After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

It's a sultry moment, and the crematorium afterwards.

Even though Fu Juntong was concerned about his physical condition, he didn't dare to go too far. After a little addiction, he carried him to the bathroom to clean up, but Han Qi still slept late.

When Han Qi woke up, half of the bed beside him was already cold. Even though the quilt was still spread out, there was no warmth in the quilt.

Did you go to work?No, so ruthless!

Sure enough, men are like this. When they didn't get it, they called Xiao Tiantian, but today is different from the past, and they are so ruthless!Scumbag!

Han Qitian wandered around for a while, and he was amused by himself.

When Fu Juntong left, he should have drawn the curtains on purpose, so that the room was always dark, with no light coming in.

At first glance, Han Qi thought it was still early and the sky was still dark.

It wasn't until he subconsciously took out his phone to check the time that he realized that it was already noon.

Tsk, what's going on, doesn't it mean that his body is already much better? Why is it worse than when he was the first time?

When people wake up, they will be hungry.

The people of Han Qi didn't even sit up yet, they were already hungry.

Indeed, it was twelve o'clock, normally, he ate both meals, and now he hasn't had a meal yet, so it's normal to be hungry.

In addition, the heavy physical labor started yesterday afternoon, and although he probably ate afterward, the time was too far away, and his stomach was completely out of stock.

Han Qi struggled to get out of bed. As soon as his toes hit the ground, he felt soreness all over his body, especially his waist and legs.

Yesterday, the muscles on them were overstretched, and they took on a huge amount of exercise. Han Qi hadn't done high-intensity exercise for a long time, and the two superimposed, resulting in this tragic situation.

Han Qi moved for a while, and after he had started to get used to this feeling, he walked slowly to the bathroom.

Since I had been hugged and cleared yesterday, apart from soreness, I didn't feel anything strange, but I felt refreshed.

Therefore, he only needs to wash up, and there is no need for other procedures.

Han Qi casually put on an outer tire and got out of bed. Although the weather outside has started to turn cold, even a little cold, but since the air conditioner has been turned on indoors, it is still very suitable for the body, no matter how little he wears. Not afraid of freezing.

Han Qi washed his face, and suddenly saw his condition.

There is a full-length mirror on the sink. Even if Han Qi didn't intend to take a selfie in the mirror, he could still see a complete self in the mirror.

After a night, the light marks on his body have faded, and the heavy ones have become more and more obvious.

Visible to the naked eye are some mottled red marks on the fair and clear skin, extending down along the texture, which looks quite horrible.

It was exactly the same as last time, like a dog biting a bone, and it took him several days to get rid of it last time.

But it didn't hurt very much, on the contrary, it still felt a little cold. It should be Fu Juntong who gave him medicine.

Still he has a conscience.

Han Qi raised his hand to touch the back of his neck if he felt it. As expected, the skin touched by his fingers gave a slight tingling pain, and it seemed to be more sensitive than other parts of the skin.

Han Qi knew without thinking that this place must be swollen.

Fortunately, although today is a working day, he doesn't have to go out to work, otherwise it would be fine, the traces on his body can't be covered, he can't take out the winter scarf and wrap it around in the autumn weather.

Very well, Han Qi looked at himself in the mirror and showed an emotionless smile.

This time he did a good job, Fu Juntong will not have the next time.

After washing up, Han Qi took the clothes back to the bed and changed, planning to go downstairs to look for food after changing.

Although there may be no one at home, he still needs to show some face when he goes downstairs half-naked, and he can't do it.

It's just that as soon as he sat on the bed, he heard the sound of the door being turned. A good-quality door will not make any obvious sound when it is turned open, but in a room that is quiet enough, it still seems a little obvious.

Han Qi followed the sound subconsciously and looked up. Fu Juntong was holding a tray, opened the door and walked in.

What was on the tray should be his breakfast, and the aroma of porridge wafted out of the room in an instant, making the glutton in Han Qi's stomach want to move.

The clothes he was wearing were still pajamas, which meant that Fu Juntong should not have gone out today.

When he just woke up, he was not there, so he should have cooked for him, instead of being ruthless, leaving him at home and going to work by himself.

Still he has a conscience.

However, is it really not a problem to be late and leave early so frequently, and occasionally not go to work?

Sure enough, it's a company run by my own family. Even if I have confidence, it's fine if I don't go to work.

"Why didn't you go to work? Is it true that the subsidiary won't go bankrupt?" President, shouldn't the president be busy running around from morning to night? Why does his family skip work if they want to?

"Don't worry, I can support you even if the company goes bankrupt." Fu Juntong put the tray on the bedside table, put his arms around Han Qi, and carefully buttoned it for him.

Han Qi's coat was only half covered, he was afraid that he would catch a cold.

When buttoning Han Qi, Fu Juntong inevitably saw the marks on Han Qi's body. Han Qi's skin is thin and easy to leave marks. He didn't know how to do it when he first started yesterday. When he woke up, Du had already administered one side of medicine to Han Qi, but it still seemed a little shocking just looking at it like this.

Fu Juntong stroked a red mark on Han Qi's neck distressedly: "Does it still hurt?"

Han Qi trembled when he touched him, and subconsciously waved his hand away: "Don't move, it's itchy." He rubbed the place where Fu Juntong touched him just now, and said angrily, "Do you think it hurts or not? I don't know who did it."

"I will definitely be more careful next time." Fu Juntong pursed his lips: "After breakfast, I will take the medicine again. Does my stomach hurt? Is there anything wrong?"

Han Qi touched his lower abdomen subconsciously when he heard the words. Although there were many marks on his body, Fu Juntong was not too much yesterday. Generally speaking, he was quite gentle and cared about his feelings. Therefore, apart from his skin Apart from these marks and sore muscles in some places, there is nothing wrong with it, and I don't feel any discomfort at all.

However, this doesn't mean that Han Qi will easily let go of Fu Juntong, yelling here and there, calling for a stop. He only provoked him yesterday because he was bewitched. Fu Juntong can't do this, he can really do it.

"You probably won't have a next time in the short term." Han Qi looked at him with an unfriendly expression, and smiled: "Mr. Fu, I think you should be deprived of this right for the time being."

Fu Juntong looked at Han Qi's condition and thought that there should be no problem with Han Qi's body. He was a little relieved. It seemed that he did well yesterday.

However, Han Qi's mood was obviously not very good. Seeing that the situation was not good, Fu Juntong quickly changed the subject. His intuition told him that at this time, he must not sing against Han Qi, otherwise he would be serious. There is no chance at all.

After this period of time has passed, there will be opportunities.

"Hungry, let's eat something first." Fu Juntong picked up the bowl with one hand, and put his arm around Han Qi to make him feel more comfortable, and then began to feed him spoonful by spoonful.

Han Qi happened to be a little uncomfortable, and he was happy to enjoy Fu Juntong serving him like this.

It's a pity that there is no taste in his mouth. The porridge is delicious. He still wants to eat something stronger, but now his physical condition does not allow it, so he can only think about it.

While drinking, Han Qi suddenly thought of a question: "What about the things I bought for you, throw them away if you can't return them."

As soon as he mentioned this, Han Qi remembered what happened last night, and couldn't help but blush a little. Now he doesn't care about saving so much money, he just thinks about throwing away these unsightly things quickly, otherwise, thinking about it will make him feel ashamed .

Fu Juntong smiled at the doctor when he heard this, but he didn't answer right away. He asked Han Qi to finish the porridge in the bowl honestly, and then said: "How can this be done, I have already put him in the study .This is something you bought for me, I want to keep it well."

What!

This kind of thing is still in the study!When Han Qi thought that there were still such things in a serious office like the study, he felt bad all over.

He looked at Fu Juntong in disbelief, and said tremblingly, "Don't, don't, I'll buy you what you want. I'll buy you as much as you want, and you just throw those things away." drop it!"

"No, no matter how many things you bought for me, if you throw away this one, I will always get one less than what you gave me."

Han Qi was shocked. Why didn't I see Fu Juntong so good at talking? Didn't you set up a persona of a tall and cold boss? Your persona collapsed, my brother!

"Then what are you going to do before you are willing to throw these things away?" Han Qi weakly moved his body a little so that he could slip out of Fu Juntong's arms.

Then he collapsed on the bed, picked up the cup and covered his eyes, looking like he was not going to continue negotiating with Fu Juntong.

Fu Juntong chuckled, and lifted a corner of the quilt: "I don't feel too bored."

Han Qi knew that he couldn't struggle, so he closed his eyes when Fu Juntong pulled back the quilt. Anyway, the effect was the same.

But Fu Juntong didn't care. He looked at Han Qi for a while, until Han Qi couldn't keep his eyes closed, and even his eyelashes began to tremble. Then he said slowly:

"It's not impossible to throw it away, but in the end I still lost money, so I need a compensation."

Han Qi waited for this sentence for a long time, and finally waited for Fu Juntong to speak, so he hurriedly asked, "What compensation?"

"The future will be long." Fu Juntong didn't say it clearly, but just put the accent on a certain word.

Han Qi didn't understand what he meant at first, but the idiom turned a corner in his mind before he realized it.

"keep your word!"

"Okay, keep your word."

A man can bend and stretch, although it has been decided half an hour ago that Fu Juntong will not have a next time, but it is the lesser of two evils!

Han Qi could still do this multiple choice question.

Anyway, it wasn't the first time, anyway, he was quite happy.

Han Qi's answer should also satisfy Fu Juntong. After hearing his response, until Han Qi opened his eyes to look at him, Fu Juntong's smile was still on his face.

"Are you fooling me?" Han Qi frowned seeing Fu Juntong's smile.

"No, absolutely not. Is that enough? Are you still hungry?"

This time, the tried-and-tested method of diverting the topic finally failed once.

Han Qi answered him bluntly: "Don't change the subject, did you do it on purpose?"

Han Qi always felt that something was wrong, as if he had been fooled.

What does it mean to throw this away, and he will always be short of something he sent?

If you don't throw this one away, there will be no next one!

This time Fu Juntong didn't quibble anymore, he also said very directly: "You have agreed with your own mouth, but you can't go back on your word."

Dog thief, I will kill you!Han Qi was incompetent and furious.

Now he finally understands Lin Bo's feeling a little bit, Fu Juntong is really not a good person.

But he had already said his words, so of course there was no room for repentance. Han Qi looked at Fu Juntong's smug smile, took his hand directly, and took a bite as if to vent his anger.

The only place where he can speak is, besides the hands, there is only the neck.

It's not that he doesn't want to bite his neck. Fu Juntong is a person who has to go to work. Even if he is shameless, Han Qi still has shame.

Ahhhhhhh, why does he still care about his own skin when he's at this point, he's so pissed off!

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It's too late, I'll change it after the exam tomorrow