Stealing the moonlight into my arms

Fu Runing was not surprised to see Xiao Jingting at home.

"Lolo, say hello to your uncle."

She patted the shoulder of the little girl next to her.

Xu Luo was very obedient. He turned to look at Xiao Jingting and said sweetly, "Good evening, Uncle Jingting."

Fu Runing praised her exaggeratedly: "That's great, Luoluo is such a polite and good child."

Xiao Jingting raised his eyes and looked at her with a deep and heavy gaze.

Fu Runing found it funny. Why was he looking at her like that?

"Why are you looking at me? The child is saying hello to you, and you're not responding? You're not as polite as the child."

Xiao Jingting said calmly, "The surveillance update at home has been completed."

Fu Runing said "oh" and looked at him, "Alright then, why don't you leave? Isn't everything done?"

Xiao Jingting frowned slightly. While thinking about Fu Jinbei's words, he had no idea where to start.

Seeing that he was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, Fu Runing ignored him and pulled Xu Luo home.

He can do whatever he wants.

Suddenly, Xiao Jingting called out to her and said something incoherent and incomprehensible -

"Fu Runing, remember to lock the door before you go to bed at night."

Fu Runing didn't even stop for a moment, what a lunatic.

Who cares whether she locks the door before sleeping?

When we lived together before, I didn’t care how she slept. Now that we don’t sleep together anymore, why do you care how she sleeps?

Neuropathy.

As she walked into the house, Fu Runing slammed the door shut, not caring about what Xiao Jingting was doing outside.

While sitting at the entrance changing shoes, Xu Luo tugged at Fu Runing's sleeve.

"Mother Ningning, every time I call Uncle Jingting like this, I feel like he's unhappy."

Fu Runing pinched Xu Luo's nose and said, "Who cares if he's happy or not? As long as we're happy, that's all."

In fact, she also knew that Xu Luo liked Xiao Jingting more.

Perhaps it was because they both had the experience of being adopted together, so Xiao Jingting would be more likely to take care of the child's emotions.

Xu Luo will also be closer to him.

Xu Luo wanted to smile at Fu Runing to show that he was happy, but his smile suddenly came out deliberately, like a fool.

"Okay, stop laughing. I know you like Jing Ting...Uncle, it's not like he won't come to our house in the future. Didn't Grandpa say that we will still be a family in the future? It's just that he will be your uncle instead of your dad."

The young Xu Luo didn't understand how outrageous the changes in this relationship were.

She just nodded blankly.

……

At ten o'clock in the evening, Fu Runing put down her phone and prepared to go to bed.

She was already very sleepy, but she suddenly thought of something in her daze.

She thought of what Xiao Jingting had told her, asking her to lock the door before sleeping.

It's like I'm rebelling.

She still cursed him in her heart, calling him a lunatic. Who would care about him?

I covered my head with the quilt and went to sleep.

As the night deepened, the lights of the residents in the villa area gradually dimmed.

A crescent moon hangs in the night sky, cold and lonely.

There was a car parked outside the Fu family villa, under a tree. The shadow of the tree under the street light just covered the car body, which happened to be a blind spot for surveillance.

The biometric lock at the door opened automatically.

He opened the door and then closed it quietly.

The man's footsteps were light, and he walked into the house with ease.

Duoduo heard a slight noise and sat up from the doghouse, growling warily.

But after just a moment, the dog gradually let down his guard, as if he recognized the familiar footsteps of the person coming.

As the man approached step by step, Duoduo wagged its tail.

"Don't follow me. I'll bring you a gift next time."

The man's voice sounded low and hoarse in the darkness.

Duoduo listened to him, wagged her tail, and lay down in her nest again.

The man walked up the stairs step by step and stopped in front of the familiar room.

He placed his hand on the doorknob, turned it gently, and walked into the room.

He locked the door of the room.

The man was very familiar with the layout of the room, and even in the dark, he could move around smoothly.

Besides, he was more accustomed to the darkness.

He placed the things he brought gently on the dressing table and then walked to the bed.

The scent in this room was familiar to him, a warm and comfortable aroma.

The man looked at the bulge on the bed, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he gently lifted a corner of the quilt.

He was even guessing what position she was sleeping in.

Maybe sleeping with your hands above your head.

Maybe it's folding your hands on your lower abdomen.

Or maybe it was a gesture of surrender.

Fu Runing can change her sleeping positions countless times in one night, and only she herself thinks that her sleeping posture is good.

Sure enough, when she lifted the quilt, she placed her hands on both sides of her body in a surrender gesture, her breathing was steady, her chest rose and fell regularly, and she was obviously sleeping soundly.

Her long hair was scattered on the pillow, and the black hair formed a sharp contrast with the light-colored bedding.

The man leaned over and kissed her soft lips.

Fu Runing dreamed of a snake. It felt damp, but something was wrong. Snakes are cold, but she felt the touch was warm.

She felt her breathing was difficult again, and she fretfully tried to shake off the damp, hot, suffocating feeling, but just as she raised her hand, she suddenly woke herself up with a start...

Fu Runing's consciousness was instantly pulled back to reality from chaos.

She suddenly opened her eyes, her hand touched a warm body, and the person was kissing her.

Still a man.

Fu Runing's blood rushed to her face. She was so scared that she clenched her fists and used her hands and feet to punch and kick the scoundrel.

But perhaps she was too frightened, so she did not notice the familiar aura of this scoundrel at first.

She slapped the man hard, and a crisp sound rang out in the room.

The man grabbed her wrist, still sealing her lips and snatching her breath.

"Mmmmm..." Fu Runing struggled desperately. She wanted to scream, but she was pressed down so tightly by the man that it was useless.

In fear and suffocation, her cheeks became hotter and hotter, but she suddenly felt a familiar breath.

Her struggles gradually faded, leaving only her heart still pounding.

The man also noticed the relaxation of her body and gradually left her lips.

His fingertips brushed the woman's soft lips.

"Ningning, stop shouting."

Fu Runing's face flushed again when she heard the familiar voice.

She didn't know whether she had seen a ghost or Xiao Jingting had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Her divorced and indifferent ex-husband broke into her room late at night and made bad intentions towards her.

In the three years since their marriage, Xiao Jingting has called her Fu Runing countless times.

But there has never been a time like now when I called her Ningning.

Still using such a gentle tone.

"You...are you possessed by evil spirits, Xiao Jingting?"

Fu Runing was still in shock, and her voice was trembling.

The man stroked her cheek gently and said in a low voice: "Do you want me to be that coward?"

"You are crazy, if you are not Xiao Jingting, who are you?"

Fu Runing was so angry that she raised her leg to kick him, but the man was too familiar with her and predicted her movements and raised his leg to press down her legs.

The man whispered in her ear: "You can treat me as Fu Zheng, but don't treat me as that coward."

Fu Runing was stunned for a moment, her brain was completely blank, and she didn't know how to deal with this situation.

Who is this person in front of her now?

"I don't care who you are, can you please turn on the light..."

"can."

The man raised his hand and touched the bedside lamp switch with familiarity, and a dim and soft sleep light came on in the room.

After the sleep light came on, Fu Runing squinted her eyes to relieve the stimulation caused by the light.

She couldn't wait to see the person in front of her, but this face appeared clearly in front of her.

If this isn’t Xiao Jingting, who else could it be?

Fu Runing stretched out her hand to push him away, keeping her arm a certain distance from him. At that moment, countless possibilities flashed through her mind.

In the end, she came to a conclusion: Could it be that Xiao Jingting was really sick?

"Explain to me, what's going on now?"

The man was very calm, "That's the situation."

Fu Runing frowned and continued to ask, "Were you the one at the bar last night?"

"Yes."

"You knocked me out?"

"The dosage was well controlled, just a little bit. Didn't you sleep soundly? There were no adverse reactions."

Fu Runing angrily said, "You're a pervert!"

No wonder Duoduo didn’t scream, and no wonder the surveillance cameras at home couldn’t capture him. Maybe he had tampered with the program of the smart home system.

Fu Runing took a deep breath and asked again: "Then let me ask you again, what is your relationship with Xiao Jingting?"

The man chuckled, "I will gradually have nothing to do with that coward."

His rough fingertips brushed the woman's cheek.

"Feng Yan is not a good person, stay away from him."

Fu Runing hadn't recovered from the shock yet. She followed up on his question and asked, "Why? What's wrong with Brother Feng Yan?"

The man scolded him lightly, "He told you those zodiac wooden carvings were given by him, and you believed him?"

"No...what else?"

"I gave it to you."

Fu Runing was stunned by the man's words.

"How could it be you who sent it? Do you know how many years those were sent?"

The man looked into her eyes, his deep eyes were as deep as the sea. He spoke slowly, pausing for each word.

"Thirteen years, from when you were twelve to when you were twenty-five, a full thirteen years."