He Rijun coming again

Awen did it on purpose.

Feng Qingzhu sighed in his heart, he didn't care about the wound on the tip of his tongue, and pressed the back of Ah Wen's neck to deepen the kiss.

The next day Feng Qingzhu couldn't take Ah Wen to the opera because there was no opera troupe to sing.

Ah Wen continued to lie on the desk to write the story, Feng Qingzhu took a few glances, and finally realized that something was wrong.

Feng Qingzhu asked: "Awen, what are you writing?"

"It's nothing." Awen didn't raise his head, and changed the subject casually, "Brother Feng, my parents don't agree with our marriage, what should I do?"

Feng Qingzhu frowned.

He is also worried.

In fact, Feng Qingzhu proposed marriage in an open and honest way, and the Luo family didn't dare to refuse, but he didn't want to turn a good marriage into persecution.

What is the difference between Feng Qingzhu really doing that and Chen Beidou and his like?

"I'll send another greeting card."

Awen raised the corners of his lips silently.

In fact, he was also afraid that Feng Qingzhu would detain him in the Fengfu regardless of his care, and use his power to persecute the entire Luo family.

On the third day, the pear garden opened.

Feng Qingzhu took Ah Wen to the theater, but didn't go through the main entrance.

This was Ah Wen's own idea. He was afraid of being bumped into by others, so he went back and told his parents who thought he was ill and were lying in the Fengfu to see a doctor.

Ah Wen, who was recovering from his illness, was full of energy, and ran on tiptoe to the door, turning his head and smiling at Feng Qingzhu while running.

He was handsome, and even though there was still a faint sickness in the corner of his eyes, his smile was bright.

Feng Qingzhu's heart trembled: "Awen."

Ah Wen had already slipped into the box, lying on the wicker chair and laughing muffledly.

"Why are you so careful?" Feng Qingzhu followed closely and closed the door of the box for him.

"You don't know, my mother doesn't like me running out to watch the show." Awen panted and explained, "I ran out once before, and she didn't mention me on the face. Chase me with your shoes."

Feng Qingzhu was amused by Ah Wen's words, sat beside him, looking at his reddish cheeks.

Ah Wen smiled and blushed: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you."

"What catches your eyes?"

"It's beautiful." Feng Qingzhu's face was also a little hot, and he couldn't control his words, "Awen, if you don't marry me again, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait..."

Awen suddenly raised his head, his eyes were burning: "Can't wait for what?"

Feng Qingzhu looked away, his mouth was dry.

As if he had grasped the handle, he leaned over triumphantly: "Brother Feng, what do you want to do to me?"

Feng Qingzhu still didn't speak.

Ah Wen leaned over half of his body, and slipped his slender fingers into the man's fingers: "We're not married yet."

"You're still like this when you're not married?" Feng Qingzhu helplessly raised his arm and squeezed his hand tightly, "If your parents find out... I'm afraid I'll be chased and beaten too."

Ah Wen buried his face on Feng Qingzhu's shoulder: "I know it's not polite, but I think so."

He knew that Feng Qingzhu would not do anything wrong to him, and knew that even if he went too far, this man would use reason to restrain his body.

Even if he and Feng Qingzhu spent less than ten days in total, he still knew.

Feng Qingzhu had nothing to do with the confident Ah Wen, he shook his head and sighed: "You."

"Shouldn't you kiss me again at this time?" Ah Wen tilted his head, with some heat still on his face, "Say you can't wait, you want me now."

What Awen is talking about is a routine that appears in every story published in "Golden Rose".

Feng Qingzhu patted the back of his hand.

Ah Wen also knew what Feng Qingzhu was like, so after finishing the joke, he sat back on the reclining chair and concentrated on watching the actors dancing with flower guns on the stage.

But he didn't know that Feng Qingzhu's heart was scorching hot, and the finger that touched him just now seemed to be touched by sparks, and it was crackling and burning.

Ah Wen's hand is the hand holding the pen, and it is the young master's hand.

Like Feng Qingzhu in his early years, he did not pick up a gun and studied in school every day.

But now there are calluses in his palms that don't fade away. When rubbing against the delicate skin, what he hesitates is not whether to hold it, but whether it will hurt Ah Wen.

Feng Qingzhu thought too much about things, which directly led to the fact that he didn't listen to what Ah Wen said enthusiastically when he returned home.

Even if I listened to it, I didn't know how to answer it.

Where did Feng Qingzhu listen to the play seriously?He didn't even hear what the troupe was singing today.

Ah Wen talked for ten minutes, when he entered the room, he caught a glimpse of Feng Qingzhu's blank eyes, and suddenly came to his senses: "Didn't you listen?"

"Awen..."

Ah Wen is a little discouraged. Brother Feng doesn't like to read the newspaper he likes, and Brother Feng doesn't like to listen to the drama he likes. They haven't married yet, so they don't have a common language. If they really marry in the future, what should they do?

How did Ah Wen know that the reason why Feng Qingzhu didn't go to the opera was purely because he was thinking about him.

Ah Wen is young, Feng Qingzhu is not young.

He is in charge of the Feng family, even if the matchmaker wants to be a matchmaker, she has to worry about Feng Qingzhu's identity.

Coupled with the turmoil in the current situation, no one dared to come to Feng's family to protect the media.

Ordinary people at Feng Qingzhu's age will always have a son and a half daughter under their knees, even if they don't, they will definitely be married.

He was the only one who was still single in his twenties.

Feng Qingzhu himself did not expect to get married.

When he was younger, he was busy taking care of his younger brother and fighting with people in Jinling City. Not to mention getting married, even if he was close to a man or a woman, he didn't even have half of them.

Until I saw Awen——

The flame of love burns slowly, and inadvertently burns into a prairie fire.

Feng Qingzhu was unexpected.

He originally thought that he would be able to complete the appointment, engagement, and marriage in an orderly manner, but in just a few days, he found that his desire for Ah Wen could no longer be controlled.

Even when Ah Wen was sitting in front of the desk in an orderly manner, Feng Qingzhu's eyes would uncontrollably poke into his collar.

He thought about what kind of scenery it was under Ah Wen's fastened buttons, and thought about Ah Wen's moan when he was kissed.

He thought that he felt like a different person.

"Brother Feng." Luo Zhiwen, who was listening to the story, was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he still couldn't help muttering, "I found out that I was a fool in my previous life, and I was tricked by you."

Now he knows that under Feng Qingzhu's elegant appearance, there is a heart that is crazy on the bed.

Feng Qingzhu lowered his head, and kissed Luo Zhiwen from the center of his brows to the corner of his mouth, then hesitated for half a minute, broke away from the memories of the past, and kissed him fiercely.

Luo Zhiwen raised his legs impatiently, and put his knees against Feng Qingzhu's chest, but felt that even with the clothes on, this position was not safe, so he immediately retracted his legs and turned to push the man's shoulders with his hands: "Push Nose to face..."

"Huh?" Feng Qingzhu pinched the back of his neck between kisses.

"I haven't forgiven you yet." Luo Zhiwen became sleepy after drinking, and really raised his leg to kick him.

Feng Qingzhu quickly grabbed his ankle with his eyes and hands, and smiled softly: "Yes, I know."

"Then you still..."

"Miss you." Feng Qingzhu put his hand into Luo Zhiwen's clothes, and pressed his hot palm against his waist.

In this life, Feng Qingzhu's palm no longer had cocoons, but he still touched him cautiously.

Luo Zhiwen fell back to the sofa again, the goblet in his hand was empty, and his face was slightly red.

"Think I still don't recognize me?" The question disappeared, and Luo Zhiwen didn't even think about it.

After a while, Feng Qingzhu's hoarse voice came from the living room: "Well, it was my fault...so I didn't forgive myself."