The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

Chapter 143 One hundred and forty-one. The boss is very autistic (73)

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"How did you talk!" The old lady slapped Long Aotian with a slap,

Full of momentum, quite the momentum of when he was entangled with Nicholas Zhao Si back then.

"Shengsheng, what do you think?"

The old lady smiled at Fusheng immediately,

Fu Sheng looked at Fu Yan,

At this moment, the man was also staring at her closely, his beautiful eyes full of dim light were full of calm,

It seemed to confirm her answer.

It's just that the hand on her waist was rubbing it non-stop, trembling slightly,

Seeing that Fusheng was silent, he pursed his lips slightly, and tightened his waist a bit.

"I can't say no."

The man spoke earnestly and stubbornly, the light in his eyes was fragmented.

Started to feel uneasy again.

Fu Sheng blinked his eyes, and took his hands away from his waist.

Fu Yan's breath stagnated, and he began to panic.

But Fusheng lowered his head and played with his hands, one by one, interlocking fingers,

The hands of the two people, one big and one small, fit very well.

"Grandma, I am willing."

Fu Sheng looked at everyone with a gentle tone, as if he was talking about a very common thing.

But those bright peach blossom eyes were full of seriousness.

All of a sudden, the living room became quiet.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

...

Fu Yan suddenly held her hand tightly,

A pleasant smile slowly appeared in the deep eyes,

If you don't take care of everyone,

He really wants to...

Kiss him hard.

Fu Yan's scorching gaze made Fu Sheng's ears blush unconsciously,

She coughed lightly, turned her head and stared at him without any deterrent force,

Tell him to calm down a bit.

However, as if Fu Yan didn't see it, he silently scratched her palm lightly,

like a kitten,

Fundus temperature "sunburn". hot.

Fu Sheng: "..."

Cough, forget it,

Let's pamper your own man.

Fu Sheng pursed her lips, her face was warm, and she silently shifted her gaze.

"Since they are in love... Shengsheng is still pregnant, so we can only get married."

The old gentleman pondered.

Everyone nodded,

Only Long Aotian, like a child, is still dissatisfied,

Just trying to show the aura of a domineering president,

The old lady next to him, Murong Lengyoumo slapped him on the head again,

"What? Do you have an opinion?"

The seventy-year-old mother glanced lightly at her forty-year-old son,

Long Aotian: "..."

As an excellent overbearing president, this decision should be made by me! ! !

After thinking about it, he was a little unconvinced and was about to speak,

Then,

Long Nicholas Zhao Si also glanced at him lightly,

The momentum of a domineering president is even stronger.

Long Aotian: "..."

"Oh, son, you are still a little tender."

The old man hit Long Aotian's leg with a cane and smiled triumphantly.

Gu Qianjiao, who watched the whole process: "..."

It always feels very weird, the whole room is filled with the smell of a sand sculpture president.

...

...

last of the last,

It is still decided that Fusheng will get married as soon as possible.

The family discussed in full swing.

The wedding of the sole heir of the Long family naturally required a lot of planning.

...

In the evening, when Fu Sheng came out of the shower, he saw a lump on the bed.

Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment, wrapped the towel tightly and approached.

As soon as I got close to the bed,

The quilt on the bed was lifted,

Fu Sheng was pulled suddenly and fell onto the bed,

"Ayan?"

Fusheng sniffed the familiar mint smell in the air,

As soon as the words fell, he was suppressed.

dense. 【dense】. ""【numb. 】. "numb". The "【】W. en. " landed on her face.

neck.

"Itchy..." Fu Sheng shrank her neck subconsciously.