MTL - You Can’t Be Fierce Towards Me!-Chapter 78

The funeral of Wen Bo Li was very grand. Compared with the simpleness of his death, his afterthoughts were definitely spent.

On the day of the trip, the snoring sounded, and the team that was buried was so vast that Fu Fu, who was separated by a few streets, could hear the movement.

It’s just that the scene is big, but no one is really sorrowing for the dead. This is a funeral for the whole day in Sifang Town, more like a deliberate performance.

Fu Hao heard the news of the next person's inquiries, and soon he was left behind because there are more important things waiting for him.

After returning from Xingdong County, he did not cover the relatives with Chu Xiangtian. The relationship between the two people can be seen. After a few days, the mother should also look for him.

Yes, he has been planning this matter since he came back. First, the relationship between the two people is not covered, so that the mother can detect it, so that the mother always has time to verify the confirmation, and then confirm the relationship between them and come to him again. At the same time, at least a few days later, the intense emotions at the beginning will always be calmer - this is the small abacus that Fu Xin quietly beats.

In fact, Fu Yi thought it is correct. After eating lunch this day, Fu Youqin stopped him. "You are, come with me."

Chu Xiangtian brows slightly wrinkled, and looked at Fu Yan. In the past few days, he vaguely noticed Fu’s intentions, and several times he asked him to be fooled by this ghost.

"I will go with you."

"Niang didn't call you, Baba ran over and provoked people." Fu Yan squinted at his little finger, then took a serious look and followed Fu Youqin's pace.

The mother and the son went to the small pavilion in the center of the lake one after the other. Although Fu Youqin was not very happy, but after all, she was a son who had been hurt for more than ten years. She was not too harsh, even the place where she talked was chosen. Not so serious, the heart of the lake.

Fu Youqin sat down first, and Fu Hao asked her to pour a cup of tea. "What do you want me to say?"

"Let's dress up with me." Fu has a little bit of his forehead. "What happened to you with Chu Xiangtian?"

"Morning seeing it?" Fu Yan touched his nose, not too guilty.

Taking a sip of tea, Fu Youqin faintly glanced at him. "You don't wait for me to see it? Is it your idea or his idea?"

"My, he doesn't know." Fu said immediately.

Fu Youqin wants to be angry and really can't make a fire to the son who sells him. He can only calmly say: "How long have you been together, just like baby's protection?"

Fu Xiao whispered, "I don't even care for the people I like, but what a man."

Fu Youqin’s eyes glimpse, “What are you talking about?”

"Nothing is nothing," Fu said, sitting beside her, spoiling her arms and shaking her arms. "But I just like him. It doesn't matter how long I have."

Deeply sighed, Fu Youqin looked at his son. The boy has gradually taken off his childishness in the past year. He grew up and grew up. It is no longer the soft tears that scream in her arms. A child with a face, but a man who can take the whole Fu family.

"Do you really like him?"

Fu Hao nodded seriously.

Fu Youqin also asked, "Do you know who he is?" She still remembers the token that Chu Xiangtian took when he borrowed Fu's family. The bandits of Xishanzhai were just a layer of disguise. If Fu Qilian didn't know his true identity, two People talk about what he really likes.

This time, Fu Wei was silent for a while. Fu Youqin thought that he would say something when he did it, but Fu Wei seemed to have looked around for a moment, then whispered: "Actually... he is the brother of the emperor today, the king. ”

Fu Youqin brows, no longer before the ease, Shen Sheng: "What is going on?"

Fu Hao had to say that Chu Xiangtian disguised himself as a bandit investigation. The fact that Fu Youqin’s brows wrinkled more and more tightly. She knew that Chu Xiangtian was a court person, but she did not expect him to be the master of Dachu. The layer identity was too unexpected for her expectations.

"When did you know that?"

Fu Wei said that it was the night of the feast after the release of the list.

The wrinkles between Fu Youqin's eyebrows were deeper, and he licked his head gently. "He is a royal man... I agree, his head... can he be with a man?"

Although folks have long had a man to live with a brother, they are all people who can't say good things about their loved ones. But those who have a certain identity can't tolerate such a shameful thing for their children.

Not to mention the royal family.

"The obstacles over there, he will solve." Fu Yan lips.

In fact, he is not too worried about this. No matter what he does, Chu Xiangtian is always reliable, just like a big mountain. Although silent, he always relies on him. Even if he didn't say it, but Fu can feel it, his resistance at the end seems not very big.

So he said: "I believe in him."

Fu Youqin didn't know that he was sighing for the first time. His son's temper completely followed her. When she decided to marry Wen Bo Li, she also said this attitude to her parents. However, she was so happy that she was deliberate. I don't know if the lover who is now vowed to say love will change his mind after many years.

She had tasted the bitterness and took the wrong path. She did not want Fu to go once.

Slightly lowered his eyes and patted on the head of a determined teenager. Fu Youqin said gently: "You like him, mother does not stop you, who is not frivolous when you are young."

"But the marriage is not just a matter of two people, but also two families. I hope that you will stay some time, think carefully, and don't take the old road."

"I know." Fu Yan gently hugged her, silent comfort, "Thank you."

The mother and the son talked about the heart, Fu Fu sent Fu Youqin back to the house to rest, just came out of the yard, saw the man waiting at the door.

The man is always in a black suit. When he doesn't talk, he stands there quietly, like a squirting squirting gun. Even if there is no words, it makes people feel jealous.

However, when Fu Yi came out, the lingering lingering lingering in the whole body suddenly spread out, like crossing the winter, and entering a warm and pleasant spring.

Chu Xiangtian bent his lips and smiled at the end of his eyes. "After finishing?"

Fu Hao’s “Hmm” with a serious look.

Chu yelled at Tianxin’s heart, but still smiled at his head and comforted him: “It’s okay, I’m going to find a way, and one day my aunt will agree.”

"Well, you have to behave well." The heavy load that was put out, Fu Xiao smiled. "But mother will not agree with you to enter Fujiamen."

I was wondering how to comfort him, Chu Xiangtian, and then came over, "Aunt does not object?"

Fu Yan squinted at him and said with anger: "Mother is very dissatisfied with the identity of your daughter-in-law, saying that we should observe more observations."

This is much better than what he expected. Chu smiled and took him back. "I want to make her happy."

Fu's hand was wrapped in his hand, and it was warming up in a short while. It was near November and the weather was already cold, but the two men's hands were together, but they didn't feel cold.

It quietly left in October, and the cold wind came in November. The heat in the air was completely dispersed, leaving only the trees of Xiaosuo and the cold wind.

Fu Wei put on a warm thick cotton coat, and the bear that was always wrapped in Chu Xiangtian when he went out, the winter in the south is not very cold, but the chill of the silk can be drilled into the bones of the human body along the gap of the clothes.

When he first entered the winter, Fu Yusheng had a cold, and then Chu Xiangtian always used to wrap a thick cloak when he went out again.

After Fu Hao went out this day, Zhou Chuanqing, who had been hiding for a long time, suddenly found it.

He had just returned from the garden, the garden was full of wind, and the lips that had been frozen for a while were blue, but the smile on his face could not be suppressed.

Chu Xiangtian squinted at him. "Don't laugh, do you know what you are like now?" Waiting for Zhou Chuanqing to take the call, he continued: "Like a fool who always laughs when he sees people on the East Street." ""

Zhou Chuanqing is not annoyed. It seems that there is really a happy event. He likes to take a piece of paper from the sleeve to see Chu Xiangtian.

The paper basket is half-slapped, and the top is tied with a red ribbon. The top of the paper is written in two small characters. Chu Xiangtian is going to take a closer look. He takes it back like a baby, only to see the two different handwritings above. The familiar one is the word of Zhou Chuanqing, but the other does not know who it is.

"what is this?"

Zhou Chuanqing was proud of it. "I made a word, do you know who is filling it?"

He looks like this, Chu Xiangtian can guess with his toes, "Miss Fu Jia filled?"

Zhou Chuanqing nodded and glared at him for a clever look.

There is an old tree in the garden, and it will grow on the way to the front yard and the backyard. Fu Shuyue often sits under the tree. After Zhou Chuanqing saw it a few times, he tried to write his own poems on a paper basket and hung it on the tree with a red ribbon.

There were more and more paper baskets hanging on the tree. Fu Shuyue did not respond at all. When Zhou Chuanqing did not report any hope of squatting under the tree, he inadvertently found a row of small characters on the paper.

It is the writing of Fu Shuyue!