My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 127: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (7)

Chuji Restaurant is the best restaurant in the city. At dusk, it is the time for dinner and also the busiest time of business.

Fang Jiujiu specially booked a private room early on. He felt sorry for his money as it was not cheap to book a private room here. But when he thought about the fact that he would get a sum of gold after the success, he immediately felt that the pain was not something he could not bear.

He lowered his voice and said to the young man sitting quietly over there: "The profiteer should be here soon, Master Fusheng, we agreed before that you must do this secretly. If the matter gets out of hand, it will be bad if we are discovered."

Fusheng didn't say anything, but just held the child with one hand to prevent the child, who was almost lying on the table to eat the chicken leg, from falling to the ground.

Every time Fang Jiujiu saw Chu Xiaoman eating, she had the illusion that this child was the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

This child obviously inherited the powerful evil power of this Gu master, and he didn't know how to control it. His inhuman characteristics were fully displayed. If he could refine it and use it as a black magic, the effect would be...

Fang Jiujiu couldn't help but make some calculations in her mind, and suddenly she felt a chill down her spine. She looked again and found that the black-clad young man in the cloak had raised his red eyes. His lukewarm gaze made her feel as if her skin and flesh were torn apart for no reason.

Chu Xiaoman was holding a chicken leg in both hands, his mouth full of oil. He followed his father and looked at Fang Jiujiu. His carnivorous mouth slowly lifted up, revealing his saw-like milk teeth.

Even though his teeth are new, they are very sharp. He can bite a chicken leg without even spitting out the bone.

Fang Jiujiu shuddered, and felt vaguely that this evil doll wanted to eat him. He unconsciously took a step back, kept a safe distance, and smiled, "Look and see what else you want to eat. I'll ask the waiter to add a few more dishes."

Chu Xiaoman grabbed the empty bowl with one hand and knocked it on the table excitedly.

That was the bowl of Tremella and lotus seed soup, which Chu Xiaoman drank by himself. He wanted to drink more of this sweet soup.

Fang Jiujiu hurriedly asked the waiter to bring another bowl of Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup, fully treating herself as a diligent and responsible lackey.

Fusheng picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped Chu Xiaoman's face. After Chu Xiaoman stuffed the remaining half of the chicken leg into his mouth, he puffed up his cheeks and consciously stretched out his hand to let his father wipe his hands clean.

Fusheng said: "You can only drink one bowl of soup, and you are not allowed to eat anything else."

Chu Xiaoman raised her face, her eyes flickering, looking pitiful.

He said, "Your mother doesn't like little fat boys."

During the days that Chu Xiaoman has been living with his father, he has gained weight on his face and stomach. He already had baby fat, and now he looks even rounder.

When his mother was still alive, although she loved him, she also strictly controlled his diet, because if Chu Xiaoman was not careful, he would overeat. It was only during these days when his mother was not around that he became unrestrained in eating.

Chu Xiaoman leaned in his father's arms, staring at the unfinished food on the table, reluctant to look away.

Because he couldn't let anyone see Fusheng and his son, Fang Jiujiu took the soup from the waiter at the stairs. He saw the person coming in from the door and quickly ran back to the private room with the bowl in hand, "That profiteer is here!"

Fusheng put Chu Xiaoman on the chair. Chu Xiaoman leaned against the back of the chair and stretched out his hand towards Fang Jiujiu. Fang Jiujiu handed the soup to Chu Xiaoman.

Chu Xiaoman held the big bowl of soup, squinting his eyes happily, and opened his mouth unexpectedly wide as if he was drinking, and poured the soup into it.

Fusheng walked out of the box and as Fang Jiujiu pointed, he saw the rich master who was going upstairs.

Fang Jiujiu lowered her voice and said, "It was him. He relied on his family's wealth to do all kinds of evil. If we kill him today, it will be justice for the heavens."

Fusheng said: "If I help you, will you find someone for me?"

Fang Jiujiu nodded, "Yes, a gentleman's word is as good as gold."

Fusheng hummed and pulled his hood down a little lower. When the master and his servants approached, he stepped aside and entered the shadows where no one could notice him.

Chu Zhao seemed to smell a faint fragrance. He rubbed his nose and did not notice that there was a person standing next to him. He took the account book brought by the shopkeeper and walked into the innermost room.

Fang Jiujiu leaned over and asked curiously: "Are you done now?"

Fusheng replied: "You just need to wait for the results."

He was considered a well-known figure in the evil ways, but he had no idea how Fusheng had done what he did just now. He wanted to continue asking, but he saw Fusheng suddenly move forward and look towards the main entrance on the first floor.

Chu Xiang had a simple bun today, with only a butterfly beaded hairpin as an embellishment, and a light pink silk dress, just like peach blossoms in spring. As soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted a lot of attention. She didn't sleep well at night, and fell asleep in the comfortably decorated carriage halfway. Her father didn't wake her up, but only whispered to Yingying to bring her to the restaurant after she woke up.

Chu Xiang's steps were a little hurried, and Yingying quickly followed behind, "Miss, the master is in the innermost box on the second floor."

"I understand. Go ask the waiter to prepare a jar of good wine for me. My father and I will have a drink today."

Yingying didn't doubt it, nodded, and turned to ask the waiter to put out the best wine in the store.

Chu Xiang hurriedly went up to the second floor alone. As soon as he looked up, he met the eyes of the young man in black upstairs and stopped.

The young man almost completely hid himself in the darkness, looking lifeless, but his eyes were like red glass, bright and sparkling.

A strand of white hair fell quietly from the darkness, seemingly adding a touch of brilliance to the night.

Chu Xiang's heartbeat was unprecedentedly chaotic, like drums and thunder, reminding her that this boy must be a special person.

A cold wind blew in all directions, and the lights in the restaurant suddenly went out. The noisy voices of the crowd continued to be heard. In the dark space where there was only the moonlight, the sounds were loud and harsh.

Chu Xiang stepped up the stairs step by step. The closer she got, the more curious she became.

He could no longer control himself and stretched out his hand, pulling her in front of him. The two of them were in the darkest corner of some unknown room, a dead spot where even the moonlight could not reach.

However, Chu Xiang could still see in the darkness, these eyes, which were more precious than gems, were emitting a beautiful and bright light.

Fusheng held her face in his hands, mist gathering in his rosy eyes, "Xiangxiang, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Chu Xiang said: "Do you know me?"

Fusheng's breath stagnated slightly, "Don't you recognize me?"

He observed her expression carefully, and sensed from it the unfamiliarity they felt when they first met. His throat tightened, and his flesh and blood felt as if they were being tortured inch by inch. The blood mist in his eyes was about to solidify into a solid, turning into red tears, and then flowing out of the corners of his eyes like blood.

"Xiangxiang...we have worshipped heaven and earth, and you said that I am your husband."

With every word he spoke, a wound seemed to be cut in his throat by a sharp knife. His panic and helplessness like a young animal made people forget that he was the one who was supposed to be feared.

Chu Xiang reached out and gently took off the black hood.

In the darkness, she could not see the boy's skin as pale as jade, nor his extremely fragile expression. Only his beautiful red eyes seemed to hide a sparkling treasure behind the hazy rain and fog.

And she had an inexplicable desire, she wanted to get this treasure.

"It's okay," she said. "Just tell me slowly what I forgot. I have great patience."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't wait to tiptoe and touched the boy's cold lips. Just at this moment of contact, his coldness disappeared and he was filled with warmth that was infected by her.

The corners of Fusheng's lips moved, and soon they were rubbing against hers.

His hands were around her waist, holding her body tightly, and he was also stroking the back of her head, constantly pressing her closer. The moment he touched the warmth, his hot breath also poured in, their breaths entwined, passionately intertwined.

Chu Xiang was completely squeezed into the cage created by the boy and the wall. In the absolutely dark environment, she looked at his watery eyes in a daze, and suddenly she was sure that she had obtained the glowing treasure.

She stretched out her hands and wrapped them around his neck, ignoring the difficulty in breathing and the pain in the root of her tongue, and indulged herself in wanton indulgence with him.

Fang Jiujiu suddenly lost track of Fusheng and vaguely felt that something was wrong. When he was about to look for someone, a cold hand grabbed his foot.

The doll with white hair and red eyes was crawling on the ground. The corners of its mouth were twisted, and its eyes became narrower and longer. It smiled broadly and friendly at him.

Fang Jiujiu suddenly felt a chill spreading throughout her body.

But in an instant, in the moonlight, his body fell to the ground in pieces as if it had been broken apart. His head rolled on the ground a few times and then he was completely motionless.

(End of this chapter)