Pregnant with a scumbag uncle's child

Fu Mingshen was almost scared by the children and caused a traffic accident.

He took a deep breath and silently recited "Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization, Harmony, Freedom..." to stabilize his mind before he looked at the place the child pointed to.

Thank goodness, there is a sea of ​​cars flowing, with flashing lights, and there is no such thing as a piao.

A certain person giggled and asked, "Are you scared? You are so timid."

Fu Mingshen: "..."

Mr. Fu wanted to hit someone very much at this moment, the kind of spanking hard.

He freed up one hand, covered Lin Zhou's eyes and said, "Don't make trouble, we will have a rest."

"No, the best way to overcome fear is to face it directly. Let me tell you a ghost story. Once upon a time, a family died..."

"..."

Just listening to the beginning, Fu Mingshen was already terrified, if this continues, it will definitely kill two people in one car.

At this moment, they arrived at a traffic light intersection, just at the red light, Fu Mingshen stopped the car, saw that Lin Zhou was still talking, so he unfastened his seat belt, leaned over, and blocked the car that was still going out with his mouth. Mouth for ghost stories.

The car immediately became quiet.

Lin Zhou opened his eyes wide, blinked his big eyes once, then blinked again.

There was a soft touch from his lips, and Fu Ming's deep breath was close to him, and the warm breath enveloped him.

He seemed to be kissed.

However, the kiss broke instantly, because the car behind her honked its horn, which turned out to be a red light.

Fu Mingshen pressed his finger on his plump lips regretfully, then sat back on his seat, took the suit jacket from one side, put it on the child, and said, "Be obedient."

Lin Xiaozhou was obviously stupefied by the kiss, he let out an "oh", and finally closed his mouth that had been babbling non-stop since he got in the car.

There was a faint fragrance on Fu Mingshen's clothes. I don't know what kind of perfume it was. It was the kind of smell that belonged to Fu Mingshen alone.

Lin Zhou was covered with her boyfriend's coat, leaning on the seat, blushing and looking at the rapidly receding night scene outside the window, not acting like a demon anymore.

The distance between here and Fu's house is not too far, the car quickly drove into the yard of Fu's house, Lin Zhou got out of the car without waiting for Fu Mingshen to come to help him.

"Where is this?" He held his head and looked around in confusion.

Fu Mingshen came over to support the stumbling boyfriend, and said, "The place where you will be sold."

Lin Zhou looked around for a while: "Oh...Then the buyer is really rich, am I finally going to become a canary raised by a rich man?"

"..." Fu Mingshen laughed angrily at his brain hole, and helped him to walk inside.

After entering the house, Lin Zhou recognized that it was Fu Mingshen's home, and sighed, "So it's your home, alas, no one wants to buy me, and I still want to be a canary that counterattacks and defeats the golden bird." Lord, inherit the property and reach the pinnacle of life."

Fu Mingshen let the drunk man mutter to himself, opened the shoe cabinet to get his shoes, bent down and said, "Lift your feet."

The person who was still dreaming of the canary counterattack obediently raised his foot.

Seeing the owner coming back, Aunt Liu, the nanny, hurried over to help him get his clothes. Seeing Fu Mingshen squatting to help someone change shoes, she almost bit the tip of her tongue.

As the "big butler" of the Fu family, Aunt Liu never asked about the affairs of the master's house. Due to work, it was not the first time that Fu Mingshen brought someone back. Like Han Dongyu, he would come here every now and then, and occasionally the two of them would be locked in the study for a few hours. , are commonplace.

But from the first time Lin Zhou came to the door, she clearly felt the difference between his master and him.

However, different things are different. Who is Fu Mingshen? If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Aunt Liu wouldn't have believed that he would help people change shoes with her own hands.

Aunt Liu hurried up to ask for help, Fu Mingshen said flatly, "No need."

Aunt Liu had no choice but to stand where she was, watching Fu Mingshen help Lin Zhou change his shoes, then put him on the sofa, and scooped up a pillow for him to hug.

God, it turns out that Fu Mingshen is so good at taking care of people.

"Why do you drink so much?" Aunt Liu packed up the shoes they had replaced, "I'll ask the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup."

"No, just make a glass of honey water," Fu Mingshen said, "Have someone tidy up a guest room for him."

"There is a ready-made guest room, the one opposite you on the second floor." Aunt Liu said.

Fu Mingshen nodded to show that he understood. He asked Aunt Liu to look at Lin Zhou, and went to the bathroom by himself. When he came out, he found the kid sitting on the sofa with honey water, looking a little... .lonely.

He asked Aunt Liu what was going on with his eyes.

Aunt Liu hurriedly waved her hand to show that she didn't know, and then whispered: "It's like this just after you left."

Fu Mingshen walked up to Lin Zhou, and Lin Zhou looked up at him blankly, then smiled silly, raised his glass and said, "It's not sweet."

"..." Fu Mingshen took the cup and handed it to Aunt Liu, beckoning her to add more honey, and then asked Lin Zhou, "Is it hard, do you want to go upstairs to rest?"

Lin Zhou snorted, and stretched out his hand for Fu Ming to pull him.

The guest room of Fu's house is larger than that of Lin Zhou's dormitory. After entering, Lin Zhou plunged into the soft blanket, humming in a low voice, "It's so comfortable."

Fu Mingshen took the honey water and said, "Drink the honey water first."

"I don't want to drink, I'm full." Lin Zhou rubbed his stomach and said.

All he drank was beer, and now he felt so full of gas in his stomach that he couldn't drink honey water at all.

Fu Mingshen had no choice but to put the honey water on the bedside table, and turned around to see him rubbing back and forth like a kitten.

Lin Zhou was wearing a T-shirt with a relatively large neckline today. After being rubbed like this, the neckline was tilted to one side, revealing his fair collarbone and most of his beautiful shoulders.

His skin is very fair, and his shoulders, which are usually invisible, are so white that they are almost transparent, so the mole on the shoulder socket is particularly conspicuous, and it almost has a touch of astringency.

And white chest, waist...Why is he a man with such a thin waist and looks so soft!

Mr. Fu, who had the old iron tree in bloom, felt his blood boil a little.

He quickly strangled his charming thoughts in the cradle, coughed, and asked, "Do you like this place?"

If Lin Zhou likes it, he will ask someone to renovate the room and let the children move in.

Now that they are in a relationship, Fu Mingshen can openly invite him to live at home.

Of course, it's just a simple life, Mr. Fu has absolutely no other intentions!

Lin Zhou lay on his back on the bed, did not answer, but said: "My biggest dream before was to live in a big, clean house with a big room, a floor-to-ceiling window, and a thick blanket. Sit by the window to draw, read a book, and bask in the sun."

"But," Lin Zhou changed the subject and said sullenly, "When I actually lived in the big house, I realized that it's not that good, it's just a luxurious golden cage that doesn't belong to me."

Fu Ming was taken aback.

Although I didn't investigate Lin Zhou intentionally, I can probably guess his experience. This so-called golden silk cage should belong to the Zhang family.

A child who remarried with his mother into a wealthy family can guess that his life will not be easy without any imagination.

In particular, the stepfather's children also excluded him.

He sat down next to Lin Zhou, helped him close his open collar, grabbed his hand and said, "It won't happen in the future."

From now on, no one can bully him.

Lin Zhou didn't speak, but just stared at the ceiling.

He wasn't too drunk, and his mind has cleared up a lot now. It was the first time he lived in his boyfriend's house, so he should be very happy.

However, he couldn't be happy.

Even though he pretended not to care, it is undeniable that Zhang Song's news today did affect him.

Otherwise, you won't get yourself drunk.

He really didn't want to go back to Zhang's house, the place that suffocated him.

Fu Mingshen saw that he showed that lonely look again, and suddenly all messy thoughts flew to the sky.

He put his hand on his head, leaned down, approached the child and asked, "What's the matter today?"

Lin Zhou curled his lips and said, "I'm not happy."

"why you are not feeling happy?"

Lin Zhou pursed his lower lip and did not speak. Just when Fu Mingshen thought he would not answer, Lin Zhou suddenly put his arms around his neck and said, "Brother, let's do it."

Fu Mingshen almost fell on the bed.This is another bizarre development out of gravity.

Boss Fu, who had been hit by a wave of beauty just now, distanced himself a little from him, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble."

"I didn't make trouble," Lin Zhou looked at him with watery eyes, "Brother, don't you want me?"

There was a misty drunkenness in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red. Looking at him so innocently and purely, it was simply the most silent invitation, which made it hard not to be moved.

The faint smell of wine mixed with the child's unique taste, became the strongest aphrodisiac.

Fu Mingshen's charming thoughts, which had been put away with great difficulty, surged out again.

Of course he wanted Lin Zhou.

From the first time I saw him, I wanted to want him fiercely. God knows how jealous he was of Ji Lin, how much he wanted to snatch him directly, tie him up at home, and let no one see him, just smile at him.

Besides, he had just been hit.

Mr. Fu took a deep breath, showed his steel-like will, reached out and grabbed Lin Zhou's arm, trying to tear it off, and said, "You're drunk."

In Lin Zhou's state, it is obvious that something unhappy happened today, so he drank so much wine to relieve his worries.

At this moment, he was drunk and his mind was not sober, so he thought of venting his inner unhappiness in an adult way.

Fu Mingshen is not considered a gentleman, but he doesn't want to take advantage of others.

Especially, the person he wants to cherish and love for the rest of his life.

However, Lin Zhou's fingers were glued together and he refused to let go, moaning and pestering him to do something, and rubbing his head against his neck. Fu Mingshen's willpower was collapsing exponentially, and he was frantically testing on the verge of losing control.

He was about to forcibly pull his hand away, when he suddenly heard Lin Zhou ask: "Brother, are you really bad?"

Fu Mingshen: "???"

"It should be." Lin Zhou seemed to think of something, and nodded to himself, "None of the rumors about you are false, and the frigidity should also be true."

Speaking of this, he looked at Fu Mingshen distressedly, sighed again, and said, "Forget it, if you can't do it, then you can't do it. The boyfriend I picked by myself, can we still break up?"

Fu Mingshen: "..."

Still use the aggressive method, right?

But Mr. Fu is someone who can be irritated by mere provocative methods, and whether it will work or not is not up to Lin Zhou.

Fu Mingshen was unmoved at all, but Lin Zhou suddenly turned over and changed into the posture of Lin Zhou on top.

With excitement in his eyes, the child said, "Since you can't do it, I can only do 1 for love."

Fu Mingshen: "...?"