The meeting place is set at a restaurant.
It was the first time that the mother and son met in such a formal manner.
After figuring out some things, Zheng Qiuyi no longer had the coldness and sharpness of the past when facing Tang Zhou.
She scrutinized her son who was close at hand.
With a handsome appearance and extraordinary bearing, apart from his indifferent expression, he can't pick out a single fault in his body.
She watched for a long time before she looked away, picked up her chopsticks and said, "Let's eat first, the dishes are getting cold."
Although Tang Zhou felt awkward, he didn't feel uncomfortable with his stomach. He picked out his favorite dishes and ate them slowly.
He never makes a sound when he eats, and his etiquette education is engraved in his bones, and his drooping eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, making him look extraordinarily well-behaved.
Zheng Qiuyi smiled to himself, feeling stunned. It is said outside that her son is arrogant and arrogant, how can he be well-behaved and cute
Tang Zhou actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but Zheng Qiuyi didn't say it, and he couldn't take the initiative to speak.
The affair between him and Fu Shen is false, but others don't know. He was worried that Zheng Qiuyi had said something to Fu Shen that shouldn't be said. Although Fu Shen was able to bend and stretch, this matter was caused by him.
Moreover, this kind of bloody plot happened to me, I always felt weird.
The meal ended in the wild thoughts of the mother and son.
Zheng Qiuyi silently remembered the dishes that Tang Zhou held out a lot of chopsticks, and said seriously: "Do you really like him?"
Tang Zhou raised his eyelashes, his light brown pupils were as clear as glass, but he was deeply impatient.
"What exactly did you tell him?"
Zheng Qiuyi told the truth, "Let him leave you."
Tang Zhou: "..." It's really this kind of bloody plot at eight o'clock.
Poor Fu Shen.
"But he didn't agree," Zheng Qiuyi said again, "he is somewhat sincere to you."
She could see that the boy named Fu Shen had a different look when he mentioned Tang Zhou.
Of course, it is not ruled out that the opponent's acting is excellent.
Tang Zhou almost laughed.
sincere? Fu Shen was only interested in his investment funds, where did he get his sincerity
He said blankly, "I hope you don't do these things in the future."
Seeing his attitude, Zheng Qiuyi subconsciously flinched, but when he thought of his purpose today, he gathered up his courage and said, "I just want to ask, do you want the Tang family?"
Tang Zhou was surprised.
The mother, who had not had much presence in his more than 20 years of life, was now looking at him expectantly with an almost tender look in her eyes.
An illusion, he thought.
Even in the dream, when he was penniless to save the Tang family, all he got was Zheng Qiuyi's cold eyes.
The feeling of being abandoned by all his relatives, Tang Zhou didn't want to try it a second time.
The grievances hidden in his heart turned into anger, and he said with a sting: "Since you have never cared about me, why do you need to ask more now?"
The young man's eyes were slightly red, and the questioning tone sounded tough, but it made his heart sour.
Zheng Qiuyi's heart was like a needle, and there was a lot of pain, and he almost burst into tears.
While she hated the Tang family, how could she be better? How cruel was she to throw such a small child in that cold-blooded house
At this moment, Zheng Qiuyi really regretted it.
She rubbed her eyes and said dumbly: "If you want, I will fight for you; if you don't want it, I don't care."
Tang Zhou was startled when he heard the tiredness in the second half of her sentence, "What do you mean?"
Zheng Qiuyi smiled and changed the subject: "Do you only like boys?"
Tang Zhou turned to look at the teacup.
He didn't like it for boys, nor did girls like it, he didn't know it, how could he answer it
But this look is the default in Zheng Qiuyi's eyes. After she figured everything out, she couldn't have any objection.
Her life is only a few dozen years. She has been in a daze for more than 40 years. In the eyes of others, she can be regarded as happy and happy, but who can know the sadness
If you are destined to marry someone you don't like, you might as well find someone you like for the rest of your life.
"If he can accompany you for a lifetime, it would not be bad." Zheng Qiuyi sighed slightly, "It's just that his temper is a little overwhelming."
She was rude to her elder, for fear that Tang Zhou would suffer.
Tang Zhou: "..."
Isn't it oppressive? Fu Shen looks gentle and courteous on the surface, but he is stronger than anyone else in his bones, and he is very careful, he will pay for it, and he will not let himself suffer any loss.
Gee, why do you keep mentioning him
After driving the figure out of his mind, Tang Zhou got up and said, "I have nothing else to do, I'll go back first."
Zheng Qiuyi was anxious, "You haven't said whether you want the Tang family or not."
Tang Zhou said coldly: "My business, I will handle it myself."
After saying that, without giving Zheng Qiuyi a chance to speak, he strode out of the restaurant.
Sitting back in the car, Tang Zhou leaned back and sighed deeply.
I want to smoke again.
Just as he reached into the storage compartment, Fu Shen's words appeared in his mind, and he subconsciously shrank back.
He didn't understand, since he had let him go for so many years, why did he come to him now? Is it just because of the heir thing
But the soft light in Zheng Qiuyi's eyes and the gentleness of his tone did not seem to be fake, which did not match the image of his mother in his memory at all, but... had an unparalleled attraction.
The long-lost sourness came to his heart, Tang Zhou stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, trying to hide the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Isn't it just a hypocritical concern that he keeps spurning himself? Don't need to care.
Really don't care.
After sitting quietly in the quiet carriage for ten minutes, he regained his energy and drove back to his residence.
As soon as he entered the door, the soft lighting of the living room came into view, and a warm current suddenly poured into his cold heart.
Fu Shen was sitting on the sofa doing business, when he heard the movement, he turned around, his amber eyes instantly filled with a smile, he got up and walked over, took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet, bent over and placed them in front of his feet, and asked, "Are you full? "
The boy is tall and handsome, his eyebrows are dyed like thick ink, his eyes are dark and deep, and he is looking at one person intently at this time. The figure reflected in the pupils was staring blankly at the sandals on the ground without saying a word.
Fu Shen noticed that he was in a bad mood, and said warmly, "What's wrong?"
Tang Zhou put on his slippers and looked up at him. His eyes were a little red, and his voice was a little soft.
"I want to smoke."
Fu Shen raised his eyebrows: "...No."
Tang Zhou took a breath and said hoarsely, "I just want to smoke."
He was not so sad at first, but the moment he entered the door, he saw the warm and peaceful home, and Fu Shen came to greet him with a smile.
Ever since he was sensible, he has never cried. He didn't cry even when his heart was so cold in his dream.
But now, he felt that his nose was sour and his throat was sore, and he couldn't control it at all, but he kept holding back and wanted to vent through smoking.
Seeing that the light brown eyes were covered with mist, and then tried to retreat, Fu Shen's heart softened, mixed with a bit of bitterness.
He held Tang Zhou's wrist and took Tang Zhou to the sofa to sit down obediently, "It's better to smoke than drink."
Tang Zhou looked up at him without blinking, "But I can't drink."
Fu Shen smiled, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get two cans of beer, opened one and handed it to Tang Zhou, "Try it."
The aggrieved young man hesitated to take it. Seeing that Fu Shen took the first sip, he also took a sip.
The entrance was icy cold, but after a while, the body and face became hot.
His alcohol intake was indeed light, but halfway through, he was already dizzy, staring at the person in front of him with hazy eyes and asked, "Why are there two Fu Shen..."
Fu Shen got up and gestured to take the wine in his hand, "You're drunk, stop drinking."
"No!" Tang Zhou waved his hand unreasonably, "I want to drink!"
Tons and tons of pouring down a few mouthfuls.
A little wine dripped down the corners of his lips, passed the graceful chin, flowed down the slender white neck, landed on the collarbone, and rolled around, as if tempting to pick.
Fu Shen's eyes suddenly darkened, he took out a tissue and wiped it for him. Little by little, he wiped away the light yellow wine liquid, revealing his original delicate skin.
He moved very lightly, and Tang Zhou was a little itchy by him, stretched out his hand in confusion, and accused him with red eyes: "Why are you bullying me?"
Fu Shen clenched the soft paper tightly, his eyes focused and serene.
"Did I bully you?"
Tang Zhou stretched out his hand to cover his neck, tears welling in his eyes, but he couldn't shed them.
"You make me so itchy."
Fu Shen sighed inwardly. He wanted to cry so much that he had to endure it with all his might. If he hadn't drank, he would have to hold back again tonight.
"You got something stuck there, I'm helping you wipe it." Fu Shen said patiently.
Tang Zhou stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head with a cold snort and stopped looking at him.
"Okay, it's my fault, it made you itchy, I'll make up for it, don't be angry." Fu Shen squatted in front of him and tugged at the corner of his clothes funny.
Tang Zhou apologized when he saw him, but of course he chose to forgive him. When he turned around, a glittering glint slipped from the corner of his eyes.
He was stunned, wiped it lightly with the pulp of his finger, and whispered, "How could this happen?"
Fu Shen was about to comfort him, but saw the young man suddenly stand up and stagger into the bedroom. He was worried and quickly followed.
As soon as he walked in, he froze in place.
The wardrobe door was wide open, and Tang Zhou sat by the bed with his back to him, holding a huge doll bear in his arms, motionless.
Fu Shen stood at the door for a long time, until the faint sound of weeping came into his ears, and he suddenly came back to his senses.
His chest was so tight that it was almost painful, he walked up to Tang Zhou.
The young man's entire face was buried in the doll bear's fur, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.
Even crying, he refrained from making a sound, so good that his heart was sour.
Fu Shen knew that he should have room to vent, but he was really worried that Tang Zhou would be suffocated to death by the doll bear, and said in a low voice, "If you do this, the bear will be out of breath."
The young man holding the bear paused, slowly raised half of his face, his eyes were red from crying, and looked at Fu Shen pitifully, "Then what should we do?"
"I do not know."
Tang Zhou had tears hanging from his eyelashes, puzzled.
Fu Shen took the teddy bear away and took him into his arms.
"I won't be out of breath."
The warm and gentle atmosphere surrounded Tang Zhou. The man's embrace was like a shelter from the wind and rain, and his heart settled down at once.
The author has something to say: Chapter V will be updated at 0:00 on Thursday~ That is, 12:00 tonight, thank you for your continuous support, and please continue to support Zhouzhou~
Thank you Yan Yan for her rocket launchers, grenades and mines, and thanks to Gu Nuanqun and Mo Yu for her mines
Pre-received sweet and cool text "Tyrant lives with sweet mouth", ask for a collection duck~
Qiao Ya was assassinated when he was young, and his mental strength gradually collapsed after he succeeded to the throne. He often couldn't control his violent emotions and became a tyrant in the eyes of the imperial people.
Just when the Academy of Sciences diagnosed him with only one year of life, he bound a "Benevolence" system.
The system said that as long as he completed the task seriously and accumulated enough points, he would be able to obtain a mental repair agent and continue his life.
Joya agreed, but he didn't expect that the task was to make him "sweet words"!
then-
Duke of the Empire: Your Majesty, Marshal Renault's prestige in the army is increasing, and maybe one day he will lead that group of civilians to rebel!
Joya was expressionless: Your Excellency, the amethyst on your cuff today is very beautiful.
Duke of the Empire OS: Did His Majesty take a fancy to the amethyst veins in his territory? Uneasy.JPG
Chancellor of the Exchequer: Your Majesty, because of the war and natural disasters, the treasury has shrunk a lot this year.
Qiao Ya was expressionless: the shop run by your wife is very popular, and your vision is worthy of recognition.
Chancellor of the Exchequer OS: Is His Majesty accusing him of not trying hard enough? No, he has to get up! Heart and soul.JPG
The dean of the Academy of Sciences blamed himself: Your Majesty, the mental power repair agent has still not been researched!
Qiao Ya is expressionless: Your previous achievements can already be recorded in the history books.
Dean OS: Your Majesty is so kind! He must develop a potion that can save His Majesty! tears welling up.JPG
The imperial marshal who has made military exploits: Your Majesty, the Zerg is on the verge of making a comeback. It is necessary to strengthen the military reserve and select talents throughout the empire, regardless of their background.
Qiao Ya's face is distorted: Your Excellency Marshal, your physique today looks particularly strong and heroic.
Renault:
later.
The Duke of the Empire sincerely offers all Amethyst veins;
The Chancellor of the Exchequer humbly reported that the treasury reserves had doubled;
The dean of the Academy of Sciences has developed a primary mental repair agent;
The imperial marshal showed his strong physique without reservation.
Qiao Ya shook hands and wrote the next diary: On the pros and cons of sweet mouth.