Chapter 127: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (7)
Chuji Restaurant is the best restaurant in the city. In the evening, it is the time to eat and the busiest business.
Fang Jiujiu specially booked a box early. He felt sorry for his money. It was not cheap to book a box here. But when he thought about how he would get another sum of gold after the event was completed, he immediately felt that the pain was not unbearable. Tolerate.
He lowered his voice and said to the young man who was sitting quietly over there: "That profiteer should be here soon. Mr. Fusheng, as we agreed before, you must do this without anyone noticing. It would be bad if things got bigger and we were discovered.”
Fusheng said nothing, only holding the child with one arm to prevent the child from falling to the ground as he almost leaned on the table to chew the chicken legs.
Every time Fang Jiujiu saw Chu Xiaoman eating, he had the illusion that the child was reincarnated as a starving ghost.
This child has obviously inherited the powerful evil power of this Gu man, and he still doesn't know how to restrain it. The inhuman characteristics of his body are vividly displayed. If it can be refined and used as a head bow, the effect will be...
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Fang Jiujiu couldn't help but make small calculations in his heart, and suddenly felt a creepy chill. When he looked at it carefully, it turned out that it was the black boy wrapped in the cloak who raised his red eyes with a lukewarm gaze. , making people feel as if their skin and flesh have been separated for no reason.
Chu Xiaoman was holding a chicken drumstick with both hands, his mouth full of oil. He followed his father and looked at Fang Jiujiu. His carnivorous mouth slowly rose, revealing his jagged baby teeth.
Even though his teeth were still new, they were very sharp. He didn't even have to spit out the bones of the chicken legs he bit into.
Fang Jiujiu shuddered, vaguely feeling that this evil doll wanted to eat him. He unconsciously took a step back, kept a safe distance, and said with a smile, "Look what else you want to eat, I Ask the waiter to add some more dishes.”
Chu Xiaoman grabbed the empty bowl with one hand and knocked it on the table excitedly.
It was a bowl containing Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup. Chu Xiaoman drank it all by himself. He still wanted to drink the sweet soup.
Fang Jiujiu hurriedly asked the waiter to serve another bowl of Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup, fully treating himself as a conscientious bitch.
Fusheng picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped Chu Xiaoman's face. After Chu Xiaoman stuffed the remaining half of the chicken legs into his mouth, he puffed up his cheeks and consciously stretched out his hand to let his father wipe his hands clean.
Fusheng said: "You can only drink one bowl of soup, and you are not allowed to eat anything else."
Chu Xiaoman raised his face, his eyes flickering, looking pitiful.
He said: "Your mother doesn't like little fat guy."
During the days when Chu Xiaoman had been living with his father, he had gained weight on his face and on his belly. He already had baby fat, but now he looked rounder.
In the past, when his mother was still alive, although she would love him, she also strictly controlled his diet, because if he was not careful, Chu Xiaoman would overeat. That is, these days when his mother is not here, he is eating this Being unscrupulous in matters.
Chu Xiaoman leaned on his father's arms and stared at the unfinished food on the table, reluctant to look away.
Because Fusheng and his son could not be seen casually, Fang Jiujiu took the soup from the waiter on the stairs. When he saw the person walking in at the door, he quickly ran back to the box with the bowl in hand, "Here comes that profiteer." ”
Fusheng put Chu Xiaoman on the chair. Chu Xiaoman leaned on the back of the chair and stretched out his hand towards Fang Jiujiu. Fang Jiujiu gave the soup to Chu Xiaoman's hand.
Chu Xiaoman held a large soup bowl, squinting his eyes happily, as if drinking wine, opening his small mouth unexpectedly wide, and poured the soup in.
Fu Sheng walked out of the box, and following Fang Jiujiu's hand, he saw the rich man going upstairs.
Fang Jiujiu lowered his voice and said: "He is the one who does all kinds of evil because his family has a lot of money. If we kill him today, it will be justice for God."
Fusheng said: "If I help you, you will find someone for me?"
Fang Jiujiu nodded, "Yes, a gentleman's words are hard to chase."
Fusheng said "hmm" and lowered his hood. When the master and his servant approached, he stepped aside and entered the shadows where no one was paying attention.
Chu Zhao vaguely smelled a fragrance. He rubbed his nose and didn't notice that there was someone standing next to him. He walked into the innermost room with the account book sent by the shopkeeper.
Fang Jiujiu leaned over and asked curiously: "Are you done now?"
Fusheng replied: "You just have to wait for the result."
He was considered to be one of the top in the evil sect, but he had no idea what Fusheng had done just now. He wanted to continue asking, but he saw Fusheng suddenly move forward and look towards the door on the first floor. passed.
Chu Xiang wore a simple bun today, only decorated with a butterfly hairpin, and wore a light pink skirt, just like the peach blossoms in spring. When she appeared, she immediately attracted the attention of many people. She didn't sleep well at night, and fell asleep halfway on the comfortably decorated carriage. Her father didn't wake her up, but whispered to Yingying to take her to the restaurant when she woke up.
Chu Xiang's footsteps were a little hurried, and Yingying followed quickly, "Miss, the master is in the innermost box on the second floor."
"I understand. Go and ask the waiter to prepare a jar of good wine for me. My dad and I will have a drink today."
Yingying didn't doubt his presence, nodded, and went to arrange for the waiter to put out the best wine in the store.
Chu Xiang hurriedly stepped onto the second floor alone. As soon as he raised his head, he met the eyes of the young man in black upstairs and stopped.
The young man almost hid himself in the darkness, lifeless, but his eyes were like red glass, bright and shining.
A strand of white hair fell quietly from the darkness, adding a sense of brilliance to the night.
Chu Xiang's heartbeat was unprecedentedly chaotic, like drums and thunder, reminding her that this young man must be a special being.
The cold wind blew up in all directions, the lights in the restaurant suddenly went out, and the noisy voices of the people continued to be heard. In the dark space with barely enough moonlight, the sounds were noisy and harsh.
Chu Xiang stepped up the steps step by step. The closer she got, the more curious she became.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled her in front of him. The two of them were in the darkest part of an unknown room. It was a blind spot where even the moonlight could not reach.
But Chu Xiang could still see that in the darkness, these eyes, which were more precious than gems, were shining beautifully and brightly.
Fusheng held her face with both hands, mist gathering in his red eyes, "Xiangxiang, I've been looking for you for a long time."
Chu Xiang said: "Do you know me?"
Fusheng's breath was slightly stagnant, "You don't recognize me?"
He carefully observed her expression, and noticed the strangeness when they first met. Her throat was tight, and her flesh and blood seemed to be being squeezed inch by inch. The blood mist in her eyes was about to condense into a solid substance. Turned into red tears, and then flowed out of the corners of the eyes like blood.
"Xiangxiang...we worshiped heaven and earth, and you said that I am your husband."
Every time he spoke a word, a wound was cut in his throat like a sharp blade. His fear and uneasiness, as helpless as a cub, actually made people forget that he was the terrifying existence that he should have been.
Chu Xiang reached out and gently took off the black hood.
In the darkness, she could not see the boy's pale jade-like skin, nor his extremely fragile expression. Only these beautiful red eyes seemed to hide a flickering treasure behind the hazy rain and fog.
And she had an inexplicable desire to get this treasure.
"It doesn't matter." she said, "slowly tell me the things I have forgotten. I am very patient."
But as soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't wait to stand up on her tiptoes and touch the cold corners of the young man's lips. But at the moment of contact, his coldness dissipated and he gained the warmth that was infected by her.
The corners of Fusheng's lips moved, and they soon rubbed against hers.
His hands circled her waist, tightly confining her body, and stroking the back of her head, constantly pressing her closer. The moment he touched the warmth, all his heat was poured in. , breath intertwined, passionate intertwining.
Chu Xiang was completely squeezed into the cage created by the boy and the wall. In the absolutely dark environment, she looked at his watery eyes in confusion, and suddenly she was sure that she had obtained the luminous treasure.
She stretched out her hands to wrap around his neck, ignoring the difficulty in breathing and the pain at the base of her tongue, and fell asleep with him in wanton indulgence.
Fang Jiujiu suddenly lost sight of Fu Sheng and vaguely felt that something was wrong. When he was about to look for someone, a cold hand grabbed his foot.
The doll with white hair and red eyes was crawling on the ground, the corners of its mouth were raised and twisted, and its eyes became narrower and narrower, and she smiled at him in a friendly way.
Fang Jiujiu suddenly felt a chill spreading throughout his body.
But in an instant, in the shadow of the moon, his body fell to the ground in pieces as if falling apart. His head rolled on the ground a few times, and there was no movement at all.
(End of chapter)