After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Chapter 70

Back home, Fu Zhoushan still held on to Matsutake's hand tightly.

"Hubby, I'm hungry." Matsutake pinched her boyfriend's fingers and said coquettishly, "Hubby, aren't you hungry? The food I cooked so hard at that time is gone, so I'll make it for you again?"

He could tell that Fu Zhoushan was really scared and angry this time.

The matter of changing earrings for him just now is also because of concern...

Matsutake thought about it carefully, and according to his understanding of Fu Zhoushan, it is not ruled out that he had this idea long ago.

But Fu Zhoushan just glanced at him lightly, pulled him to the bed, then picked up his mobile phone, dialed the number, and casually ordered: "Jane brings dinner here."

When Matsutake heard Jian Yi on the other end of the phone, he hung up the phone.

Fu Zhoushan looked at Matsutake again: "Are you satisfied now?"

Matsutake swallowed guiltily, and before he could say anything, Fu Zhoushan hugged him tightly again. He heard Fu Zhoushan's trembling voice: "I'm really afraid of losing you."

"I know." Matsutake lowered his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes gently covered the water in his eyes, and stretched out his arms to hug Fu Zhoushan back.

He recalled the appearance of Fu Zhoushan when he came to rescue him, such decisiveness, courage and perseverance, but now he only wanted to fall into the arms of his lover, so as to confirm that his priceless treasure was still by his side.

Matsutake suddenly felt warm. He never thought that tenacity and fragility could exist in such a perfect harmony in one person.

And all because of him.

Matsutake sighed, gently caressed Fu Zhoushan's back with his fingertips, and said helplessly, "Am I more and more like the evil concubine they said?"

"What hot pot medicine fee?" Fu Zhoushan raised his head from his arms nervously, frowned and looked at his child, his eyes couldn't hide the worry in his eyes.

Matsutake: "..."

He stared blankly at Fu Zhoushan, but only saw worry and nervousness in his eyes before he was sure that he actually asked that question very seriously.

Fu Zhoushan really didn't understand.

Seeing him in a daze, Fu Zhoushan urged him anxiously: "Say it."

"Pfft." Matsutake lowered his head and suddenly laughed.

Fu Zhoushan cared about it, but it was too chaotic. Matsutake didn't expect that he could make Fu Zhoushan lose his sanity with a single word. President Fu's IQ, who usually strategizes, must have returned to zero.

Seeing him laughing, Fu Zhoushan managed to regain his sanity, recollected what he said just now, and figured out the original meaning of "hot pot medicine fee".

But Fu Zhoushan is Fu Zhoushan after all, and he can still continue what Matsutake said before without changing his face: "The demon concubine is the demon concubine, and I will accompany my concubine to be that stupid emperor."

Matsutake laughed so hard that his shoulders shook, and it took him a while to stop. He tugged at the corner of Fu Zhoushan's clothes: "Honestly, isn't it a big loss for you this time?"

The other party tossed such a big drama, I'm afraid they won't let it go easily.

And from what Jian Yi said, it was obvious that he knew those kidnappers, who also called him Mrs. Boss. Matsutake thought that those people might be Fu Zhoushan's former employees.

This also explains why the kidnappers set the location of the kidnapping in Fu's factory, presumably because they wanted to find a familiar place, so they chose there.

Seeing Matsutake's frown wrinkled again, Fu Zhoushan felt distressed for a moment, took him into his arms, and kissed lightly between the slightly furrowed brows.

"Nothing is more important than you," he said.

"Of course I know!" Matsutake smiled happily, buried herself in her warm and familiar arms, and whispered, "This time I was really scared."

Fu Zhoushan hugged Matsutake's shoulders tightly, he will not let those people go.

"However, I am quite happy to see that my husband cares about me." Matsutake secretly rubbed against Fu Zhoushan's chin, like a clingy kitten.

Fu Zhoushan shook his head helplessly and smiled, rubbed the matsutake's hair lightly, and said dotingly: "You."

His children have always been so innocent, as long as their hearts are satisfied, they can easily accept other sufferings.

"What's wrong with me?" Matsutake said unconvinced.

Fu Zhoushan lowered his head and kissed the slightly pursed lips, and said in a low voice, "You are the best."

"It's more or less the same." Matsutake buried herself in Fu Zhoushan's arms with satisfaction, and hugged her tightly, as if she never wanted to let go.

The surroundings were quiet for a while, and the sound of a kitten scratching the door came from the door. Matsutake woke up suddenly, and grabbed Fu Zhoushan's clothes: "Luoluo... Luoluo was thrown by them, it...how is it?"

Matsutake bit her lip remorsefully, Luoluo was trying to protect him.

"Don't worry." Fu Zhoushan said softly, "Jian Yi has already taken it to the hospital, it will be fine."

Matsutake looked directly into Fu Zhoushan's eyes and felt a little relieved, so he nodded and said, "Then let's go to the hospital tomorrow to see if it's okay."

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Fu Zhoushan said.

Matsutake got up and went out of the bedroom, and picked up Mianmian who was scratching the door. Mianmian was usually very obedient, and never did anything like Luoluo, scratching the door, window, or sofa.

Presumably, he came here impatiently when he saw that the master had come back today, but he didn't see his little friend.

"I'm sorry Mianmian." Matsutake looked sad, and he stroked the soft fur of the white cat.

When Mianmian first came home, although she could see that she was very beautiful, her hair was always messy due to lack of nutrition. It took a long time for Mianmian's hair to become as smooth as matsutake.

Although Mianmian sometimes gets irritated by Luoluo and flicks her tail, she is still grateful to the kitten who brought her home from the bottom of her heart.

"It's because I didn't protect Luoluo well and left it behind." Matsutake said apologetically.

As soon as the words came out, Matsutake's heart trembled, the words were exactly the same as what Fu Zhoushan said to him.

original……

It turned out that Fu Zhoushan's feelings towards him were like this.

"Meow..." Mianmian seemed to sense the loss of her master, her two front paws clung to Matsutake's shoulders, she stretched out her barbed tongue, and licked Matsutake's cheek a few times.

Matsutake felt a burst of sadness in his heart, and couldn't help rubbing his cheeks against Mianmian's soft fur.

Behind him, Fu Zhoushan leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at him deeply.

"Ding-dong-"

Doorbell rang.

"It should be Xiaojian who brought the food." Matsutake hugged Mianmian and said, "I'll go and open the door."

When he opened the door, it was Jian Yi standing outside, holding a large plastic bag in his hand, smiling slightly at Matsutake: "Mr. Matsutake, good evening."

Matsutake could tell that Jian Yi's smile today was not as bright as usual, and there was a hint of gloom.

He guessed that maybe the kidnapper was Jian Yi's former colleague, so it was normal that he didn't know how to face him for a while.

Today's events cast a shadow on everyone, Matsutake sighed inwardly.

But Matsutake didn't have that much thought to do Jianyi's ideological construction, so he hurriedly let Jianyi in, and Matsutake asked him: "Little Jane, did you send Luoluo to the hospital? How is it? What did the doctor say?"

Jane put all the food in her hand on the table. Knowing that Matsutake was worried, she said with a smile: "The doctor said that Luoluo just had some trauma on her body, and she will recover after a while."

Only then did Matsutake heave a sigh of relief. If Luoluo died because of this incident, he would be sad for a long time.

Jian Yi still had something to do, so he left after delivering the meal.

Matsutake sent him to the door, looked at his slightly curved back, no longer the youthful spirit of before, and was also a little worried.

There was a little weight on his shoulders, and a voice came from beside him: "It's okay, he will grow up sooner or later."

"En." Matsutake nodded lightly, leaned on Fu Zhoushan's arms relaxedly, and went back to the living room with him.

The two sat at the dining table and looked at each other without moving their chopsticks.

In the end, Fu Zhoushan said, "Let's eat, you're starving."

"Husband, feed me." Matsutake looked at him innocently, put his wrist in front of him, and said confidently, "My hand hurts."

"Okay." Fu Zhoushan laughed, pulled Matsutake in front of him, let him sit on his lap, took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of eggplant and fed it to Matsutake's mouth.

Watching him eat it, he took another piece for himself.

The two of them just ate together.

After a while, Mianmian walked over on catwalks, and squatted down gracefully to watch the masters eat.

"Honey, I'm so tired." After eating, Matsutake leaned into Fu Zhoushan's arms, closed his eyes and panted carefully, as if he had exhausted all his energy today, and now there was only an empty shell left.

There was no reply for a long while, but feeling that his earlobes were itchy, Matsutake opened his eyes: "Husband, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Fu Zhoushan whispered, and withdrew his hand.

Matsutake sat up straight, knowing that Fu Zhoushan hadn't given up on today's idea, he pondered for a while, put his arms around his boyfriend's neck, and asked him to turn around and look directly at him: "Honey, do you really want to put that on for me?" ?”

Fu Zhoushan looked at him silently. He knew that his idea was wrong, but once the germ of this idea took root in his heart, he could no longer ignore it.

"If my husband really wants, I can do it too." Matsutake leaned in front of her boyfriend and said softly.

After hearing his words, Fu Zhoushan remained silent. He looked at Matsutake's clear eyes, felt soft in his heart, and couldn't help but put a kiss on his beautiful eyes: "I'm sorry, it won't happen."

"Huh?" Matsutake looked at him suspiciously.

"It's all my fault this time, and you shouldn't have to bear the consequences and the price." Fu Zhoushan shook his head and said in a low voice, looking at Matsutake with a tenderness that could hardly contain it, "And my baby was injured. "

As he spoke, he lifted the clothes on Matsutake's chest, and saw a large bruise on his chest, and his heart ached terribly.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Zhoushan's fingertips trembled a little when he touched the fair and bluish skin.

Matsutake smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

He took Fu Zhoushan's hand and rubbed it on his cheek, which was much clingier than Mianmian squatting not far away.

"Husband really doesn't want it?" Matsutake asked.

Fu Zhoushan shook his head, which meant that he gave up the idea of ​​putting a tracker on Matsutake.

Matsutake chuckled, unexpectedly a bit honest, hugged her boyfriend's neck and rubbed hard: "I knew that my husband treats me the best!"

"Then you have nothing else to compensate me?" Fu Zhoushan raised his eyebrows and asked back.

Matsutake paused, pondered for a while, rolled his eyes slyly, like a naughty little fox: "It should be my husband who compensates me?"

After thinking about it, Fu Zhoushan realized that this was not wrong, so he nodded and said, "Well, what compensation do you want?"

Matsutake looked at him, with a wonderful smile on his lips, jumped up from Fu Zhoushan, went into the bedroom, fiddled with the cabinet for a long time, and found a black ribbon.

"Husband, are you ready?" Matsutake winked at him, holding the ribbon in both hands and showing it to him.

Fu Zhoushan supported him with one hand, looked at him with great interest, and nodded upon hearing this.

Matsutake was not polite, and directly covered her boyfriend's eyes, and whispered in Fu Zhoushan's ear: "A good brother must be obedient."

This sentence has a bit of coquettish meaning, and when it comes out of Matsutake's mouth, it has a special charm.

Fu Zhoushan nodded calmly, and he was as calm as usual in the darkness before his eyes. He was held by a pair of warm and delicate hands, as if he had entered the bedroom.