When Fu Shiyan came out, Jiang Shu buried his head between his arms and looked at him with half-open eyes.
The man's eyelashes are dark and his eyes are quiet.
No one spoke first. While looking at each other, Jiang Shu suddenly felt the connection between the couple.
After a long time, Fu Shiyan took her hand and pulled her up, "Go home."
Jiang Shu leaned against the very old wall, folded his arms, and looked straight ahead. He was supporting Uncle Qiao to send him back, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was very gentle when he turned his head.
Jiang Shu could see from this angle that Fu Shiyan quietly put a card into Uncle Qiao's pocket behind him.
These two people both know each other's taboos and make appropriate arrangements behind their backs.
What she didn't know was that of the two people in front, Uncle Qiao held Fu Shiyan's hand and winked at him ambiguously.
"I just saw it."
Fu Shiyan couldn't laugh or cry: "What did you see?"
"I just saw that you changed the cards and let that girl win."
He saw with his own eyes that Fu Shiyan changed cards very quickly, and he was very happy when he saw her winning expression.
Fu Shiyan was speechless after hearing this, and just smiled lightly.
"My wife, if she is happy, I will be happy."
Uncle Qiao held his hand tightly and patted it hard, "Your mother came here a while ago."
Fu Shiyan stopped talking.
"She said you are a good child and you helped her a while ago. Shi Yan, are you relieved of her as well?"
"Good boy?" He grinded the word between his lips and teeth, "Maybe he is a good boy, but he is not a good son."
"Shi Yan, maybe she also has some unavoidable reasons."
"It has nothing to do with me anymore."
When Jiang Shu walked out of the alley, he looked back and subconsciously wrote down the place name.
"What's your relationship with Uncle Qiao?"
"Uncle Qiao used to be the housekeeper of the family and Qiao Xia's cousin. He took care of me when I grew up."
No wonder he is called uncle...it turns out he is from Qiao Xia's side.
Didn't he always have a grudge against her...that's why he never wanted to see Uncle Qiao?
"After Qiao Xia left, Uncle Qiao felt ashamed to face us, so he resigned and left."
"Are you relieved that you brought me here today?"
Fu Shiyan squeezed her hand tightly and smiled lightly, which meant acquiescence.
"Innocent people, there is no need to hold grudges." He looked up at the sky, "People always have to say goodbye to the past."
Jiang Shu imitated him and raised his head, putting his hands behind his back, "I never thought that one day I would be in a place like this with you, getting tattoos, playing cards, drinking, what did you say? Even so, I am still a good girl."
Fu Shiyan looked down at her and said deeply: "Then do you know that there is one more thing that has not been said."
"What's up?"
He leaned over and said one word in her ear: "Do it."
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Chinese characters are broad and profound, and a single word can arouse endless reverie and practice.
I don't know if it can be regarded as a discovery of conscience. When they kissed me, Fu Shiyan could still remember to ask: "I lost, what do you want me to do?"
Jiang Shu paused, moved away a little, and told the truth: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Fu Shiyan then lowered his head and began to ask for and receive things very rudely.
When they were in love, Jiang Shu groaned and grabbed his arm. The pain in his waist and abdomen was severe. The man kissed him all the way down and kissed the thorns gently.
Fu Shiyan was a man she had ever seen who was so proficient in love and play that it was hard to stop. Looking at his eyes, they seemed empty but full of desire.
The last moment was like a flash in the pan with the most beautiful beauty.