Marry ex-boyfriend his uncle

Zhou Ling, who was upstairs with a blushing face, had just returned to the room when the people who followed him pressed on the door of the master bedroom before he could react.

He opened his mouth to speak, and then there was a violent kiss, and there was a continuous sound of water stains between his mouth and tongue,

He was not dressed thickly, leaning against the cold door with his back, shivering, and the man who was still entangled with him to kiss, reached out his hand to his back at this time,

Another state of kissing fiercely is that he gently embraced Zhou Ling in his arms, picked him up and went to the bed without saying a word.

As a result, in the study room yesterday, Zhou Ling still had a sore back and a sore back. After sitting for a long time, he would feel that his waist was about to break.

Now that she was lured by Fan Daji and ran to the bed again, she must not be able to go outside for a week.

It was not until the early morning of the next day that someone continued to lie on the bed as if he had hurt his back.

After Fan Sucheng's incident in Four Seas, he now takes Zhou Ling with him wherever he goes, even if he goes to Macheng port, he also takes Zhou Ling with him.

He also takes it with him when he goes out to meetings, but he tries not to go out as much as possible, and asks others to send the documents to his home whenever he has anything to do.

Just deal with it in the study, and then take it away. This way, Zhou Ling couldn't spend his time in the shop.

"Why is there no news yet?"

Fan Sucheng slept on Zhou Ling's back, with one hand under Zhou Ling's neck, making a pillow for him,

The other hand was placed on Zhou Ling's stomach, stroking back and forth, as if to feel something in Zhou Ling's stomach.

"What news?" Before Zhou Ling could react, he turned a page of the book in his hand, and asked with some doubts.

Fan Sucheng was originally hugging Zhou Ling. After he touched Zhou Ling's stomach twice, in Zhou Ling's doubts, he pulled the quilt to the top of his head.

They all got under the quilt, and in Zhou Ling's astonishment, their slightly moist lips pecked back and forth on Zhou Ling's lower abdomen.

"Your little belly, Qi Jing is almost one year old, it's time to find a partner for him," Fan Sucheng's voice was a little buzzing, coming from under the quilt.

Zhou Ling was too afraid to move. He blushed a lot, lifted the quilt, and watched the man look at him curiously and a little bit disappointed like a child.

"It must be because I don't love you enough, I'll work harder.!"

"I don't want, I don't want, you want another son, go find someone else to have a baby with you!"

Zhou Ling supported his waist that was about to break, and stretched out his hand to hold down Fan Sucheng to keep him from coming.

"No! My child can only come out of your stomach," Fan Sucheng raised his eyes slightly, hugged Zhou Ling in his arms two or three times, and continued his efforts.

When Zhou Ling received a call from Master Liu, he suddenly remembered that he had to learn painting from this master.

And Master Liu called Fan Sucheng before, and Zhou Ling was not in a good mood at that time, so Fan Sucheng kept pushing.

Tie Zhou Ling to the bed, hang out with him, and keep teasing him, letting him quietly transfer the uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

At that time, Master Liu told Fan Sucheng that he would exhibit in Macheng for a longer period of time. Master Liu, who had been waiting for Zhou Ling to pass by, had been waiting for more than half a month.

In the end, I couldn't find Zhou Ling's phone number before calling, and when I saw Zhou Ling, I asked cautiously,

Could it be that Fan Sucheng forbade him to learn painting, and it also exposed Fan Sucheng's views on art.

"In the early years, I wanted him to hold an art exhibition for me, and he told me directly that although money is also paper, his paintings are also paper, and in comparison,

His money is still somewhat useful, but it is a pure waste of resources for me to paint on those white papers.

Those scribbled papers are given to others to be bleached, and they have to spend potions to bleach them. Only fools will support art. "

Fan Sucheng did not come with Zhou Ling, he sent Zhou Ling downstairs and said he would pick him up in half an hour,

He was going to a commercial center next to the exhibition, and went there to find someone.

So now Zhou Ling has the opportunity to hear Fan Sucheng's evaluation of art,

Mr. Liu talked about Fan Sucheng, and Fan Sucheng, who has been supporting Huahua in his ears, is obviously not alone...

Fan Sucheng here is saying that there is no benefit in wasting paper, while Fan Sucheng, who supports him behind his back, said that he will take him to places that many painters like to go,

There has never been a shortage of his colored pencils, cameras, and drawing boards at home, and he bought several of them.

"Maybe he has changed a little bit about painting now," Zhou Ling held back the urge to laugh in his heart,

Picking up the cup of tea that Mr. Liu poured for him, to cover up, he swallowed the unbearable laughter into his stomach.

"I think he may not have changed his mind about this matter in his whole life. In the early years, I went to the Red River in the Grand Canyon with him to collect folk songs.

I met a princess from a small country, and she was also collecting pictures there. Seeing that Fan Sucheng was handsome, she wanted to give the painting to him, but he didn't understand the style at all and said,

He didn't bother to take a second look at this thing that would take energy to recycle, so he just threw it away," Mr. Liu couldn't help it, and once again exposed Fan Sucheng's background.

When Zhou Ling was drinking tea, he paused his hand and then returned to normal, but he kept this matter in mind.

When he talked with Mr. Liu, he wasn't nervous at all. During the chat, Mr. Liu didn't ask him about painting.

When Fan Sucheng came to pick up Zhou Ling, Mr. Liu handed Zhou Ling his contact information, and said to him: "I still have an exhibition in China and it's over, and I'm going to Art City BL next. That will happen in the next year, if you are free, please call me then."

Zhou Ling excitedly took it from Mr. Liu's hand with sparkling eyes, a piece of paper he tore off from nowhere, and it was also a string of phone numbers written by him with his own oil paint pen.

Another deep meaning behind Mr. Liu's invitation to Zhou Ling is that he wants to bring Zhou Ling into a deeper world of painting.

"Just so happy?" Fan Sucheng drove the car, and saw that the little thing next to him was still holding another man's phone, and the corners of his mouth were still curled up, and he didn't put it down.

That happy appearance also infected Fan Sucheng, and at the same time, he felt a little sour in his heart. It was another man who made his wife so happy.

Zhou Ling knew what holding this piece of paper in his hand meant to him. When he was learning to draw, it was just a coincidence.

Only when you are irritable and distracted by other things can you calm down,

It happened that the school had an art class at that time, and I slowly learned to draw apples and pears with the teacher. Later, I found that painting can get rid of all the troubles.

His heart gradually became quiet, so he embarked on the road of painting. What has kept him going for so many years is to pick up the brush and not put it down.

But he never dared to imagine that he would have the opportunity to come into contact with someone like Mr. Liu, and he couldn't even believe that he might become this Mr. Liu's apprentice.

With the opportunity in front of him, he couldn't help but want to shrink back and refuse, fearing that he would disappoint the teacher.

He stands too high, and his grades cannot reach his height. This is something he is more entangled with.

"Huh? We were all happy just now," said Fan Sucheng, who was paying attention to the traffic on the road while paying attention to Zhou Ling.

He was very happy from the beginning, but his smile slowly faded, and he became a little sad.

Fan Sucheng crossed the gear lever with his right hand, grabbed Zhou Ling's hand, rubbed it in his palm, and finally crossed his fingers together.

The little worry in Zhou Ling's heart flew away all at once.

When I chatted with Mr. Liu before, what he said about Fan Sucheng's old background, he couldn't help but recall it.

The princess of the small country they met... I don't know if she still has contact with this person, Zhou Ling squinted at Fan Sucheng, and then snorted coldly.

When he hummed like this, Fan Sucheng, who was driving the car, immediately widened his eyes in fright, and those curled eyelashes fluttered,

The fear in his eyes was very obvious, he found a parking space in a panic, and quickly parked in it.

With a strong desire to survive, he took Zhou Ling's hand, and asked him cautiously and relaxedly: "My lord, what is the lack of service that makes you unhappy, I will punish myself, please don't treat me like this." I, I'm so scared."

As he said that, he was even more frightened, and leaned closer to Zhou Ling's co-pilot. He was half bigger than Zhou Ling, so he insisted on squeezing to Zhou Ling's side.

Leaning on Zhou Ling's thin shoulders, he rubbed against Zhou Ling like a coquettish little animal, and said, "It must be my fault to make you unhappy. Tell me, I can bear any punishment you want. , just don’t drive me away from you, you don’t know, I’m like a fish out of water, I can’t live without you.”

I don't know what kind of TV he was watching again, which made Zhou Ling's head hurt, but the person next to him continued to say: "Oh~, don't stop talking, your cold look makes my hands tremble, do you want me to carve my chest on my chest?" Put your name on it, you will believe me!"

This time the 'poisoning' was very deep, Zhou Ling wanted to remove the TV in the bedroom at the moment, but he thought he was so cute and couldn't help laughing.

Knowing that the moment he laughed, he would immediately fail, he turned his head and looked at the side of the car window to adjust his mood.

Like Fan Sucheng's angry look in the past, he narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips, and stretched out his hand to pinch the chin of the 'weak' man in front of him,

Domineeringly asked him: "Mr. Liu said, did you have a very romantic encounter with a princess from a country?"

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I'm so sleepy, good night ladies, see you tomorrow, Boss Fan is really too skinny today.