Bullying?

I can't see that this kid has grown up in country A, and he can still throw a few idioms.

Fu Mochuan looked at Langcheng's pink face, didn't say anything, took off his clothes and pants, only wore briefs, and followed into the bathtub with long legs.

Lang Cheng climbed the edge of the bathtub and looked at him with his little head tilted, his eyes swept over his muscular physique, his big eyes dark and shining.

"Come here." Fu Mochuan beckoned to him, "Didn't you ask me to help you take a bath?" ”

Lang Cheng didn't say a word, his little lips were pursed tightly, Fu Mochuan casually hugged his small body and let him sit face to face in front of him.

The water in the bathtub flooded his chest, but it only reached Fu Mochuan's navel, and it was the first time for the two to confess to each other like this, feeling strange and novel.

"Who usually bathes you?" Fu Mochuan asked.

Lang Cheng didn't answer, blinked his big eyes, and then asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

This kid is so uncute.

Fu Mochuan decided not to bother with him, took the shampoo, and squeezed a little into the palm of his hand.

Facing Lang Cheng's big black eyes, he held his little arm with one hand and washed his hair with the other.

His hair was soft and tame, completely different from his stubborn personality.

He has big eyes open, and the appearance of a small group is as cute as it gets.

Fu Mochuan's heart was also like a bubble in his hand, slowly swelling, becoming softer and softer.

"I'm sorry," he said, "Dad didn't know there was you before, so I never fulfilled my father's responsibilities, in the future, I will often help you bathe, accompany you to eat, take you out to play, and we will do the things we haven't done before one by one, okay?" ”

Lang Cheng raised his small eyebrows: "No need, Mommy and I are doing well." ”

Who is this kid's temper like?

Fu Mochuan stopped his movements and looked at him provocatively: "You are so capable, you can help me with the bath." ”

Lang Cheng glanced at him, noncommittal.

"Don't you dare or won't?" Fu Mochuan excited: "I can't do this little thing well, and I still want to protect your mommy?" ”

The sound of water rattled, and Lang Cheng stood up holding on to the edge of the bathtub.

Watching his small body crumbling in the big bathtub, Fu Mochuan kindly supported his small waist.

His tender skin lined with Fu Mochuan's robustness, quite a sharp contrast.

"Look, dad is a man, and you're just a little boy, you even have to be helped with the bath, how can you protect your mommy?"

"You can take care of your own women and children, and you don't have to worry about Mommy." Lang Cheng's answer almost made Fu Mochuan feel the urge to beat him.

What does it mean that he doesn't care, he is his son!

Xiao Langcheng really picked up the bath bomb and began to scrub Fu Mochuan in the bath.

His small body stood up, and he was also a little behind Fu Mochuan.

The small palm pinched the big bath ball, which really made people sweat for him.

Seeing him laboriously wiping himself in the bath, with a bubble on his head, a serious little appearance, Fu Mochuan couldn't tell what he felt, but he was not in a bad mood.

He also stretched out his hand and continued to wash Langcheng's little body.

Lang Cheng instinctively shrunk, but in front of his sturdy father, he really had no power to fight back.

The sound of water in the bathroom was agitated, and one big and one small took a shower intently, and they didn't say anything for a while.

In the end, Fu Mochuan wrapped Lang Cheng's small body with a big bath towel, looked at his white and red face, and said seriously: "Long Cheng, I don't know what you heard and saw before, forget all of them and get to know me again, okay?" ”

Lang Cheng glanced at him and nodded slightly, "Okay, then I'll think about it." ”

“……”

An Qing had been pacing back and forth outside the bathroom uneasily, and quickly walked over when she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening.

"You've all washed it?"

She stretched out her hand to take Lang Cheng and looked at Fu Mochuan, who was still dripping with water, the latter was only wearing a pair of pants on his body, soaked with water, she only glanced at it and quickly turned her eyes away.

"Wife, you didn't take my change of clothes." Fu Mochuan stared at her face.

"Oh, you wait a minute." An Qing hugged Lang Cheng: "I'll take him to get dressed first." ”

Bringing Lang Cheng into the bedroom, An Qing put his change of clothes on the bed, and asked uneasily, "You didn't have anything to do in the bathroom just now, right?" ”

"No," said Lang Cheng, "I will wear it myself." ”

"Can you? Don't catch a cold. ”

"I'll do it."

Seeing his resolute little face, An Qing had no choice but to take the door and go out.

She took Fu Mochuan's pajamas and walked outside the bathroom, and she knocked on the door panel: "The clothes are out of the door." ”

As soon as the words fell, the bathroom door slid open, and a hand reached out: "Give it to me." ”

She handed over the clothes, but the latter didn't pick them up, grabbed her wrist accurately, and pulled her straight into the bathroom.

With a thud, the bathroom door slammed shut.

Then, press Anqing against the door panel.

Fu Mochuan slipped one hand and clasped it on the side of her ear, leaning down slightly, and his chest dripping with water droplets was close at hand.

An Qing glanced at him and said angrily, "What do you want to do?" ”

She really didn't want to quarrel with him in front of the child, he had so many women, why bother chasing here.

Fu Mochuan looked down at her: "I'll give you another chance to explain, what's going on with Langcheng?" ”

Until now, she didn't give him an explanation, Fu Mochuan felt that he was benevolent enough.

An Qing glanced at him and tried to ignore his chest muscles: "That's what you see, he's still alive, I was going to tell you when I was in country A, but then I decided to let him decide for himself whether to recognize you or not." ”

Let Longcheng decide for himself whether to recognize him or not?

He has done something so heinous that he can't even admit his own son.

The corners of Fu Mochuan's mouth were cold.

"It's hard for you, let you act in front of me with such a big secret, what is the truth? My mom has passed away, can you tell me now? ”

An Qing pursed her lips, asking her to say anything more, what would he believe.

"I said I didn't lie to you, what you told you is true, do you believe it?" Facing the man's bottomless gaze, she asked seriously.

Trust is a luxury, and once the bond is broken, it's hard to repair it.

It's not that she hasn't given him an answer, but he's still asking, what's the use of saying more.

is like the two at this time, they are obviously still in love, but in a relationship, it is not just about love.

There are many problems between the two, Xie Mingzhu's death, the child in Fan Luowei's womb, and the Fu family's prevention...... One crack after another, the intimate distance between the two is getting farther and farther.

Fu Mochuan looked at her, didn't say believe or doubt, his dark eyes were deep, with indescribable feelings, staring on her face.

An Qing looked at his slightly heaving chest, looked up, and looked into his eyes.

The air is tight.

Condensation.

There is also a touch of love.

The two looked at each other silently, and then there was a low knock on the door from outside the door, accompanied by Lang Cheng's immature voice: "Mommy, are you inside?" ”

"I'm out." An Qing bit her lip: "Come out after the clothes are dressed." ”

When Fu Mochuan returned to the bedroom, An Qing was blowing Lang Cheng's hair, and the latter was sitting quietly, a very warm scene.

He came over and said, "I'll come, and you will wash too." ”

"No need, it's almost done." An Qing turned off the wind, and touched her fingers on Langcheng's little brain: "Watch TV for another half an hour and go to sleep." ”

"Okay." Longcheng replied obediently, and then climbed into the large bed in the bedroom.

Fu Mochuan watched the mother and son interact with cold eyes, and suddenly spoke: "Langcheng sleeps here at night?" ”

The mother and son turned their heads to look at him, with an expression of "isn't this nonsense".

Fu Mochuan glanced at the bedroom that originally belonged to him, and nodded: "Okay, Dad will sleep with you tonight." ”

“……”

The room was cold for a moment, An Qing didn't say anything, Lang Cheng nodded condensed: "I agreed." ”

“……”

Half an hour later, An Qing looked at the scene of a large and a small crowded under the same bed, how to see how discordant.

"Did you really sleep here tonight?"

"Do you have a question?" Fu Mochuan's eyes were pale.

"No, good night then."

An Qing had to go out uneasily.

Seeing her figure disappear, Lang Cheng asked, "Do you snore at night?" Teeth grinding? Do you talk in your sleep? Don't make me rest. ”

“……”

Fu Mochuan stretched out his hand to tuck the corners of the quilt for him, and patted him lightly on his small body: "Do you want to listen to bedtime stories?" "You have to listen to stories before you sleep.

Under the orange light, Lang Cheng's dark pupils shone softly, and he looked at Fu Mochuan leaning on the head of the bed with disgust.

"No, I'm not a kid anymore."

He's obviously just a kid.

Seeing him turn around in the quilt, with the small back of his head facing him, Fu Mochuan turned sideways slightly, his big palm was still patting lightly on his body, and said in a low voice: "Langcheng, how about you tell me a story?" I want to hear about you and Mommy in Country A. ”

Lang Cheng's little body didn't move, and he didn't pay attention to him.

"You love your mommy, don't you?" Fu Mochuan said without giving up: "How do you usually live? ”

Lang Cheng suddenly turned to look at him.

"It's not just me who loves Mommy, many uncles love her."

“……”

Fu Mochuan stared at his small face, and his voice was very low: "Really? ”

"Of course, my mommy is so pretty." Lang Cheng said: "Many uncles are pursuing my mommy and say they want to be my dad, so I have to choose the best one for mommy." ”

"You dare!"

Of course, this sentence was said by Fu Mochuan from the bottom of his heart, staring at Lang Cheng's "innocent" little face, he had a handsome face, and his voice was cold: "Then do you think I am qualified?" ”

"I said I would consider it." Lang Cheng twisted his little eyebrows: "Turn off the lights, Mr. Fu, I'm going to sleep." ”

“……”

In another room separated by a wall, An Qing thought about the father and son over there, and couldn't sleep.

It shouldn't be fine, although Lang Cheng is a little cautious, Fu Mochuan's temper is not very good, after all, he is a father and son, a father and son whose blood is thicker than water.

She rolled over again on the bed and closed her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a soft footstep in her ears, and she opened her eyes, and in the dim light, she saw a long figure walking towards her.

"You ......"

She wanted to ask why you came, Fu Mochuan touched the side of the bed, didn't say a word, lifted the quilt and lay in.