Letian really wanted to show it to Fu Zheng, but He Letian's cheeky temper would definitely not show it to Fu Zheng, but it didn't matter, Fu Zheng insisted on watching it if he wanted to.
"Fourth Uncle, please be reasonable and civilized." Le Tian covered his buttocks and avoided Fu Zheng's hand.
Fu Zheng wanted to watch it precisely because he wanted to be reasonable. He Letian was such a delicate young man, he felt a little bit of regret after beating him. Why did he cry when he beat him up? Killed He Letian.
Fu Zheng has a bit of a cheap temper. If you follow him, he will find it boring. If you confront him, Fu Zheng will find it interesting, chewy, and willing to fight.
It doesn't matter if he can't fight, he has a gun.
If He Letian raised him, he would definitely have a lot of fun raising him.
Fu Zheng suddenly wanted to taste what it was like to raise a son like He Letian, and gave birth to endless thoughts of loving a father. For a while, he would not be able to pour out his love, and dragged He Letian to insist on looking at his ass.
He Letian was a scholar, his limbs were weak and he was beaten again, and Fu Zheng casually carried him to the bed again.
The trousers wrapped his upturned buttocks, Fu Zheng passed through He Letian's thin waist to untie his trousers, He Letian was still struggling, "Fourth Uncle, don't look at me, I'm not a child, I can't be broken .”
It was inconvenient for Fu Zheng to reveal the evil thoughts in his heart, so he stripped He Letian's pants without saying a word.
He Letian's injuries were indeed not too serious. Fu Zheng raised his hands high, but he still had a sense of proportion in his heart. It's pretty red in color.
This He Letian was full of reasoning and eloquence for him all day long, even after being beaten, he still took off his pants and lay down obediently, like a child at all.
Le Tian lay on his stomach, "Fourth Uncle, have you finished watching?"
Fu Zheng said slowly, "I'm watching."
Fu Zheng stretched out his hand, wanting to flick He Letian's buttocks, while looking at He Letian's eyes, he quietly moved his fingers closer, and while He Letian was not paying attention, he flicked it lightly, and the soft buttocks immediately spread out undulating ripples like clouds.
Le Tian found that Fu Zheng was playing his ass, quickly turned around and jumped off the bed, pulled up his pants and said in embarrassment: "What are you doing?!"
Fu Zheng sat halfway on the bed, with a dry smile on his face, "Haha."
Le Tian: ... you are laughing, old illiterate.
Fu Zheng got out of bed, walked to the table, picked up the comic books, flipped through a few pages, and saw that the pictures on them were full of childishness, all of which were birds and beasts. Said: "What is this?"
Le Tian was wearing his belt, so he didn't want to pay attention to him, but he is a well-bred young man, no matter how rough Fu Zheng is, he still maintains his demeanor, "Shan Hai Jing."
Fu Zheng said 'Oh', "It's for children."
Letian wondered what the illiterate old man knew.
Fu Zheng threw down the book, regained his majesty, turned his head and warned: "He Letian, in our Fu family, we must abide by the rules of our Fu family, and we are not allowed to do such sneaky things in the future."
Le Tian said: "If the fourth uncle is not too stubborn, I would not be like this."
Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows, he just hit him, and he wasn't afraid anymore, with a confident appearance, Fu Zheng looked him up and down, and said again without thinking, "How is your relationship with your father?"
Le Tian couldn't keep up with Fu Zheng's thoughts at all, "My father and I depend on each other for life, so it's naturally good."
Fu Zheng nodded, said 'Oh', and finally said: "Just read some picture and story books like this, and you are not allowed to teach the gods."
Le Tian was puzzled, "What does fourth uncle mean?"
Fu Zheng said indifferently: "What about democracy and freedom?"
Le Tian was stunned, he hadn't thought that far, when Fu Zheng saw his expression, he knew that he didn't mean that, so he pushed open the door and left.
Fu Tianxian was dragged to the small hall by Fu Mingfeng. Fu Tianxian sat on the seat and wiped his tears softly. Fu Zheng walked in and said directly to Fu Mingfeng, "Let's go."
Fu Mingfeng stood at attention and followed, but he was full of doubts in his heart, because he saw that Fu Zheng's face turned out to be very good, with a gentle and gentle look, he didn't dare to ask, and just followed behind silently.
Fu Zheng got into the car and said in a good mood, "Go and buy some pens and paper for them."
Fu Mingfeng was taken aback for a moment, then immediately replied: "Yes, Commander."
Fu Zheng hates "literati" for a long time, and the reasons are complicated. Fu Mingfeng can't explain it clearly. In troubled times, there have been several conflicts between generals like Fu Zheng who fight the world with bare hands and literati due to disagreement of ideas. Well, the statue at the door of the house is for the dead, and Fu Zheng took it away with a smile like a mirror in his heart.
Fu Mingfeng still remembered Fu Zheng's expression and words at that time.
"What's wrong with guarding the tomb? I, Fu Zheng, have been carrying coffins since the day I joined the army. What are you afraid of?" Fu Zheng smiled sinisterly, "Everyone who guards the tomb with this statue will have to be a marquis and worship me. .”
The commander turned his back on He Letian twice, but after the turn over, he didn't have much magnanimity. When Fu Mingfeng was thinking wildly, he heard Fu Zheng say coldly: "The gang in the police station are crazy. They arrested a large number of students and let them release them." gone."
Fu Mingfeng hurriedly responded, "Then do you want to say hello to Commander Hao?"
"What does the matter in Miancheng have to do with him?" Fu Zheng didn't see that person in his eyes, and frowned, "A group of baby dolls are parading the streets all day long, shouting slogans of democracy and freedom, and they want to be shot."
Fu Mingfeng said: "The commander might as well ask the police station to detain those students for a few more days to scare them."
Fu Zheng waved his hand, "What are you fussing about with the child?" He turned his face away, thinking of something, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he was born with a face that was always against others, "It's not good to scare people to cry .”
Fu Mingfeng responded.
Suddenly an out-of-tune tune sounded in the quiet car, and the low and hoarse male voice was humming wildly.
Fu Zheng hummed to his own enjoyment, and after humming a song, he said to Fu Mingfeng, "Mingfeng, have you ever heard of a phonograph?"
Fu Mingfeng stayed by Fu Zheng's side all day long, he might not understand what Fu Zheng knew, and he definitely didn't understand what Fu Zheng didn't understand, so he said honestly, "I don't know."
Fu Zheng said 'Oh', "It's a mechanical thing, it can sing, and it looks like a golden trumpet flower."
The tone in Fu Mingfeng's ears sounded a bit playful, and Fu Mingfeng said, "Want the commander?"
Fu Zheng patted his knee, "No, there are at home."
Fu Tianxian went to see He Letian with red eyes, Letian comforted her for a long time, because of the pain in her buttocks, she asked her to take the album to go and read it by herself first, mainly because she was afraid that Fu Tianxian really had a good relationship with him, so she should stay away when appropriate OK.
He Letian was thin-skinned, so he didn't feel any pain at first, but after a while, the hot taste on his buttocks became more and more obvious, and Letian had to lie down on the bed to rest, and even the two meals were served by the servant Aguan.
Le Tian felt ashamed, so she must not tell her, but just said that he was sick and couldn't get out of bed.
A Guan spooned a spoonful of porridge to feed him, nodded, everyone in Commander Xindao's house now knew that Mr. He was beaten, even if she didn't say it, they would know.
Fu Zheng finished handling the matter at the headquarters early, and asked Fu Mingfeng to go to the police station to release him, "You don't have to buy paper and pen."
"Yes." Fu Mingfeng heard what it was, and went to the police station non-stop. Commander Xindao recalled it. It is ridiculous that these two things, paper and pen, appear in the commander's mansion.
He didn't expect that Fu Zheng didn't let him buy it, but went to buy it himself and brought it back to the Commander's Mansion.
"Commander." The servant greeted him.
Fu Zheng nodded, raised his hand and unbuttoned the two buttons of his military uniform, "How is Mr. He?"
A Guan said: "Mr. He can't get up, he stays in the house all day."
Fu Zheng's footsteps stopped, he raised his eyebrows, his heart was really broken? He hurriedly went to He Letian's room, pushed open the door and walked a few steps, only to find that He Letian was lying on the bed and was sleeping. He was still in a deep sleep. His eyes were still closed with such a loud movement. The quilt covers the waist, as if dividing the person into two sections, one half is thin and the other is graceful.
Fu Zheng carefully lifted the quilt. It was hot, and He Letian took off his trousers while sleeping. The briefs wrapped his rosy buttocks, trembling in the air. Fu Zheng was fascinated by the sight. , When the fingertips were about to touch, he withdrew his hand, put the pen and paper in his arms next to He Letian's sleeping pillow, and retreated lightly.
Ah Guan was waiting outside, Fu Zheng said, "Has he eaten?"
A Guan said: "After lunch, we haven't had dinner yet."
The days were long in summer, and the sun was still quite strong at three or four in the afternoon. Fu Zheng raised his eyes and looked at the green trees in the yard, "Go outside and buy some popsicles and come back."
Le Tian fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt a chill on his buttocks, frowned, and slowly turned his head to see that Fu Zheng, who was wearing a military uniform, was sitting behind him, he hurriedly tried to sit up, but was pressed by Fu Zheng on his waist, " Lie down."
Only then did Lotte realize something was wrong.
The ice-cold popsicle pierced through the seam of his underwear and stuck to his slightly red skin, and several sticks were inserted like blossoms. Le Tian was dumbfounded and said, "Fourth Uncle, what is this for?"
"It won't hurt after applying it." Fu Zheng pulled out one, the popsicle was wrapped in beige paper, and the round one was brought to Le Tian's lips, "Eat one?"
Lotte: ...
Fu Zheng poked his little lips with a popsicle.
Le Tian: "Fourth Uncle, how can I eat the one that I just put on my butt?"
Fu Zheng didn't take it seriously, "It's not dirty, I've never seen a whiter butt than yours."
As if to prove his theory, Fu Zheng tore open the beige paper, took a bite of the popsicle in his mouth, and said to the wide-eyed Le Tian, "Salt soda taste, you try it?"
"I don't want it." Le Tian hurriedly hid his mouth in his arms, for fear that Fu Zheng, a person who didn't play cards according to common sense, would just stuff his mouth in his mouth.
Fu Zheng smiled slightly. He smiled with a completely mocking look. It's not his fault. He was born with such a face, but he actually thought it was quite interesting.
"I bought you a pen and paper." Fu Zheng pointed to the cloth bag next to his pillow, "Look."
Le Tian leaned over to take a look through the gap, and said very reservedly: "Thank you, Uncle Fourth."
Fu Zheng felt that He Letian really would not hinder him from carrying it at any time. He had a self-respecting appearance, and carried it quite cutely, unlike those sour-mouthed old scholars he met before, who drank foreign wine. Ink is just different.
Fu Zheng slowly licked the popsicle in his hand, "Did you give the book to the fairy?"
Le Tian said: "Yes, she can understand it herself."
Fu Zheng said, "Oh, you teach well."
Le Tian was speechless.
Fu Zheng glanced at his butt, "Is it better?"
The pain was indeed reduced a lot after the ice application, and Le Tian said honestly, "It's better."
Fu Zheng said, "The gramophone is in the bathroom?"
Le Tian has gotten used to Fu Zheng's style of speaking that can go off track anytime and anywhere, so he nodded and said, "It's still there."
"I'll get it." Fu Zheng grabbed the popsicle in his mouth, got up and eagerly said.
Lotte: ...
Fu Zheng was very powerful, and after a while he really moved the phonograph over, looking very relaxed, and asked Le Tian how to make the phonograph sing, and Le Tian said, Fu Zheng followed suit, and after a while, the phonograph played the singing that Fu Zheng heard that day.
"Fourth uncle likes to listen to music?" Letian asked curiously.
Fu Zheng said: "It can't be said." With his fingers on his knees, he gently tapped the beat, "Who sang this?"
Le Tian said: "Huang Xiangdie, a singer."
Fu Zheng said, "You know him?"
Le Tian laughed, "I know her, but she doesn't know me."
Fu Zheng nodded, glanced at Le Tian's butt, and wiped it with his hand.
Le Tian was completely unprepared and let out a soft cry.
"It's about to melt," Fu Zheng stretched out his hand, his palm dripping with water, "Your butt is too hot, the popsicle will melt quickly."
Lotte: ...
Looking at He Letian's speechless appearance, Fu Zheng secretly felt amused, raising a boy is more interesting than raising a girl.