Lovers torture themselves every day

Ji Yan sat in the car, looking a little excited because of the alcohol, he leaned on the seat and closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow, his whole person was full of nobility and a little pride.

Fu Siyuan pulled Ji Yan's seat belt and buckled it up, tried it a few more times, then looked at Ji Yan and said, "What do you want to eat when you get home?"

Ji Yan shook his head, lazily said: "Don't eat."

Fu Siyuan was like a hardworking old woman. Hearing this, he frowned slightly, and said disapprovingly: "You must eat after drinking today."

Ji Yan had no choice but to raise his eyelids: "Honey, I just had a drink."

Just one cup, now I feel nothing but a little hot.

Fu Siyuan's memory loss is still the same. In fact, he is in good health now, and it's no big deal to drink some wine occasionally.

Fu Siyuan started the car and looked at the road ahead: "A glass is also wine."

The wine here has no spiritual power, and it is said that drinking too much can damage the stomach.

If his Taoist companion wants to drink in the realm of comprehension, he will never stop him.

Ji Yan adjusted his sitting posture, looked at Fu Siyuan and said, "I'll go back and drink some milk."

Fu Siyuan nodded.

When he got home, Fu Siyuan took off his coat and went to the kitchen to warm his milk.

Ji Yan is sitting in the living room playing with the baby.

They came back late today, and they have already finished walking the dog.

Ji Yan glanced at the time, and planned not to go out for a dog walk today. He found a little yellow duck that Samoyed usually likes, and lost it far away: "Baby, go and pick up the toy."

It can barely be regarded as a dog and a Frisbee, and I can make do with venting my energy.

Samoyed was overjoyed, ran over on all fours, dexterously bit his jaw back, and looked up at Ji Yan, as if begging for praise.

Ji Yan unceremoniously ruaed the dog's head, threw the toy for a while, and at the same time praised and touched his head and ears, and successfully exhausted Samoyed's energy in half an hour.

The big snow-white dog lay down on the ground, with a black nose and lively eyes, accompanied by white fluffy hair as thin as a cow's hair, like a glutinous rice cake with hair.

Fu Siyuan brought over the warm milk, which was filled in a transparent cup, and it still smelled faintly.

After Ji Yanduan took a sip and put it on the table, the light fell and cast a faint shadow on the edge of the cup, like a thin moon. The two cats lying on the sofa finally walked over gracefully with their paws.

When Ji Yan was playing with the dog just now, the two cats were lying on the sofa, looking at the dog running around with a look of "what's the matter" on their faces, only now did they become interested, and walked lazily towards Ji Yan.

A dusty paw stepped on Ji Yan's leg, and then the other three paws also stepped on it. The furry head lowered its head and sniffed, and gave a condescending meow.

The blue cat's pupils suddenly rounded, and it was about to stretch out its paws to dig into the cup, but Fu Siyuan quickly grabbed the back of the neck and carried it away.

Fu Siyuan picked up the cat, pinched the nape of his neck and put it on his lap, patted the round hairy head lightly as a lesson: "Don't put your paws into your father's cup."

The blue cat shrank its ears: "Meow~"

The voice is very low, coquettish and squeamish.

Fu Siyuan squeezed that furry paw, and said in a deep voice: "Ji Xinxin, you must respect your father!"

He has sharp facial features and a tough appearance. He looks quite capable of bluffing people when his face is expressionless. When he speaks in a deep voice, he has a majestic and cold aura, as if he is really a feudal patriarch who pays great attention to etiquette and teaches his children who have no manners. .

Ji Yan:.

He stared blankly.

The blue cat was pinched on the back of its neck and lay on its legs, and let out a long meow in a soft voice.

Fu Siyuan was serious and old-fashioned, without mercy: "Do you understand what I said?"

Blue Cat: "Meow~"

Fu Siyuan's tone was cold and firm: "Ji Xinxin, don't act like a baby, and don't be rude to your father!"

The blue cat is kicking its legs, and there is nothing to love: "Meow~"

Ji. Cat child father. Yan:.

Pour. It doesn't have to be like this.

He reached out to rescue the blue cat from Fu Siyuan's grasp, hugged and stroked it, his palm sank into the silky fur, and looked at Fu Siyuan amusedly: "It's just a kitten."

What does a cat know about respect?

It is simply curious.

Fu Siyuan looked at his Taoist companion holding the cat, his words were full of protection, his lips moved to say something, and when he saw the young man smiling at him, he closed his eyes and said in a blunt voice: "You just want to protect it .”

His children should be well-mannered, and now his Taoist companion will protect him as soon as he teaches him a lesson.

Hey ~

It's not good to spoil too much, what if you don't have a good education.

Fu Siyuan thought worriedly.

Ji Yan:.

Fu Siyuan's reaction really seemed to be that of an old father suffering from his child's disappointment.

It's still the kind of old father who wants to educate himself but his lover refuses to let him.

He was confused by his association for a moment, and then changed the subject nonchalantly: "Mom told me today that she knew a doctor, and asked if you would like to recuperate your body?"

Ji's mother pays great attention to health preservation at this age, and the recuperation she mentioned is probably the recuperation of traditional Chinese medicine.

Fu Siyuan was slightly taken aback, and Ji's mother's face appeared in his mind: "No need, I am in good health now."

He pursed his lips and said to Ji Yan: "Forget it, I will thank mom personally."

Then, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Ji's mother.

Seeing him stand up, Ji Yan didn't know what his mother said over there. Fu Siyuan pursed his lips, as if he was thinking about his words: "Thank you mother for your concern, I am in good health now."

"Thank you is due."

"Well, take care of yourself too."

"Say hello to father for me."

There was no perfunctory or careless tone in his tone, and he spoke every word with seriousness. When Ji Mu spoke, he had a serious expression on his face.

He didn't sit back on the sofa until he hung up the phone.

Ji Yan twirled his fingers slowly, Fu Siyuan was very polite to his elders, but that day Fu's mother said that their mother and child were not close.

The three words 'not close' are actually very interesting. It's not about resentment or disrespect. It's more than polite but not heart-to-heart. It's like there is a barrier glass between two people. No open communication.

There will never be quarrels, and there will be no resentment. They are alienated and polite from each other.

Ji Yan thought for a while, then said warmly: "I actually saw you that day. Cough, Fu Siyuan's mother."

This one said he was Fu Qingqing, so let's call him Fu Siyuan before he lost his memory.

Fu Siyuan was taken aback for a moment, Yuanzhen's mother asked, "What did she say?"

He has no father or mother in the realm of comprehension, and he really doesn't know how to get along with his own mother who treats this body.

"It's nothing." Ji Yan raised his hand and drank the rest of the milk in one gulp, and said calmly: "It's just caring."

He pretended to be unintentional and asked: "If you meet Mama Fu, what are you going to do to her?"

Fu Siyuan thought about these things for the first time.

After thinking about it, he said: "If she needs help, I will help her." After a moment's pause, he added: "If necessary, I will pretend to be my original self."

Ji Yan smiled: "Actually, you can get closer to her."

He didn't know much about Fu's mother, but from the conversation that day, he could also find that the other party was not unreasonable.

Fu Siyuan, who had never refuted to Ji Yan, suddenly said, "I may not be able to get close."

The light from the top of his head shone sparsely on his brows and eyes, but there was not much warmth in his eyes, he just said seriously: "I should take this body to do her good or compensate her, but I am not hers. Children, there is no natural attraction between blood."

After a moment of silence, Fu Siyuan said: "My blood relationship is weak."

With the memory of the cultivation world, he is doomed to have no choice.

Ji Yan lowered his eyes.

His parents have a good relationship, but it doesn't mean that he thinks that all parents and children are as harmonious as their families.

Fu Siyuan lost his father since he was a child, and his mother soon had a new child after remarrying, so he probably neglected him a little.

People's emotions are mutual, and whether they are close to their parents or not has a lot to do with the environment they lived in when they were young.

But these are just his guesses.

Ji Yan raised his head and smiled at Fu Siyuan, jokingly said: "Your marriage is not shallow, I will accompany you in the future."

Fu Siyuan raised his eyes, his mind fluttered by the sudden love words from the Taoist couple.

Sitting next to Ji Yan, he hugged him happily, bowed his head and kissed him: "My Taoist companion is so kind to me."

Mr. Ji said: "It should be."

Fu Erfang raised his head half shyly and half expecting to speak: "I have nothing to repay, you just take this body."

Ji Yan:.

He glanced over and said with a smile, "That's fine."

A dog and two cats in the living room suddenly saw the two go into the room. Samoyed walked back and forth at the door a few times, but the bedroom door was still closed, and finally had no choice but to lie back in the nest.

On the treetops of the moon, Wan Lai is silent.

The smell of heather in the room is strong, and a strong musk is lingering for a long time, and the sheets that were originally flat are now crumpled, and there are some vague almond white curls in the wet.

Ji Yan didn't want to move at all, he just breathed in to calm down his excessively violent heartbeat.

Fu Siyuan reached out to wipe the sweat off his head, with a satisfied face, he looked at the human with his head up and said, "How about my promise today?"

"Very good, very good, don't want it next time."

Ji Yan silently put his hands on his waist.

Happiness is happiness, but I feel that my kidneys are a little weak.

It seems to be overdrawn.

Fu Siyuan rubbed his waist for the Taoist companion: "Sore?"

Ji Yan was silent.

It's not a question of whether it's sour or not, it seems to be hollowed out.

A tooth-piercing emptiness.

He thought vicissitudes, drink some wolfberry water tomorrow.

It should be able to make up for it. Right?