Wang Fuxing is not a man in the end, except for the dead corpse and Zhou Yi, other women here have more right to speak, love is never a so-called adjective, a part of it that cannot be ignored, there are some verb meanings, men and women love, but it is not as simple as staring at each other's eyes affectionately and then dryly saying I love you, so the meaning of the two words of man is that he can bear things outside, and he can make his husband and wife life in a harmonious state inside.

If this question is not asked by a dead corpse today, but Xia Qinwei, Chen Hualou, or any woman, Wang Fuxing dares to refute without blushing, whether it is a man or not, you can try it.

But now staring at his dead corpse with slightly disappointed eyes and asking this question, it made Wang Fuxing blush a little.

He did possess this woman with terrifying strength, but that possession of less than five minutes was undoubtedly very unsuccessful, and even the slight disappointment in the other party's eyes also made Wang Fuxing have too many associations.

So in the face of this woman who has let herself control her emotions many times, Wang Fuxing was a little annoyed in his heart for no reason, his face quickly became gloomy, staring at the calm and indifferent pretty face in front of him, his voice carried a hint of coldness, and said coldly: "Whether I am a man or not, you are not alone in the final say, the same, what should I do, I don't need you to point fingers, don't forget your own identity!" ”

The corpse's body trembled slightly, her fingers subconsciously tapped the table in front of her, her face seemed to be a little pale with anger, but she couldn't hold back and didn't have a seizure, but lowered her head stiffly, stared at her palm, and stopped talking.

Wang Fuxing's expression changed, but his heart softened slightly for no reason.

"Fuxing, how can you talk to a girl like this?"

A soft, slightly reproachful voice sounded.

As soon as the words came out, not only Wang Fuxing, but even Chen Hualou and Xia Qinwei, who were eyeing Chen Hualou and Xia Qinwei, who were ready to brew a second attack at any time, quieted down.

Because it was Zhou Yi who spoke.

A woman with a very simple identity, even to put it bluntly, in the capital, her family is just a rich person's family, above ordinary people, but far from a real celebrity.

But now everyone knows a fact, the head of the Wang family wants to call this woman Mom!

This is a position that few people can achieve.

And whether it is Chen Hualou or Xia Qinwei, or Huangfu Lingxi and Chu Qianyuan and others, how strong is the family behind them, but as Wang Fuxing's woman, Zhou Yi has some meaning of being a mother-in-law.

Wang Fuxing's movements stiffened, opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Zhou Yi had already stood up, sat on the other side of the dead body, and took her hand.

Her expression was a little trance-like, a little sad, but her very careful and serious eyes were trembling violently, just looking carefully at the eyes of the dead corpse.

The dead corpse who was originally looking down at the table raised her head and glanced at Zhou Yi, and immediately turned her gaze, she seemed to be a little flustered, and withdrew the palm that was held by Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi instantly noticed her gaffe, and smiled a little gloomily, she seemed to want to reach out and stroke the other party's hair, but she took it back halfway through her hand, and then whispered in a very low voice: "What's your name?" ”

"Dead body, I don't have a name, only a code name."

The corpse's tone was calm and cold, and anyone could hear a hint of rejection and alienation in her tone.

Wang Fuxing's eyes narrowed instantly, and a trace of anger appeared on his face.

The Imperial Palace dares to be named after the word emperor, but this is definitely not an ancient palace, everyone doesn't need to kneel when they see Wang Fuxing, Zhou Yi is naturally not the Queen Mother Lafayette, but in today's Imperial Palace, plus Wang Fuxing, plus Wang Fuxing's woman, no one dares to talk to Zhou Yi in the tone of a dead corpse.

This is disrespectful to the elders!

Feudal ideology?

Don't modern people pay attention to etiquette? Can modern people see their elders without being big or small? A German word, a ritual word, don't say 5,000 years, even if it was developed five years ago, these two words could not disappear!

He took a deep breath, saw Zhou Yi's somewhat sad expression, forced himself to suppress the anger in his heart, stretched out his hand to lift her chin, looked at her eyes, and said lightly: "Listen, I asked you what your name is just now, she is my mother, I don't know what you have experienced in the past, and I don't bother to care, what kind of character you have, it has nothing to do with me, but in the face of the elders, I hope your tone can be softened a little, an aunt will always shout, right?" Now, you add your name and introduce yourself again, you know? ”

At that moment, a trace of unusually complicated emotions flashed in the dead corpse's empty eyes.

There's some softness, and there's a hint of hatred and tenderness that is very shallow.

Wang Fuxing was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "You don't understand what I say?" ”

The dead body bit its lip, stubbornly looked at Wang Fuxing, and didn't say a word.

Wang Fuxing's eyes narrowed, and his smile became colder.

The atmosphere gradually became stiff, and at this time, even the few women who had originally targeted the dead body had a strange feeling.

Huangfu Lingxi gently pulled Wang Fuxing's other hand, as if to signal Wang Fuxing not to embarrass her, and Chen Hualou also stopped talking several times, looked at the dead body, and sighed softly.

"Forget it, it's just a title, what do you care about so much."

Zhou Yi, whose face seemed to be a little embarrassed, chuckled, looked at the dead body in a daze, and suddenly said coldly: "Fuxing, shall I talk to this girl?" ”

She didn't wait for Wang Fuxing to speak, she had already continued to add: "Let's talk alone." ”

Wang Fuxing was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously nodded.

Zhou Yi stood up elegantly, looked at the dead body sitting on the chair with a smile, and said softly: "It won't take up a lot of your time, ten minutes is enough, is it okay?" ”

The corpse bowed its head, as if it hadn't heard, and was silent.

"Ten minutes, you won't give me anything?"

Zhou Yi's voice trembled, his eyes were fixed on the dead corpse, and his tone seemed to be a little pleading.

Wang Fuxing's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, but at this time, his eyes or his mental state were unprecedentedly clear.

The corpse remained silent, and she seemed to hesitate for a moment, before she nodded lightly and rose from her seat.

Zhou Yi, who already had a trace of tears in his eyes, smiled lightly and took the initiative to hold the hand of the dead corpse and go upstairs.

The dead body seemed to want to dodge, but hesitated, but let Zhou Yi take his hand and walk from the restaurant on the second floor to the third floor like a marionette.

In the restaurant, several women looked at each other.

Wang Fuxing's mind was complicated, and the bowl of rice in front of him was finished, but the chopsticks were still mechanically stretched into the rice bowl.

Huangfu Lingxi took Wang Fuxing's bowl and gave him another bowl, blinked his eyes, and said seriously: "What's wrong with you?" ”

"Huh? Well. Eat, I'm not hungry. ”

Wang Fuxing shook his head, put down his chopsticks and said softly.

Xia Qinwei also put down her chopsticks, looked at Chen Hualou with a calm face, and gradually frowned.

She couldn't understand why Minister Chen proposed to call Aunt Ye over at today's meeting, she originally thought that Chen Hualou was going to put pressure on Wang Fuxing, but now it seems that her motives are not so simple.

Chen Hualou and Xia Qinwei glanced at each other, and then when they didn't see anything, they continued to eat quietly.

Third floor.

The curtains of the master bedroom have been opened, the warm sunlight is sprinkled with most of the room, the lighting at the head of the dragon in the imperial palace is excellent, there are no walls on all sides, and the black scales are all glass with a sense of science and technology, this glass can isolate the heat in summer, but it can absorb the temperature of the sun in winter, some of the meaning of warm in winter and cool in summer, and even better is that no matter in which corner of the imperial palace, as long as the owner is willing, you can bathe in the sun at any time, such a residence, Only Xia Qinwei's loser behavior of throwing money with her life can do it.

Zhou Yi and the corpse came to the master bedroom one after another.

She took the young woman's hand and sat on the bed, the tremor in her eyes became more and more violent, and she said softly, "Do you really have no name?" ”

The corpse hesitated, then nodded.

"You... How old are you this year? ”

Zhou Yi hesitated for a moment and asked softly.

"I don't know."

The corpse's tone was even colder and more silent than it was outside.

She sat motionless on the bed, like a beautiful statue.

"I know."

Zhou Yi smiled, her eyes seemed to flash with a heartbroken light, distress, self-blame, and guilt, as well as a hint of suppressed surprise that even Wang Fuxing hadn't seen.

"You're twenty-seven years old, and it's May 15th, aren't you? You can't be wrong, right? ”

The dead corpse lowered her head, her eyes changed violently in the corners that Zhou Yi couldn't see, and in the end, she didn't answer anything, and stood up directly.

But before she left, she was held by a pair of warm palms.

Maybe she didn't want to break free, or maybe for some other reason, the corpse struggled twice, but she couldn't withdraw her palm!

But Zhou Yi cried.

She cried very sadly, crying unscrupulously, tears burst out unscrupulously in her eyes, she held the white and tender palm of the dead corpse to prevent her from leaving, her tone was choked, but she said very resolutely: "Do you know? I'm not just a woman, I'm a mother! Have you ever been a mother? Have you ever experienced what it's like to lose a daughter? I'm a stupid woman, when my husband wanted to break up Fuxing and my daughter, I should have resolutely opposed it, but I didn't, I was wrong, I was so stupid, but even if I am stupid, will my own daughter stand in front of me now, will I not feel it at all? Wouldn't I recognize it? I'm a mother, why don't you recognize me? Why not tell about Revival? Don't you know how happy I am when I see you? Even if my daughter is not what she used to be, but I am your mother, how can I be mistaken?! ”

Mother and daughter are connected.

Every child is flesh that falls from their parents.

Zhou Yi cried louder and louder, and finally stood up, holding the dead body tightly in his arms, trembling violently, feeling more and more sad and guilty.

The corpse stiffened, motionless, with its eyes tightly closed.

Her tone was still calm, but she was no longer indifferent, and she said softly, "You recognized the wrong person, ah, Auntie." ”

A drop of blood slowly stretched out from the palm of her hand.

Her slender nails pierced the palms of her hands, and the blood pooled, dripping onto the red stalls in the room.

"I didn't!"

Zhou Yi gently pushed the dead body away, but grabbed her shoulders tightly, stared into her eyes and said, "You hate us, right?" We were wrong, we really know that we are wrong, silly daughter, as long as you are willing to come back, we will compensate you twice, we can give you whatever you want, okay? Fuxing will not marry Minister Chen, as long as you come back, I will let him marry you, if he is willing, he will definitely be willing. ”

The dead corpse's eyes were calm, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, it seemed to be difficult, but she still tried to smile, her calm eyes were slightly red, but her tone remained the same and chuckled: "Yes, I believe he is willing, if I am really your daughter, he will definitely be willing, but you recognize the wrong person." Aunt. ”

No one had ever seen a dead body at this time.

Wang Fuxing has never seen it, and neither has the small team that has been with her for several years.

It turned out that she smiled so beautifully, so brightly and dazzlingly.

But this one was originally a very simple smile, what was it polluted with, two more points of indifference and determination?

The dead corpse blinked slightly, looked at Zhou Yi, and said softly: "Let's go out, don't tell him, otherwise he will be very disappointed, his current mental state, there is a problem, although it is not obvious, but it is already very serious." ”

She gently pushed Zhou Yi away, glanced at her with a smile, turned around and walked out of the room, covering her mouth tightly with one hand.

Inside the restaurant.

Wang Fuxing, who didn't know what he was waiting for, finally saw Zhou Yi and the dead body going downstairs one after another.

He subconsciously got up suddenly, stared at Zhou Yi with his eyes, hesitated, seemed a little timid, but also a little expectant, opened his mouth and tried several times, and finally said, "Mom..."

Zhou Yi seemed to have cried, she smiled reluctantly, nodded, and said softly: "Fuxing, I suddenly remembered that I still have some things to do, so I'll go back first." ”

That's it?

That's it?

Is that the answer?

Wang Fuxing's mind was blank, the brilliance in his eyes disappeared instantly, and he sat on the chair, stunned.

That's right, that's the answer.

But what answer do you really want from you?

Wang Fuxing picked up his head with both hands and beat it hard a few times, then slowly got up and looked at the dead body.

The corpse glanced at him, then shifted its gaze elsewhere.

Wang Fuxing took a deep breath, looked at her figure, and said calmly: "You go out with me." ”