Has the heartthrob villain collapsed today?

"It's half past the unitary hour, and Xiao Hong must be going to pick Mr. Qiao back home." Another slender man said with a smile.

The man who greeted Fu Zhenhong first joked: "Newlyweds, the two of them just got married, so naturally they want to stick together every day."

Fu Zhenhong lowered her eyebrows. He is now in Tang Seng's dream, and these men recognize him again. After hearing the words in these men's words, it seems that Fu Zhenhong is not the only one in Tang Seng's dream, but also this Fu Zhenhong. Hong also has a gentleman.

So who will his husband be?

Fu Zhenhong became a little interested, he nodded to the four men, and then continued to walk forward.

He walked all the way to the end of the camellia forest, and saw the ancient road back to Luan. There were green pines and green bamboos beside the ancient road, and there was a scene of green willows and green trees.

There was a canopy window in the middle of the ancient road, and Fu Zhenhong heard the child's crisp and tender voice reading aloud, with rhythmic rhythm and a somewhat impassioned speech.

This is a private school.

Fu Zhenhong stepped forward and looked in from the window, and saw more than 20 little boys sitting in the study hall, all of them were eight or nine years old, their round faces were full of love for knowledge, their mouths opened and closed. Carrying a book on his back, he stared at the teacher on the stage with bright eyes.

Fu Zhenhong followed the gaze of the little boy to the front of the school, and was rarely taken aback for a moment when his gaze touched the teacher who was teaching on the podium.

The teacher looked like he was in his 20s, wearing a snow-white robe, and his jet-black hair was neatly combed in a bun and wrapped in a white jade hair crown.

His appearance is very clear, his brows are calm and gentle, he holds a book of thousand characters in his hand, and the somewhat yellowed book cover makes his fingers white and slender, like round and translucent jade.

The sunlight passed through the gaps in the willow leaves and cast a gentle outline on his face. His nose was straight, and his lips were as bright as water.

It turns out that the holy monk with long hair looks like this.

Moshang is like a jade that is unparalleled in the world.

This sentence suddenly came to Fu Zhenhong's mind.

So in this dream, the white-clothed monk returned to vulgarity, grew long hair, and got married?

So, his lord...

Fu Zhenhong's eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Fu Zhenhong's face was already extremely beautiful. At this moment, this faint smile seemed to eclipse everything. After the boys in the private school found Fu Zhenhong standing outside the window, their eyes widened. It stayed on his face uncontrollably. "The little brother outside the window is so beautiful, Ah Qing wants to marry him when he grows up!"

"That's Mr.'s little brother, Ah Qing, you have no chance."

"A Yuan, how do you know?"

"Mr. just got married to my little brother a few days ago. Ah Yuan, my father and my father all went to a banquet."

Fu Zhenhong noticed that the little boy who spoke was Liu Fuqin's child. Compared with when Fu Zhenhong was at the entrance of the cottage for the first time, Ah Yuan's appearance grew a little. Although his face was still round, he was able to I can vaguely see the outline of the tough facial features in the future.

The whispering discussions among the little boys naturally attracted the teacher's attention. He put down the book and glanced at Fu Zhenhong outside the window. Fu Zhenhong didn't expect that the other party would frown slightly and disturb the students because of him. concentration.

However, the other party smiled slightly at him, and there was a touch of pampering in his warm eyes.

"Today's lecture ends here." After he finished speaking to the students under his seat, he left the study room first.

Within a few minutes, he walked up to Fu Zhenhong.

"Why do you want to pick me up today?" He took Fu Zhenhong's hand and wrapped it gently in his own, as if he felt that he could transfer the heat from his palm to Fu Zhenhong's cold skin.

Fu Zhenhong said, "I miss you."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of his lips grew stronger, "Then let's go home now."

"it is good."

After getting Fu Zhenhong's response, he took Fu Zhenhong's hand and walked slowly towards the direction Fu Zhenhong came from.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the two hands clasped, and suddenly thought of Tang Seng's lay name.

In the original book of Journey to the West, Tang Seng’s real name was not clearly stated, only his surname was mentioned. Tang Seng’s father’s name was Chen Guangrui, and Tang Seng’s secular family name was Chen. Later, due to the grace of King Tang, he was regarded as the royal younger brother, and the surname was given as Tang, which entered the Tang Dynasty. Buddhism, the Dharma name is Xuanzang.

It was only later that people in the world made a special research on this, and found out that Tang Seng's real name was Chen Yi, and his baby name was Jiang Liu.

Thinking of this, Fu Zhenhong tried to call softly: "Chen Yi?"

Tang Seng paused, turned his head slightly to look at Fu Zhenhong, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhenhong shook her head: "I just want to call your name."

Hearing this, Tang Seng pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his other hand and scratched Fu Zhenhong's bridge of nose lightly.

Seeing Tang Seng's gentle and pampering appearance, Fu Zhenhong broke away from Tang Seng's hand, and said coquettishly on purpose: "Can you carry me home?"

"Okay." Tang Seng squatted down.

Fu Zhenhong took advantage of the situation and lay down on Tang Seng's strong back.

Tang Seng walked very smoothly. Fu Zhenhong still held his neck with both hands, and leaned her head lightly on his shoulder.

Fu Zhenhong smelled the faint white sandalwood on his body. The light fragrance has a magical power to calm people's mind.In this dream, it is clear that he has returned to the vulgar, and has shed a heavy monk robe representing Buddhist precepts, but he still retains a peaceful and lofty gentle temperament.

Sensing Fu Zhenhong's intimate gesture, Tang Seng asked, "Are you tired?"

"Yeah, I'm a little tired." Fu Zhenhong moved her lips to the side of Tang Seng's face, and whispered in a low voice, "I need your kiss to get better."

The tips of Tang Seng's ears suddenly felt hot, and the roots of his ears turned red. After a few seconds, he said, "Let's go home first."

But Fu Zhenhong didn't follow him, he jumped off Tang Seng's back, walked around in front of Tang Seng, raised his arms around Tang Seng's neck, looked up at the handsome man slightly, and said willfully: " I want it now."

Tang Seng's entire face was completely red now. Facing Fu Zhenhong's smiling eyes, he felt that a feather had fallen from the softest part of his heart, which was soft, itchy, and tender. There is a slight tingle.

He stretched out his hand and embraced the boy he loved, smelling the fragrance of the boy's body, he slightly lowered his eyelashes, and gently kissed those soft lips.

His kiss was just like his gentle character, eager but gentle enough, the warm tip of his tongue intertwined with Fu Zhenhong's, sucking and licking, grabbing the thick and smooth fragrance.

Fu Zhenhong complied with Tang Seng's kiss, and rubbed against his temples, lips and teeth attached to each other.

The afterglow of the sunset slowly slanted to the earth. In this blooming camellia forest, there was an occasional spring breeze, rolling up the scattered spring leaves on the ground and bringing out the fragrance of the garden. Two handsome men embraced and kissed like this , In this piece of forest, it has become a beautiful picture scroll.

Some dreams come from the heart, beautiful and beautiful, so people who fall into the dream don't want to wake up, and the dream is no longer a nightmare, but the most desired life.

Fu Zhenhong followed Tang Seng back home. The simple thatched hut, though simple in furnishings, was neat and clean, full of the warmth of home.

The red festive paper-cuts are still pasted on the pillars of the house, and a jug of carnival wine is placed on the wooden table.

Newlyweds?Just got married?

I just don't know if there are wedding candles...

Fu Zhenhong walked over and sat down, picked up the jug and poured the mellow nectar inside into the delicate glass.

He didn't drink it, but shook the wine glass lightly with his hand, and because of his movements, the translucent liquid made some quiet waves along the wall of the glass.

Fu Zhenhong looked at herself reflected in the cup, her black hair was loose, and her brows were a bit more mature and charming than in the real scene.

The time of this dream is two years later.

At this moment, Fu Zhenhong smelled the smell of cooking. He put down his wine glass and walked to the kitchen. Tang Seng was cooking on the stove with his back turned to him.

Fu Zhenhong walked over and hugged Tang Seng's waist and abdomen, her chest was tightly pressed against Tang Seng's back.

"Wait a little longer and it will be done." Tang Seng patted Fu Zhenhong's hand lightly.

Fu Zhenhong did not let go, but hugged Tang Seng even tighter.

Tang Seng smiled, "You are very clingy today."

"Then do you like me like this?"

Tang Seng blushed, "I like it."

Fu Zhenhong also laughed, and finally let go of Tang Seng, obediently stood aside and watched him play.

Not long after, the simple dishes were ready, and Fu Zhenhong followed Tang Seng to serve the dishes on the table.

After Tang Seng sat down, Fu Zhenhong did not go to her seat, but picked up the poured wine glass and sat directly on Tang Seng's lap.

Feeling Tang Seng's tense body at this moment, Fu Zhenhong pursed her lips and smiled, and asked, "How long have we been married?"

"Two days." Tang Seng was a little shy and uncomfortable, but he still held Fu Zhenhong in his arms and let his head rest on his shoulder.

It really is newlyweds...

Fu Zhenhong said: "Shall we have a cup of wine?"

"Okay." Tang Seng nodded, and was about to get another glass of wine, but was stopped by Fu Zhenhong.

Facing Tang Seng's suspicious eyes, the smile on the corners of Fu Zhen's red lips spread a little more, and he said in a soft tone, meaningfully: "Let's change the way of drinking."

After speaking, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then covered Tang Seng's lips with his lips, and poured the mellow wine into Tang Seng's mouth little by little.

The carefully brewed acacia wine is richer and more mellow than ordinary wine, with a little ambiguity and aphrodisiac in the spicy.Because of Fu Zhenhong's movement of crossing the wine, Tang Seng had to tilt his head back slightly. He endured Fu Zhenhong's kiss and made a smooth arc from his chin to his neck.

Alcohol can paralyze the nerves, and the stimulation of taste buds made Tang Seng change from passive to active. He swallowed the wine, his reddish handsome face hooked on Fu Zhenhong's hot tongue.

Compared with the kiss in the camellia forest, the entanglement of lips and teeth at this moment has become straightforward and intense.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Tang Seng's Qingjun face, the man stained with crimson lust was no longer as empty and far-reaching as before, he was no longer the holy monk who followed the rules, without the shackles of the three refuges, five precepts and eight precepts, he Just an ordinary young man in love.

The heat of Tang Seng's body is constantly rising, and the rich fragrance in his lips and teeth makes his whole soul tremble with joy. He wants more, more.

Fu Zhenhong held Tang Seng's flushed cheeks. Instead of dispelling the heat in Tang Seng's heart, his cold hands ignited some of the most primitive desires.

He hugged Fu Zhenhong horizontally, gently placed her on the bed, and once again attached herself to her lower body and began to kiss.