"Look at He Liyao, he is really a scumbag!"

Fu Wei, who was choked into the room to hide, spat lightly, his wife didn't help when she entered the kitchen when she was pregnant, and took the initiative to run into the kitchen as soon as she got home.

[Well, scumbag.] ]

"But He Liyao used to be quite handsome," Fu Wei stared at the photo frame on the desk, rubbing his chin with his fingertips, and praised him sincerely.

The photo frame is filled with He Liyao's junior high school graduation photo, more than ten years ago, the photography technology was not very good, the picture quality is blurry, but the eyebrows and eyes of rows of students can be vaguely seen.

Among the students wearing blue and white school uniforms, He Liyao, who stood in the middle of the last row, stood out, with an upright back and proud proportions, even if it was blurred, it was difficult to hide the atmosphere of a school bully.

Shao Xun developed late, and after graduating from junior high school, he was still a little radish, standing in front of He Liyao, a whole section worse than He Liyao.

"It turns out that they hooked up so early..."Fu Mo secretly exclaimed, how old are they at this time, in the era when the Internet was not very developed, they actually understood BDSM? Or did you discover your attributes later?

[Maybe it's just a good relationship...]

It seems normal for little boys to have a good relationship and stick together.

"I don't think so, no matter how tall Shao Xun is, he can't be in the middle of the penultimate row."

Fu Sherlock Holmes is on the line.

[Why?] Watson 1973 followed.

"In order to look good, each row is decreasing from the middle high to both sides, and it is impossible for Shao Xun to stand in the middle and form a huge wavy line with a huge difference in the middle."

"And you see that their hands are holding them underneath," Fu Mo "snapped" and put it in the photo frame, I don't know what to be annoyed about.

The solid wood frame was slammed against the tabletop, the edges falling apart, and the glass and the wooden board behind it cracked, revealing the white paper that had been folded squarely inside.

Fu Wei pulled out the paper and quickly unfolded it in front of him.

In fact, it is a love letter, and the payer is Shao Xun. Fu Mo was afraid that He Liyao would suddenly come in, so he could only take a general look.

According to the payment period, the time was shortly before He Liyao's college entrance examination, and according to the content, it is speculated that He Liyao's mother should have locked He Liyao up at that time, and Shao Xun wrote a letter to talk about lovesickness.

[At this time, Shao Xun still likes He Liyao, it's not He Liyao's wishful thinking, it's just that Shao Xun is tired of it. ] ]

"That's your point?" Fu Qi didn't have a good airway.

[No... Otherwise? ]

Fu Wei didn't answer, he had a bold idea in his heart. The more Fu Mo thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, and he was angry for a while, and his hand was clenched into a fist and slammed the table.

Mother He already knew that He Liyao's orientation was wrong, and even she knew about Shao Xun's existence, so she also mentioned that her son went on blind dates everywhere, maybe... She also has a share of cheating marriages.

But this is just speculation, Fu Mo forced himself to calm down and comfort himself, He Mu cares about He Liyao the most, as long as He Liyao is made miserable in the end, this revenge will be avenged.

Fu Wei took a photo of the love letter, put the letter back untouched, restored the photo frame, and sat on the bed quietly thinking about the next plan.

"Son, you have your favorite spicy chicken today, you can eat more," He Mu smiled and pushed the plate of red and bright spicy chicken Fu Yu in front of He Liyao.

On the table are a sumptuous six dishes and one soup, spicy chicken, boiled fish fillet, Mao Xuewang, mapo tofu, spicy squid whiskers and tomato and egg soup.

They all have one thing in common: red.

Including that bowl of egg soup with tomatoes with only a few bits of yellow.

He Liyao and He Mu both like spicy food, so they naturally buried their heads in eating happily, and didn't care about Fu Wei, who couldn't eat spicy.

"Look, I'm a transparent one." Fu Mo hatefully stuffed a mouthful of tomatoes into his mouth, angry.

1973, which usually talks a lot, didn't dare to speak out, although it was an emotionless system, but it also knew at this time:

He Mu has indeed gone too far, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Let's not say that Mother He knows if Fu Mo can eat spicy food, even if Fu Mo can't, she always has to take into account that she is a pregnant woman and make something light.

The spicy smell wafting from the table didn't take Fu Hao, a pregnant woman, into account at all.

"I'm done," Fu Wei put down the dishes and chopsticks, his face expressionless.

It was probably the least meal she'd had eaten since she came into the world, aside from the ones that had been canceled because she was in bed.

He Liyao was still picking fish bones, and before he put the chopsticks, he turned his head and asked her, "Don't you want to eat again?" ”

He remembered that she had eaten more than that.

Fu Wei's refusal didn't leave his throat, and Lu heard He Mu come out to play a round, "If she doesn't eat, she won't eat, now pregnant women eat less and many times,"

？？？

She's so kind?

He Mu spit out the bones in her mouth, and said in a strange manner: "The current pregnant woman is Jin Gui." ”

Fu Hao's originally somewhat improved face slowly turned dark: she said Why is Mother He suddenly so kind, dare to be lustful and rise first?

He Mu said and sandwiched a piece of fish meat from the gills and put it into He Liyao's bowl, and then recalled and said: "Unlike when I was pregnant with you, not only did I take care of all the work at home, but I also had to go out to earn money to support the family, your dead ghost father is unreliable, I can have a meal when I come back, thank God." ”

[Profanity**. 1973 suddenly came out of nowhere with two symbols.

Fu You's connotation to 苼: I also want to swear, but she can't, she can't even speak *.

Do you still want her to eat seventeen or eighteen bowls of spicy dishes? And who is disgusting inside and out?

And the twenty-four filial husband He Liyao is as quiet as a chicken.

Fu Wei: Scumbag!

…

After He Mu went back, the relationship between Fu Mo and He Liyao changed, and this time it was not He Liyao's unilateral indifference to He Liyao, but Fu Liyao's indifference to He Liyao.

In the cold war between the two, He Liyao went on a business trip again, and Fu Wei was able to find time to deal with Shao Xun.

Xun: Are you there?

FS: Yes.

The next second Shao Xun sent the message, he received Fu Xun's reply, and his mood suddenly became excited, and then Shao Xun asked her cautiously.

Xun: Are you free for the evening? Can we meet in person?

FS: Free, eight o'clock in the evening, see you at the old place.

Their old place was the room where Fu Fu helped Shao Xun go.

Fu Mo didn't have any plot to tie up to that room, but he couldn't resist Shao Xun, he always felt that it was their treasure, and he said that it was better there than anywhere else.

She didn't know if it was better than other places, but she knew that it was very convenient to go to that hotel, so she kept coming by Shao Xun.

Shao Xun, who got the news of the date, hugged his mobile phone and jumped and jumped, he had been snubbed in the past few days and thought of all kinds of possibilities, and even made up the matter of Fu Fu until his relationship with He Liyao.

If it weren't for his confidence in his perennial protection work, Shao Xun would have known where to hide and cry.

"Qu Ning Mei."

As soon as Fu Mo opened the door, she heard Shao Xun sitting on the bed and calling her, barely covering the key parts with the hotel pillow in her arms.

"Why are you so excited?" At the usual pace, they would have to wait a while before they could get to the step of undressing.

She looked at the temperature of the air conditioner again and looked at him with lowered eyes, "Not too cold?" ”

22 degrees and bare-chested, quite capable.

"It's okay, it's not cold," Shao Xun put the pillow aside, knelt in front of Fu Tao, and waited sincerely, his eyes flashing with anticipation: She didn't care about me before, but now she likes me more and more?

Fu Mo didn't persuade him anymore and got down to business.

After a bit of soy sauce, the sky changed from gray to monotonous black, with the occasional star still shining.

Fu Wei opened the curtains and sat by the window to watch Shao Xun clean up.

Shao Xun fitness, but in moderation. There are only good-looking four-pack abs on the body, and thin muscles on the arms.

The red marks on his back and buttocks had not completely faded, and the pink stripe marks were particularly clear in the ample light, and Fu Mo suddenly remembered a trace of blood that flowed from his wrist just now.

"Does your wrist hurt there?"

Shao Xun played a little cautious this time, and secretly replaced the hemp rope with a metal bracelet and anklet, which could easily make a red mark.

"Lord..."

"Huh?" Fu Wei frowned and looked at him, he seemed to have forgotten the rules?

Shao Xun hurriedly changed his words: "It doesn't hurt." ”

Distinguish between the bed and the bed, no matter what the relationship is on the bed, there can only be strangers under the bed, this is the second time they agreed.

Knowing that he had done something wrong, Shao Xun didn't dare to say anything, so he lay quietly on the bed and smeared ointment on his fingertips. Lean down.

The room in the early morning was quiet, and only the opening and closing of the cap of the ointment bottle in Shao Xun's hand sounded from time to time.

"1973, show me the progress of the index."

[Good executor.] ]

[Shao Xun: 74%]

[He Liyao: 0%]

That's how much growth at once...

"I want to talk to you about our relationship, we..."

Shao Xun paused, rubbed his fingers on the sheet casually, buried his head in the quilt and eagerly interrupted Fu Xun's words, "Isn't our relationship good?" ”

A married woman is with a mistress, is it okay? Fu Wei's serious face collapsed.

"I think we'd better separate first," Fu Hui sat up from her chair, her back to Shao Xun, the glass of the window reflecting the corners of her upward lips and Shao Xun behind her.

"You know, I'm the one who has a husband."

Shao Xun looked at it from his point of view, the woman slowly lowered her head, her long straight black hair was scattered over her shoulders, her long skirt hugged Miaoman's figure, and her figure was thin.

"But I don't mind."