After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Matsutake was taken aback, and the moment he heard Fu Zhoushan's words, many strange things flashed in his mind. He looked at Fu Zhoushan embarrassedly, thinking that he used to call Fu Zhoushan his master, and they would not be able to play well. Very big, right?

He swallowed, his cheeks were flushed, his heart was beating violently, his hand holding the wooden sword trembled a little, and he stood there tremblingly, not daring to pass.

Fu Zhoushan wiped his hands, only to find that Matsutake was still standing there. He felt strange and hooked his finger at him, "Come here, what are you doing standing there?"

Matsutake moved over slowly, just wondering why the sun outside is so dazzling and hot today.

Seeing that the tips of Matsutake's ears were red, Fu Zhoushan lowered his head, twisted his fingers and whispered, "How can you be satisfied, husband."

Fu Zhoushan couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and he probably guessed what Matsutake was thinking when he moved his mind. There was a smirk at the corner of his mouth, his elbows were on his knees, and he looked playfully at the blushing beauty in front of him.

He obviously didn't mind what happened in the private gym, but Matsutake was too thin-skinned to blush at the slightest tease, and he couldn't stand it.

Fu Zhoushan took Matsutake's hand and let him sit on his lap. Feeling the tightness of the child's body, he pinched his red ears soothingly and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't do it until you are willing." what to you."

Speaking of it, matsutake used to be very clean and self-conscious, and especially rejected this.

Fu Zhoushan didn't force him either, he just needed a beautiful plaything by his side to save face, as for whether he would warm the bed...

As long as he doesn't say anything, who would think that matsutake wouldn't warm his bed?

The main reason for Fu Zhoushan's temperament is that the relationship between his parents is not good, which makes him relatively indifferent to this aspect, and even a little disgusted.

Matsutake didn't know what was going on in Fu Zhoushan's mind, so he buried his blushing face on Fu Zhoushan's shoulder, like a wronged cute puppy, and whispered, "Will the master be disappointed in me..."

Hearing this, Fu Zhoushan pinched Matsutake's chin and carefully looked at his face, raised his eyebrows, and said, "When you get old, you may be disappointed."

This sounded rather ruthless.

Matsutake didn't expect that her husband, who was gentle and affectionate in her eyes, would say such words, jumped up from his lap, and said angrily: "Husband, you actually want to abandon me all the time. If I don't look good, I don't deserve it." I fell in love with you. I didn't expect you to only see my face! You must not love me."

As I spoke, tears were about to fall.

Fu Zhoushan: "..."

I don't know if Matsutake regained his memory in the future, would he regret saying such a thing today.

Matsutake didn't know what Fu Zhoushan was thinking. If it was him in the past, he might be a little happy to hear that he could get rid of Fu Zhoushan, but now he doesn't remember the agreement between them, so he is really angry.

He snorted through his nostrils, turned his back to Fu Zhoushan and sat down, his face bulging like a bun.

It reminded Fu Zhoushan of the angry little puffer again.

Fu Zhoushan gave a helpless laugh. Recently, he has become more and more reluctant to see Matsutake's clear eyes. He hugged Matsutake from behind and coaxed him, "Don't be angry, I'm talking nonsense."

Matsutake still snorted coldly, pinching the corner of his clothes, it seemed that he took the corner of the clothes for Fu Zhoushan to fuck, and complained while kneading: "My husband must have someone outside, maybe someday Xiaosan came to the house and came to divide the family property. At that time, the child in my stomach and I can only sleep on the street..."

Fu Zhoushan: "..."

Is the brain circuit of all actors like this?Why didn't he know that Matsutake had such a powerful imagination before, and could make up such wonderful plots in his brain.

Matsutake gave him an aggrieved look, pinched Fu Zhoushan's face and pulled it. It didn't take much effort, but Fu Zhoushan had already felt his resentment.

"Say, you won't abandon me."

Fu Zhoushan did not change his face, and repeated obediently: "I will not abandon you."

"Then what about when I'm old?" Matsutake bit her lip and asked again, her eyes became a little moist again.

He still cares about this matter.

Fu Zhoushan began to regret what he said, so he had to solemnly say: "I will not abandon you when you are old, I will support you for a lifetime."

Matsutake was not moved by the words of love, but was still very wronged, "What if you go bankrupt in the future?"

?

Fu Zhoushan was speechless for a moment, thought for a while, and felt that this possibility was almost non-existent.

But now, in order to coax Matsutake, he sighed. He scratched the tip of Matsutake's nose, pretending to be coaxing a child, and said with a chuckle, "If I go bankrupt in the future, I can only rely on you to support me."

Matsutake was amused, and let go of his hand. Seeing Fu Zhoushan's red cheeks being pinched by himself, he felt a little distressed, and stretched out his hand to rub him.

But he didn't want to be coaxed so easily, so he deliberately said, "What if I can't support you?"

Fu Zhoushan replied: "Then the two of us can only be a pair of fateful mandarin ducks."

Matsutake is a natural romantic, he has never suffered hardships, and naturally he can't fully imagine such a life, he looked up and thought about it, and said naively: "That's not bad."

Knowing what he meant, Fu Zhoushan sighed and shook his head, and said softly, "I won't let you live like that."

"You always don't believe me, so ignore you. I'm going to practice sword." Matsutake stuck out his tongue at him, got up from his lap, picked up the wooden sword on the ground, and continued to practice his sword moves.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Fu Zhoushan got up and made himself a pot of tea, returned to the gym, sat on a chair beside him, and practiced sword with Matsutake while reading the newspaper.

Matsutake has long hands and long legs, and has learned to dance before. Her body is soft and her figure is very good. Even if her movements are not so standard, she is still better looking than ordinary people.

Watching such a beauty practice sword is a kind of enjoyment.

Fu Zhoushan was very satisfied.

only--

An hour has passed...

Two hours have passed...

Matsutake hasn't stopped yet.

Fu Zhoushan drank three cups of tea, and watched Matsutake practice for more than half an hour in order to practice the continuous movements of turning around, raising legs, pulling the sword flower, and stabbing the sword. more than 100 times.

Looking at Matsutake's sweaty forehead hair, Fu Zhoushan said, "Take a rest."

Matsutake smiled at him, "I'm not tired."

After finishing speaking, he continued to repeat that action, his eyes were firm, and he was sweating profusely.

Fu Zhoushan stared at the hard-working children, and for the first time really changed his mind about matsutake.

He is generally called a workaholic by the employees in the company. Before Matsutake was willing to cook him dinner, he worked overtime almost every night, let alone having a day off like today.

Therefore, he appreciates people who work hard.

Fu Zhoushan has always known that Matsutake has a good family background and was spoiled by the family since he was a child, but in order to enter the entertainment circle and work hard, the relationship between Matsutake and his family has been cold for a while.

At this time, the two met.

The two reached a nurturing agreement. Fu Zhoushan gave Matsutake money, and Matsutake became Fu Zhoushan's beautiful lover, so that Fu Zhoushan could block those who always wanted to be Fu's young mistress.

So he always thought that Matsutake was a spoiled young master who couldn't bear any hardships, so he found someone to take care of him.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

Fu Zhoushan bowed his head and took a sip of tea, that is to say, he has met such a bully like himself. He does not need to accompany a lover in the bed, nor does he need to attend any occasions. He just needs to stay at home and let those who should know that he exists know. up.

Even before Matsutake lost his memory, he hadn't tasted a bite of his cooking.

Fu Zhoushan suddenly felt that he, the benefactor, seemed a bit stupid and had a lot of money.

He sighed, seeing that Matsutake was still practicing that move, he stood up, walked slowly behind him, held Matsutake's hand, and led him to do this sword move again with some strength.

Matsutake looked at him in surprise: "My husband, when you take me with you, you will always practice much more smoothly than me." Then he said dejectedly: "My limbs may be a little uncoordinated."

"Just practice a few more times." Fu Zhoushan helped Matsutake straighten his sweaty long hair, and said softly, "Let's rest for a while."

Matsutake smiled and nodded, rubbed his right wrist, ran to the chair and sat down, pointed to the tea Fu Zhoushan was drinking with his left hand, "Husband, can I drink some?"

Fu Zhoushan nodded, and walked slowly to his side, looking at the child holding a cup of tea and pouring it into his belly, he thought it was a bit cute.

He sat on the chair next to him, picked up his cup of tea, and said, "Don't ask me about this kind of thing in the future."

Matsutake happily replied: "Thank you husband!"

He drank two full cups of tea and slumped on the chair contentedly.

exhausted.

Fu Zhoushan glanced at him and noticed that Matsutake was rubbing his right wrist all the time. He knew that practicing swords hurts his wrist, but it should not be the case for only a few hours today. Could it be an old disease?

Frowning, she took Matsutake's hand and rubbed it carefully, "Does it hurt?"

Matsutake stared blankly at him, a pair of thick long eyelashes flickering like cattail fans, and after Fu Zhoushan rubbed him for a long time, he remembered and replied: "It hurts a little. I used to turn the fan when practicing folk dances, and my wrists were worn out." .”

Fu Zhoushan nodded, and continued to rub Matsutake's wrist, "If you are injured, practice less."

Matsutake held his chin and smiled, looking at Fu Zhoushan's meticulous movements, he was very satisfied, "Husband, do you love me?"

"You call me husband, I don't love you, who loves you." Fu Zhoushan said without changing his face.

He took out something from his pocket and put it in the palm of Matsutake, "You will take this from now on."

"What?" Matsutake looked carefully at the thing in his hand. It was a small red amulet, which was embroidered with golden threads and patterns. It looked very exquisite, but the corners were a little worn. It was obviously worn by someone. It's been a long time.

"This is the amulet my master gave me when I was a child. It has been opened, and it can protect you from injury." Fu Zhoushan explained.

"Such a valuable thing, can I have it?" Matsutake raised his head and asked, pinching the soft thing in his hand.

Fu Zhoushan looked at Matsutake's expectant eyes, how could he refuse him, and said with a smile: "It's for you."

"Thanks husband!"