In the kitchen, Fu Mochuan was chopping vegetables.

An Qing stood one step away from him, leaning on the washing table with her back, her eyes pale with pale eyes.

Outside the living room, the sound of the TV still floated from time to time, lining the silence of the two.

"You proposed the marriage, so I thought I had to take the initiative in the matter of divorce." Looking at Fu Mochuan's handsome face without ups and downs, An Qing added in a low voice.

Rather than let him struggle in this relationship, but she should be this wicked person, and it is better to be separated happily than to torture each other together.

In fact, it is impossible for them to be together, no matter how insistent Fu Mochuan is, his family will definitely not accept An Qing.

They are not destined to end well.

So he should thank her?

The corners of Fu Mochuan's good-looking lips twitched slightly, he opened his throat and cleaned his hands, and his voice was light and light: "Then who are you going to let him follow?"

"With me, of course," An Qing said, "he was born and always by my side." ”

Fu Mochuan nodded, pulled the towel and wiped the water droplets on his hands.

The movements are elegant and calm, even if they wear nondescript aprons, they are also indescribably noble, and the words they say are also categorical, and there is no room for maneuver.

"He's been with you for less than two days, so if you want a divorce, he has to follow me."

"Impossible!" An Qing flatly refused: "Mo Chuan, you will have your own child soon, why do you have to fight with me!"

His children?

She keeps holding on to the child!

The curvature of the corners of Fu Mochuan's mouth was greater, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, he put back the towel lightly, and his expression was determined: "You have to think about it yourself, I just want the result." ”

Either give him Langcheng, or divorce without talking.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and both saw resoluteness in each other's eyes, and An Qing spoke again: "Longcheng will not follow you." ”

He is not an object that can be fought for at will, but a thoughtful and assertive person, he will have his own choices, and An Qing has an absolute advantage in this regard.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything more, his dark eyes were like an endless net, enveloping her heavily: "Come here." ”

An Qing refused in her heart, but as if she had been enchanted, she walked over inexplicably in his dark eyes.

At face to face, she was quickly close to him, and the man's big palm stretched out slightly, pulling her in front of him.

An Qing struggled a little, tilted her head back slightly, and the man looked down at her, his hand clasping her waist.

"Did I tell you that I wasn't going to divorce you?"

An Qing pursed her lips, he did say this when she was under house arrest, but Xie Mingzhu was still alive at that time, and now that the relationship between the two has become like this, he hasn't changed his mind yet?

Before she could finish her thoughts, her back tightened, and he pushed her against the table.

"Mrs. Fu, do you want me to help you deepen your impression?"

"What are you doing?" Looking at the man's face getting closer and closer, An Qing panicked in her heart, and her eyes drifted behind him nervously: "Don't mess around, Lang Cheng is still outside, ...... outside"

The man didn't speak, but slowly leaned over her, his mountain-like heavy body pressed down, An Qing's breathing became heavier, more and more disordered, and he completely lost his rhythm.

"You...... Hmm......" The man clasped the back of her head, and her lips tightened.

This kiss was very light and delicate, but An Qing was nervous that her heart was about to pop out, she didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of being heard by Lang Cheng, the man's other hand was very presumptuous, and An Qing heard her heavy heartbeat.

Puff puff puff.

As soon as her body was light, she was lifted to the kitchen counter by him, the kitchen door was ajar, she couldn't see Langcheng on the sofa, but she could vaguely see the corner of the TV.

"No......" she shook her head desperately, struggling to squeeze a word out of her teeth.

But the man did not move.

Her face was crimson, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her entire back, and the man clasped her tightly and bit the corner of her ear: "Remember this feeling, my Mrs. Fu." ”

“……”

Her heart was beating fast, and when she felt that she was on the verge of collapse, the man let go of her, An Qing was already weak, he kindly picked her up, put her back on the floor, and thoughtfully brushed her messy dress for her.

"Don't touch me." An Qing glared at him hatefully, pushed him away, and fled.

She went to the bathroom for a while before sitting on the sofa, and Lang Cheng still found the clue: "Andy, are you hot?" The face is so red. ”

In private, in fact, the two are also used to calling each other's English names.

"It's a little hot." An Qing calmly changed the subject: "Where did you go today?" ”

"I'm going to see Grandpa."

Grandpa.

An Qing's eyes flashed slightly, and she asked seriously: "William, do you like grandpa?" ”

Lang Cheng turned his head to look at her and replied well-behaved and caring: "Andy, don't worry, I won't leave you." ”

Looking at Lang Cheng's dark and clear eyes, An Qing's heart swelled with warm currents, and she couldn't help but hug his small body into her arms.

Lang Cheng's small body moved, but he didn't struggle, and leaned on her obediently.

"William, Mommy will never leave you," An Qing touched his little face: "However, you better go back to country A first, okay?" You've been out for so many days, and your relatives over there must be very concerned about you, don't let them worry too much, okay? ”

She hadn't told An Xin about Lang Cheng's visit to Dragon City, and Lang Cheng would call from time to time to report his safety, but they would be suspicious if he stayed too long.

Long Cheng blinked his eyes wide and nodded at her.

"I'll go back, give me a few more days, I've got some things to do."

An Qing breathed a sigh of relief, he just agreed, and pinched her cheek with relief: "What's the matter?" Do you want Mommy to help you? ”

"No need," Lang Cheng smiled childishly: "I want to choose a husband for you personally." ”

"......" her fingers stiffened, and she was stunned for a moment.

Half an hour later, Fu Mochuan announced the start of the meal.

He also literally cooked a table of meals on his own.

Three dishes and one soup, meat and vegetarian matching, fragrant, looks similar.

It's just the taste......

An Qing tasted every dish, although it was salty and a little unhot, it was really rare for people who cooked for the first time, especially the bowl of soup, she drank it up very face-saving.

Fu Mochuan remained silent, of course he would not confess that this soup was packaged from the Fu family.

"If you get a perfect score of 100, how much do you score this table?" He looked at An Qing and asked.

In the end, it was the first time for others, and in this spirit, she commented matter-of-factly: "80 points." ”

Fu Mochuan smiled with satisfaction, raised his eyebrows and looked at Lang Cheng: "What about you?" ”

The latter's small face was serious: "It's only 80 points, you are very proud?" ”

"Of course, don't forget what you promised me." If you score more than 75 points, you will give him extra points!

Lang Cheng was noncommittal, An Qing couldn't help it.

"What's the matter?" She looked left and right suspiciously: "What are you two hiding from me?" ”

"Nope." It is rare for two fathers and sons to deny it at the same time.

"Mr. Fu, are you done?" Lang Cheng sat on the small chair, staring at the mess on the table and asked coldly.

Fu Mochuan stood up lightly, and the next second his small body rose into the air: "Aren't you helping, little man?" ”

"Put me down."

Lang Cheng screamed, and his serious little face could barely hold back.

An Qing watched this scene speechlessly, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly without moving.

Is this the legendary father-son relationship? It can make a man who doesn't smile childish, and make an indifferent child open his heart and no longer be so withdrawn and cold.

She used to want Lang Cheng to cry and make trouble like other children, often got into her mother's arms and spoiled her, and spent a lot of energy to accompany him, but it seemed that Fu Mochuan only took one day, and the effect was more obvious than her.

There was an indescribable feeling churning in her heart, and her heart throbbed slightly.

At night, Fu Mochuan slept with Langcheng, and before entering the house, she asked in a low voice, "Are you coming over tonight?" ”

Fu Mochuan looked at her with burning black eyes: "Are you inviting me?" ”

"If I don't invite you, won't you come?" So who climbed into her bed last night.

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, just glanced at her meaningfully.

Silent night, a room of ghostly light.

An Qing leaned on the head of the bed and looked at her phone, the door was gently pushed open, and the man came as promised.

An Qing turned off her phone and turned her face to look at him.

Step by step, he walked up to her.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Would you like to sit down?" An Qing patted the bed board next to her.

The man raised his eyebrows and sat beside her, but did not make any further movements: "Say, what do you want to say to me?" ”

An Qing sat up straight at the head of the bed, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"I talked to Langcheng, and he promised to go back to country A in a few days."

Seeing the man's slightly narrowed eyes, she continued: "After all, it is the place where he grew up, even if you want to keep him by your side, you have to consider his ability to bear it, how do you plan to explain his identity to outsiders?" How do you plan for his future? You can't let him hide at home all day and live in isolation. ”

Another thing she didn't say was that Lang Cheng had been adopted, nominally someone else's child, and none of them had the right to force him to stay here.

"You don't have to worry about this, I'll naturally arrange it."

"Yes, you are omnipotent Mr. Fu, how can one or two illegitimate children be difficult to defeat you." An Qing wanted to be calm, but as she spoke, her tone couldn't help but become sharp, she took a deep breath, and her tone returned to calm: "Forget it, it's late, let's talk about this matter another day, now let's do something that needs to be done." ”

Under the man's dark gaze, she sat down and reached out to grab his neck.

"I've thought about it," she said softly to the man's deep gaze, "Since we are husband and wife, and you don't want to divorce me, why do you want to make a good relationship so tired?" ”

"So what?"

The man's eyes deepened, and his sucking was a little heavy, An Qing looked into his eyes, and clenched his arms.

"So......" she took the initiative to send her lips, and between the struggles, her voice escaped intermittently: "Can't, in front of Langcheng, do it, don't ......"

She wanted to say that the scene in the kitchen today couldn't happen again, but the man didn't give her a chance to finish.

The bedside lamp went out suddenly, and in the suddenly dimmed light and shadow, two intertwined figures swept by.

The night has just begun.