hypocritical, that his qi and blood were damaged, his bones were getting weaker and weaker, and he would get sick if he caught a cold, so he always burrowed into his arms.

Before going to bed at night, Fu Congshen would fill Song Shu with a warm pot specially designed to warm his feet. When the pot became cold in the early morning, he would spontaneously stuff his feet between the man's legs to keep warm, obviously his whole body fit into the other's arms Still trembling slightly.

The cold air penetrated from the inside out, and Song Shu was sometimes afraid of freezing Fu Congshen.

His emotions are usually very light, and sometimes he doesn't seem to care about life and death at all, but he cherishes himself very much and tries hard to live longer.

Fu Congshen was more worried about his body than anyone else, but he never dared to reveal it.

It was another summer, and the weather in May was gradually warming up. Song Shu leaned against the window sill to bask in the sun, poked his head out and glanced over, and saw the crabapple blossoms under the tree.

He got down from the window sill and wrapped around the back of the man before the case like a boneless one, his chin resting on his shoulder and muttering: "You haven't asked me to wear that... cheongsam for a long time."

"It's thin and easy to catch cold."

"It's very hot today. If you touch it, I'm sweating." As he said, he stuffed his hand into the man's palm.

"Don't be sweating." Fu Congshen picked him up and hugged him on his lap, and pressed his forehead against his to test the temperature—it was very good.

"Wear it once." Song Shu said, "I think the one with plum blossoms embroidered on the hem looks good."

"Do you really want to wear it?" Fu Congshen was still hesitating.

"Don't you want to see it?"

The man couldn't stand his temptation, so he agreed.

"Sir, put it on for me." Song Shu brought a cheongsam from the closet and handed it to him, then obediently stood still.

Fu Congshen dressed him and took care of it very well.

"Where are the stockings? My husband can help too." He stepped on the man's leather shoes with his bare feet.

Fu Cong squatted down and put on stockings for him.

"I want you to give me a hug, sir."

The man's eyes were flooded, he hugged the man with outstretched arms on the desk, and kissed him with his face in his hands.

At first it was just a gentle kiss, but for some reason, the taste changed after kissing, but it didn't mean that kind of charming. Song Shucha felt the other party's deep breathing, and the slightly trembling fingers clasped on the back of his neck.

"..."

"do not be sad."

Sitting quietly at the table and being hugged by Fu Congshen, Song Shu stretched out his arms around his waist, rubbing against his ears.The sunlight outside the window was just right, and the breathing of the two was quietly intertwined in the room, which was full of warmth and tranquility.

After a long time, his hand moved between the two and covered the other's heart.Not knowing how to comfort him, he suddenly remembered the big peonies outside the window, and said, "Sir, let me sing a song for you."

The slender index finger twirled around the man's chest, and Song Shu poked it lightly, with a hook in his tone, "I haven't sung [Shan Taohong] from "A Dream in the Garden" to anyone."

——For you, like a flower and a beautiful family, like a passing year.Before turning around the peony fence, it is close to the lake, mountain and stone.And you loosen the collar button, wide the clothes, sleeves a little? H teeth are thatched, then wait for a long sleep with patience and warmth.Is it the place where we met each other, and we looked at each other as if, did we not say a word about this good meeting?

At this moment, the sky keeps people at ease, and grass borrows flowers to sleep.

After Song Shu finished singing, the man was also intoxicated, and the delicate and soft cheongsam beauty threw herself into his arms again, and after a long rest, he got up and tapped his forehead, "Remember how I sang for you, don't forget gone."

Fu Cong put his arms around his lower back, looked at him deeply, his Adam's apple rolled, and he hesitated to speak.

After a while, he lowered his head and leaned over to kiss his chest, his lips tremblingly imprinted on the place where the heart beat, as if savoring the freshness of the moment.

Song Shu also stretched out his hand, unbuttoned the coil, and pulled out a golden thread: "By the way, don't you want to know where this Gouyu came from? It wasn't given by anyone, it has been with me...and you Tell a story, do you believe it?"

"...You haven't said it yet, how can I believe it?"

"You have to believe it."

"Okay, I believe it."

Song Shu smiled. He supported Fu Congshen's shoulders to adjust his posture, but the cheongsam was stuck on his thighs and he couldn't sit down. He pulled the man's hand over, "Tear it apart for me. I will sit on your lap face to face."

"..."

Song Shu soon got his wish. He told Fu Congshen about the soul fragment with half truth, and then observed his reaction.

"You said you reincarnated life after life just to find me...and other souls?"

"Ah."

Fu Congshen was silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice, "You shouldn't suffer for anyone."

"I don't feel bitter." Song Shu smiled, "The world is very interesting, but staying in the sky is boring."

He won't die, his death just means the end of the fate with Fu Congshen, so Song Shu is not afraid, he just regrets that he can't be with this person in front of him any longer.

"If I die, will you come with me?"

"of course."

"……it is good."

Because he knew how passionate a man loved him, he could no longer imagine what it would be like to live alone in the world after the man left him.

……

……

……

Ever since Fu Nanjun could remember, there was only one person in his heart and eyes.

He likes his little mother, is obsessed with his little mother, and after gradually growing up, tries to occupy her.

The bones of Xiaoniang's body became thinner and thinner, like a precarious kite, it would be torn apart with a little force...and he didn't defend himself at all.

When Fu Nanjun came back from the military academy, he stared at the figure of the young lady leaning on the bed and reading a book with burning eyes.His figure was still as beautiful, with a ring of snow-white fox fur around the collar of his goose-yellow coat, and his exquisite face was sunken in it, making him look very young and young.

A gorgeous peach blossom came out of the window to serve as a backdrop for him. Song Shu turned a page of the book and told him gently that it was time to get engaged to him.

"Do you like the second young lady of the Lu family? You saw it at the last birthday party."

"Miss, I don't want to get married."

The room was quiet for a long time, and the young man in military uniform walked over and hugged him easily: "I want you."

As I said, he said many years ago, as long as he is alone.

Fu Nanjun failed.

——Because Song Shu vomited blood, large patches of blood.

Fu Nanjun was beaten half to death by his uncle, and then thrown into the barracks.

On the battlefield, guns, forests, bullets, rain, narrow escapes, and when he finally came back with a whole body of meritorious service, his little mother had already become a dead bone under the spring.

The butler of the Fu family told him that on the night of my mother's death, my uncle also went with him. The man shot himself and committed suicide. The bones of the two were burned together, and even the ashes were inseparable.

... not even leaving his ashes.

Fu Nanjun knelt down in the mourning hall, kowtowed three times to the black and white photo of the young lady, and walked out of the mourning hall calmly.

Not long after, the housekeeper who took care of the incense burner heard a loud gunshot outside the door.