Slow-Witted

Chapter 68

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Lele was covered by Fu Jia's ears, but she could still feel Li Qinhe's naked malice. He moved uneasily in Fu Jia's arms, wanting to see Li Qinhe.

Fu Jia covered his face with his hand, and the anger in Li Qinhe's words had disappeared.

not worth it.

Li Qinhe is not worth his anger.

"As you said, even if Lu Qi'an wants to break up with me one day, at least he is still with me now." Fu Jia asked, "How dare you provoke me?"

Li Qin and all his anger were interrupted by this sentence, which solidified on his face.

"You figure it out, now it's me who is kind enough to let you go. You have to get out as soon as possible, lest I change my mind."

As Fu Jia said, she was already tired.

Seven years is too long, no matter how painful the wound is today, it is nothing.

After driving away Li Qinhe, Fu Jia returned to the cafe as if nothing happened.

"Would you like to come to get together at night?" Datou asked, "Everyone go, drink and chat together, after all, the opportunity is rare."

Fu Jia changed his estranged attitude and promised him, "Okay."

He took out his mobile phone, edited a text message and sent it to Lu Qi'an: "I'll have a party with my high school classmates at night. It may be late. You don't have to pick me up. I'll take a taxi back after the end."

Lu Qi'an quickly replied: "I'll pick you up and wait for your call."

Fu Jia typed quickly: "Don't bother, what if it's very late?" After typing, he hesitated again. After a few seconds, he deleted the sentence and changed it to "OK".

Teacher Liu's speech time was approaching, Fu Jia said goodbye for a while and led Lele to the lecture hall to find Teacher Liu.

Lele saw her grandma backstage, and flew into her arms to complain: "Grandma, an uncle bullied Uncle Fu just now!"

"Huh?" Teacher Liu looked at Fu Jia, "What's going on?"

Fu Jia smiled and thought of what to say for a long time: "I met my classmate from that year, someone dressed in a trendy fashion and looked fierce, which may have scared Lele."

Mr. Liu nodded, picked up Lele, and said indifferently, "Let's leave him alone, Lele, grandma will give a speech in a while, can you video grandma?"

Lele immediately adjusted her mood and cheered her on: "Okay! But Lele can't use a camera."

Mr. Liu hung the camera around his neck, afraid that the camera would be too heavy on him, so he kept supporting it with his hands: "It's okay, your Uncle Fu will teach you."

Fu Jia hugged Lele from her hand, and imitated her to put her hand on the camera.

"Go to the auditorium, I have someone in the first row for you, remember to shoot me and find a good angle!" Teacher Liu urged.

"Got it." Fu Jia came down and took Lele to the auditorium to sit down.

He asked Lele to find an angle to record by himself, and supported the bottom of the camera with his hands at any time. Lele regarded his hand as a remote control stick, and Fu Jia placed his hand wherever he pointed.

Thinking of Fu Jia's dedication to him over the years, Lele suddenly said seriously, "Uncle Fu, if that uncle came back just now, Lele will help you drive him away."

Fu Jia laughed and pinched his face: "Thank you Lele, but Uncle Fu can deal with him by himself. Lele is very powerful. You don't need Lele to deal with him."

Lele snorted, not sure if she was happy or depressed.

"I think Uncle Lu was better than this uncle last time." Lele sighed, "I don't think Uncle Lu is fierce now."

"Well." Fu Jia said, "Because Uncle Lu is only fierce towards others, not us."

Lele thought about it and felt that Fu Jia was wrong. The uncle surnamed Lu is fierce to everyone, but he is not fierce to Fu Jia.

After the speech, it was already dark. Fu Jia returned Lele to Teacher Liu and told her that she was going to have a party with her classmates, so she hurriedly contacted Datou.

The big hair came to the address of the party, which was a Qing bar in the city center.

Fu Jia rushed there by car, and was the last one in the class to arrive. When he entered the door, the classmates asked him to punish himself with three cups. Fu Jia has been in the sales industry for seven years. He has practiced his alcohol intake. He can easily drink three glasses of alcohol, and his face is not red or heartbeat, just like drinking plain water.

Seeing this, everyone coaxed him to drink three more glasses.

Fu Jia still didn't shirk, and drank happily.

He had a smile on his face, everyone was having a good time, and no one thought there was anything wrong with him. He can drink, and he is willing to drink, and whoever asks him to drink can drink to his heart's content.

At zero o'clock in the night, a large area fell on the table. Fu Jia drank the most, but survived to the end. Datou lost a lot of alcohol and became a rare sober person. He first found someone to send the ladies away, and then called one by one to send the drunken men home.

When asked about Fu Jia's place, Datou thought he could have more helpers, but he saw Fu Jia lying softly on the table, frowning and saying, "I want to vomit..."

The big head hurriedly carried him to the bathroom. Fortunately, Fu Jia's quality was high, and he didn't spit it out until the bathroom.

The big head was sweating, and he called another person who was still awake. Together, they carried Fu Jia out of the bathroom, took out his mobile phone from him, and asked him, "Can someone pick you up? What's his address book name?"

Fu Jia shook his head and said, "I don't want to... I don't want to bother him... "

He raised his head up to the sky and shouted, "Then wait a minute, I'll send you the first few after I've delivered them."

Another person took Fu Jia's phone, accidentally turned on the screen, and saw five missed calls.

"Isn't this someone looking for him?"

Looking around, he grabbed Fu Jia's finger and unlocked the phone: "I'll see if it's his parents, if it's not, I'll let someone pick him up, there are too many people, and if you can give one less, the less send one."

The five missed calls were all from Lu Qi'an. After a lapse of seven years, the big head didn't realize that this Lu Qi'an was the Lu Qi'an of the year, and he dialed it without any psychological pressure to explain the situation to him.

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Lu Qi'an frowned and was silent for a few seconds before asking Datou for the address.

Qingba was not far from the villa, and Lu Qi'an arrived in less than 20 minutes. Considering that Fu Jia was drunk and wanted someone to take care of him, he came with a driver.

Carrying Fu Jia on his head, he stood in the parking lot and waited for others. When Lu Qi'an's car approached, he didn't dare to recognize the luxury car, until Lu Qi'an opened the door and got out of the car, and walked straight to Fu Jia.

"Let go." As soon as Lu Qi'an approached, he embraced Fu Jia and hugged him tightly into his arms. His movements were intimate, far exceeding that of ordinary friends.

Datou let go of his hand in a daze: "You... hello."

"Hello." Lu Qi'an said indifferently, "Thank you, I'll take him away."

Without waiting for the big head to answer, he took Fu Jia away. Datou stood there in shock, and when Lu Qi'an's car drove away, he continued to pay attention to them for a long time.

Inside the car, Fu Jia was so drunk that he had no energy in his body. Lu Qi'an let him lie on his lap and used his hands to cool his drunken face.

"Jiajia, it's me."

Fu Jia raised her eyelids with difficulty, her mind was dizzy, and she recognized Lu Qi'an with a vague outline. He frowned in dissatisfaction and muttered: "Why bother you, I don't want to..."

Lu Qi'an interrupted him: "Your business is not trouble."

Fu Jia snorted softly, with a heavy nasal voice, without a trace of complaining, full of coquettish intent.

"You, you leave for seven years, you, you... you..."

He "you" for a long time, suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "You are not human!"

you are not human!

Hearing this, the driver shook his hand and almost turned the car into the green belt beside the road.

Rao is Lu Qi'an, and the corners of his mouth can't help curling up at this moment. He quickly responded and said, "Yes, I'm not human."

Fu Jia nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to touch his face, stretched his hand halfway, lost strength, and snapped back. Lu Qi'an took his hand and led him to where he wanted to go.

"I saw Li Qinhe." He touched Lu Qi'an's face and said, "He said... He said that Lin Fengxun didn't know what Fu Xiaoli did back then. He wanted to tell Lin Fengxun and let me wait and see you again. Break up with me."

Some words, if not drunk, Fu Jia would never say it in his life.

Lu Qi'an frowned, his eyes were cold: "I was negligent. I won't let him appear in front of you again in the future."

Fu Jia pressed his fingers between his brows and coaxed, "Don't wrinkle, don't wrinkle... Don't be angry, what kind of onion is he? I'm so tough, I choke him away."

Lu Qi'an let go of his brows obediently and said, "Lin Fengxun knows all about what happened back then. I told him personally. Don't worry, my family will be handled by me."

Fu Jia smiled happily, her eyes were bent: "I knew it. How can you leave such a big hole in your work? You are very kind to me, you can't bear me... "

Lu Qi'an lowered his head to kiss him, and tasted the sweet taste of wine from his mouth.

Fu Jia felt relieved, and couldn't help but say, "I... I was beaten by Li Qinhe seven years ago, do you know?"

Lu Qi'an clenched his hand: "I know, I'll call you back."

Fu Jia pouted and said, "I know you will definitely vent my anger."

Tears welled up in his eyes, his brows were drooping, and it was the first time he showed his grievance so clearly. Lu Qi'an's heart clenched and hurt, and asked him softly, "Does it hurt?"

Fu Jia shook his head: "It doesn't hurt, you help me out, it doesn't hurt anymore."

This life is still long, he will not hold on to the pain of the past.

After returning to the villa, Lu Qi'an carried Fu Jia up to the second floor and helped him take a bath.

Fu Jia was paralyzed in the bathtub, hooked Lu Qi'an's waist with his leg, the smell of alcohol mixed in his breath, and beat him in his ear: "Do you want it?"

Lu Qi'an grabbed his disturbed ankle and lowered his voice: "Don't make trouble."

Fu Jia was soaked wet, rubbed against Lu Qi'an's neck and acted like a kitten wet by the rain: "Yes, I want..."

He was so provocative, it was impossible for Lu Qi'an not to react. He wrapped Fu Jia in a bath towel and carried him to the bed, poured lubricant in his hand, and probed into Fu Jia's back hole to expand.

"Tell me if you're uncomfortable."

Under the influence of alcohol, Fu Jia's body became hot, and the inner wall tightly adhered to Lu Qi'an's fingers, as if to melt it and leave it inside. Lu Qi'an called Jiajia in a low voice, coaxing him to relax.

The hot corridor soon became wet and soft, Lu Qi'an's fingers repeatedly rubbed a certain point, and Fu Jia yelled, urging him to come in.

Lu Qi'an was more patient than him, and added lubricant once. After the sound of water could be heard when his fingers entered and exited, he lifted Fu Jia's buttocks and slowly pushed in.

"Ah..." Fu Jia's voice changed its tone, sweet and soft, with a trembling end.

Lu Qi'an clasped his waist and pushed in deeply. Fu Jia was so drunk that the front was too soft and hard to get up, but now he felt the numbness of pleasure leaning on the back.

His cock was throbbing, about to come, but it didn't seem like he was going to come.

"Slow down..." Fu Jia blushed anxiously and begged for mercy, "You come out first, I seem to be about to untie my little hands..."

Lu Qi'an stopped for a second, couldn't hold back, and continued to push inward: "Can you bear it? If you can't bear it, just solve it here."

What is the solution here

Can he still urinate on the bed as Lu Qi'an's face

Fu Jia cried anxiously, and pushed Lu Qi'an with his hand: "You go out first, don't mess with it..."

The more anxious he was, the more unconsciously the back hole tightened, sucking in Lu Qi'an's stuff. Lu Qi'an was short of breath, and thrust in more fiercely.

"I'm reluctant to go out." He kissed Fu Jia, "Don't cry, I'll take you to the bathroom to solve it."

Isn't this still going to be a relief to Lu Qi'an

Fu Jia shook violently, shaking his head and saying no. Lu Qi didn't hear it, he kept the lower body of the two connected, and carried Fu Jia into the bathroom.

Fu Jia saw that he was really carried to the toilet by him, with his things still in the back. She was ashamed and ashamed, and her tears fell down: "No, I can't get out of it when you look at me..."

Lu Qi'an stretched out his hand to wipe his tears, pumped his lower body slightly, and patiently rubbed his point.

Fu Jia spasmed for a while, his lips were slightly open, and his pupils were about to dilate. After more than ten seconds, his penis throbbed, and finally a small stream of urine came out.

Hearing the rushing water, Fu Jia smelled a faint smell of fishy and alcohol. It was dark in front of his eyes, and he almost passed over.

"You... why did you deliberately make me embarrassed in front of you?" Fu Jia cried out of breath.

Lu Qi'an satisfied the secret desire in his heart, his heart was happy, and the corners of his eyes were reddened by the intense joy.

"It's not ugly, Jiajia." He kissed Fu Jia's tears away, "I like what you look like."