Marry ex-boyfriend his uncle

As soon as Zhou Ling left, the atmosphere at the breakfast table immediately changed.

Before that, she handed Fan Sucheng a spoon, and served Fan Sucheng stomach porridge. Han Yue, who was full of tenderness,

At this moment, it was as if he had encountered a natural enemy, and he put away all the publicity he should have.

Fan Sucheng who threw the spoon into the porridge did not speak.Instead, he looked at the two brothers opposite.

The boy named Xu Zimo looks exquisite, but his behavior shows that there is a trace of being pampered for many years.

Even if he eats, drinks soup, or needs to take something, Xu Zichen also takes care of it, and almost always takes care of him by holding him in the palm of his hand.

And the very spiritual temperament exuded by this boy also makes others feel very comfortable.

But even though the boy named Xu Zimo was good-looking, like a little prince, Fan Sucheng knew that such a person was not suitable for him.

People in their position know what they want, he doesn't need any commercial marriage,

There is no need to marry a woman with a strong background to grow their family.

What he needs is someone who can let go of all guards in front of him, who can stand with him and say some nasty words from parents,

Someone who is willing to put hot water for him to take a bath when he comes back from a business trip, and cook all the meals at home and put them on the restaurant.

As for Han Yue next to him, he would never be able to do what she wanted in his entire life.

"Serve your little ancestor so well, be careful that he will climb on your head and do his best in the future."

Fan Sucheng's eyes ached from the natural tenderness in front of him, and his heart was stuffy.

What he saw was extremely uncomfortable, and if he was also uncomfortable, he wanted to make others feel uncomfortable, and the first to bear the brunt was Xu Zichen being excluded.

Xu Zichen next to him also glanced over when he heard the words, "It's better to be a lonely old man than you will grow old in the future."

Speaking of Fan Sucheng and Xu Zichen, they were classmates when they were in school.

Later, when I graduated, I did not lose contact, and I also had some cooperation in business, so I can be regarded as close friends.

Xu Zimo sat aside and laughed, then fell on Xu Zichen's lap, arrogantly saying that he was full.

Now if you want to eat ice cream, you can just take a bite, and your acting like a baby is extraordinarily cute.

However, with Xu Zichen's cold face, no matter how the child acted like a baby, he would not let go.

Fan Sucheng's eyes hurt from looking at it, and his heart felt stuffy, but deep down in his heart, there was a different kind of feeling.

Xu Zichen didn't talk much, and he had a cold face, but when he faced the child, others could see the tenderness in his eyes.

He suddenly remembered that when he went back to the room last night, he saw the washed shirt hanging in the bathroom.

And in the restaurant, the plates are turned upside down, chicken shredded noodles that are still warm, and a glass of warm milk.

"You're going to Zhoujiang, that's fine, don't bother me."

Thinking of this, Fan Sucheng stood up, and said to Han Yue who was still sitting next to him with a strange expression on his face.

Then he picked up the coat that was placed on the back of the chair, put it on handsomely and elegantly, and walked outside, the whole person seemed to be in a much more relaxed mood.

Zhou Ling, who walked ten minutes earlier than Fan Sucheng, took the bus and hurried to the meeting point.

Because I was doing activities with a class from Sihai, the basic itinerary for this time was planned by Sihai.

The shuttle bus to take them to the ancient town is also provided by Sihai School.

Because Zhou Ling didn't sleep well last night, as soon as he sat down in his seat, he started to squint his eyes and recharge his batteries.

When I came to this section of the road, I felt relieved a lot.

He likes Fan Sucheng, that's for sure.

Not only because Fan Sucheng pulled him out of the abyss of despair, but also because of other reasons for Fan Sucheng.

He likes the stable feeling on Fan Sucheng's body, and likes Fan Sucheng sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking a cigarette.

I like when he hugs me happily occasionally, or when he looks at himself with a smile in his eyes.

He thought that things like these belonged to him alone during these four years.

Even when Yuan Minghui kept saying in his ear that he was not good enough for Fan Sucheng, he didn't give him much feeling.

But when he saw Han Yue appearing, his heart gradually became clear.

Maybe he is just a grass in the mud pile, looking up at the high blue clouds in the sky, but he can't get it anyway.

Four years, perhaps it can be said that these four years are the most precious four years in his life.

He can fight for what he wants in these four years, and go further and more smoothly in the future without these four years.

So he can't stand still and feel sad for what he can't get.

After picking up his mood, Zhou Ling tightly hugged the drawing board on his back.

The ancient town of Sihai has a history of more than 300 years, and the buildings inside are a kind of water town.

It looks very comfortable, with big banana leaves and nine curved corridors.

In a corner of the building, a flag was raised with a bamboo pole, and the word "tea" was written in big black ink on it.

Sitting by the window are elegantly dressed guests in cheongsams, stepping on large bluestone slabs, and walking up there are steps built with stones.

On a wide platform, there is a big banyan tree with dense foliage.

The banyan tree was surrounded by red maple trees, and under it were scattered tables and chairs cut from piles of stones.

Everything in front of him was like a painting, and Zhou Ling's bad mood was healed by the scenery in front of him.

He put down the drawing board he was still carrying behind his back, found a place that was pleasing to his eyes, picked up a paintbrush and compared the angle in front of his eyes, and then started to color.

Because the mood is much better, which can also be reflected in the painting, even the colors he used are more cheerful.

When they went to eat in a relatively large hotel at night.

Just as Zhou Ling sat down and picked up his chopsticks, Shao Yiluo, who came not far away, was sitting next to him, then leaned over and whispered to Zhou Ling.

"I just came in from the outside, and I seem to see the man's car coming."

Shao Yiluo didn't say anything else, but just such a sentence made Zhou Ling clenched the chopsticks in his hand tightly.

He turned his head and looked at Shao Yiluo in surprise, and saw him nodding to himself.

Zhou Ling secretly took a deep breath, pretended to go to the bathroom, and walked outside quickly.

There is a large parking lot outside the hotel, Zhou Ling walked there.

"Sir, just now Miss Han Yue called to ask, have you seen the necklace of the heart of the ocean that she put in the room yesterday?"

"Let her find it in the bathroom by herself."

Fan Sucheng, who was walking in front, didn't turn his head. The cigarette he was lighting in his hand in the dark night was flickering.

However, what he said was clearly heard by Zhou Ling who was standing behind the pillar.