1novels Chapter 87 I still want... Uncle Fu...
Chapter 87 I still want... Uncle Fu...
Fu Fengning didn't speak immediately, he paid attention to Shen An's expression and behavior from the corner of his eye, and saw that he was huddled in the ill-fitting coat, and stretched out the fingers that were nervously touching each other, which could only be barely exposed because of the baggy sleeves. Come halfway.
The more you look at it, the more pitiful it becomes.
Fu Fengning turned the steering wheel more than half a circle, and found a parking space on the side of the road to park.
He turned down the music in the car, and said in a deep voice, "An'an."
Shen An glanced at the stagnant scenery outside the car window, and carefully looked at Fu Fengning: "Want... do you want to get off the car... where are we going..."
"Not going anywhere." Fu Fengning turned sideways and stretched out his hand towards Shen An: "Put it here."
Shen An was a little surprised and bewildered.
He took another look at the big hand that Fu Fengning stretched out, and hesitantly put his right hand on it: "This...is this..."
It was already one o'clock in the afternoon, and the late autumn sun was warming, piercing through layers of clouds and mists, coming through from the quiet shade of trees, and falling on Shen An's face, neck, and hair...
And on his wretched fingers.
Fu Fengning held Shen An's hand in his own, looked at Shen An and asked softly: "What did you hear? Someone said that An An stuttered?"
Shen An's eyelashes trembled, her lips moved, and he hesitated: "I... I am... although sometimes it's not..."
Fu Fengning rubbed Shen An's head with his free hand, and smiled lightly: "How cute..."
"Cute..." Shen An seemed to be burned by the word, and the tips of his ears turned red again. He raised his face and looked at Fu Fengning with a bit of aggrieved expression: "People say...alpha doesn't like stammering omega... ...Uncle Fu...how about I go...to deal with it..."
Under Shen An's timid eyes, Fu Fengning slowly held up Shen An's hand in his palm, and kissed Shen An's cold fingertips under Shen An's small exclamation.
Dragonfly touches the water and leaves at a touch.
"Uncle Fu...you are..."
"Kissing the fingertips is a ceremony of commitment from top alphas to their own omega." Fu Fengning improvised.
Shen An was scalded by the word "own omega" and said, "I know... I know..."
Fu Fengning gently rubbed the fingertips he kissed with his fingertips, and said softly: "Most ordinary alphas always dislike things, probably because their brains are not well developed. Top alphas like Uncle Fu are just the opposite."
"On the contrary..." Shen An didn't understand Fu Fengning's meaning for a moment.
Then, he heard Fu Fengning say solemnly: "I don't know what ordinary alphas like and what they hate. But top alphas like stuttering omega the most. Especially the stuttering omega with few top alphas in this world." Not many, which makes the stuttering omega more precious than the top alpha."
Reason told Shen An that this sentence was not credible.
How could a "semi-disabled" omega who was so humble that he was criticized and trampled on in the crowd become a treasure in front of Fu Fengning...
But what Fu Fengning said was too serious and realistic, and the key point is that there are reasons!In the end, Shen An was dubious: "Really...really?"
"Really. When did Uncle Fu lie to An An?" Although Fu Fengning didn't swear, but when he said these words, there were always hints of swearing, and Shen An couldn't resist such hints.
So, Shen An foolishly believed it, and was thankful for his attribute of stuttering when he was nervous: "Then...then I don't need to treat it..."
Fu Fengning looked at him and nodded seriously: "Of course not. An An, the words outside are full of lies. An An is not deep in the world, and has no discernment ability yet, and is the easiest to be confused and deceived. Therefore, before An An has the ability to discern, just listen to Fu Fengning's words. Uncle's words are good. Can you remember?"
"I can... remember it!"
Fu Fengning touched Shen An's head, and said softly, "Good boy."
Under his palm, Shen An narrowed his eyes slightly, like a terrible cat who was waiting to be let down by his master. A moment of happiness and satisfaction.
Fu Fengning did not withdraw his hand quickly, but gently rubbed it, giving Shen An more sense of security.
Fu Fengning squinted his eyes, and the dark tide was surging in his eyes.
Shen An is really too pure, all the emotions are written on his face, and the whole person shrinks into a small ball, who knows that there is only a small piece of the private world in his heart, like clear and shallow water that can be touched to the bottom.
When he first came to Fu's house, fear was written on his face, and his uneasiness permeated through his gestures of avoidance.
Later, he began to hide himself like an ostrich, unable to fight back, so he could only bear the grievance.
Until now, he was walking, sitting and lying down, relying heavily on himself.
He will miss him, and he will also try to figure out his intentions, and even dare to treat his stuttering because of someone else's saying "stuttering omega will be disgusted by alpha"...
At first glance, the logic is clear and the thinking is quite normal.
But it couldn't stand even casual scrutiny by Fu Fengning at all—Shen An was subconsciously pleasing him, flattering him, and accommodating him.
If it was pushed further, layer by layer would be Shen An's scabbed scars.
This child has suffered for too long and been abandoned for too long, so——
Even though Fu Fengning tried to confirm to him time and time again that he would spoil him forever, he still felt uneasy and afraid subconsciously.
Fu Fengning's eyes were dark, and he rubbed Shen An's hair lightly for a while before he came back to his senses. He was about to drive and take Shen An to eat first. He thought that he had been standing for so long just now, and his spirit was so tense, he must have been starving up.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stopped, he heard Shen An humming softly.
Fu Fengning smelled the increasingly rich gardenia pheromone, and called out in a deep voice, "An'an."
Shen An opened his eyes, his eyes were a little blurred, he stretched out his fingers a little deliriously, and grabbed the hand that Fu Fengning had removed from his head, and said in a low voice while grabbing: "Uncle Fu... still... "
Fu Fengning leaned forward, grabbed Shen An's limp hand, and stretched out his hand to lower the collar of the coat wrapped around Shen An's body. He checked the glands on the back of Shen An's neck, and said with a soft smile: "Fu Fengning Uncle just touched his head for a while, how could he find out An An's fever..."
Under the restraint of the seat belt, Shen An struggled to get close to Fu Fengning: "I still have... Uncle Fu..."
Fu Fengning said softly: "Hey, wait a minute."
Fu Fengning let go of Shen An's hand, and wanted to open the car door and get out.
Shen An's voice was trembling with anxiety: "Uncle Fu won't go... I don't want... I don't want... I'm good... Uncle Fu don't go..."
Fu Fengning quickly walked around the front of the car, opened the co-pilot's door, and brought Shen An into his arms and hugged him: "Don't cry."
While wiping Shen An's eyes, he unbuckled Shen An's seat belt.
Shen An threw himself into Fu Fengning's arms. He leaned on Fu Fengning, grabbed his clothes, sniffled and whispered, "No... Uncle Fu, don't go..."
The scent of gardenia became stronger and stronger, she clearly wanted to get close to him, but she was still afraid that he would leave, so she lied against her nature to keep him.
Fu Fengning knew that Shen An was still somewhat sober at the moment, and when he had a fever, he would only speak the truth.
Fu Fengning carried Shen An to the back seat of the car, and put it down carefully.
He lowered the black blinds inside the car, turning the car into a world of complete privacy.
The position of the rear seat is very wide, so wide that Shen An twists and turns in his arms, and he has enough room to hold him down.
Fu Fengning knelt beside Shen An, rubbing Shen An's face: "The frequency of the little guy's fever is not so frequent. The last time he had a fever was half a month ago, right?"
Shen An's eyes were foggy, and he stared blankly at Fu Fengning's face that was close at hand. He didn't have much thinking ability, so he babbled nonsense with aggrieved words: "Half a month... half a month... um... half a month... ..."
Fu Fengning looked at Shen An's nonsense and smiled softly, then bent down, put his arm around Shen An's waist, and supported the back of Shen An's head lovingly with the other hand, he lowered his head and kissed Shen An's lips.
He has temporarily marked Shen An many times.
He already knows how to make Shen An happy.
Fu Fengning's kiss was extremely gentle, and when the heat was up, his hand reached for Shen An's neck.
Shen An's neck is like a switch for his body, Fu Fengning knows how to make him tremble all over, knows how to make him desperately want to scratch his clothes and his back, and also knows how to use What method can make him cry so hard that he can't be coaxed.
But Fu Fengning didn't expect that this time he didn't show those little bad intentions, just kissed a few times, and Shen An cried out of breath.
Fu Fengning put his hands on Shen An's back, put Shen An on the seat, coaxed and wiped him warmly: "What's the matter... are you in the car, are you uncomfortable?"
Shen An didn't know if he was a little sober, or completely absent-minded, he sobbed softly, "Uncle Fu... everything about me... is also..."
His voice became smaller and smaller, still trembling.
Fu Fengning really didn't hear clearly, he lifted Shen An up a bit, patted him on the back and coaxed him: "Speak slowly, Uncle Fu, listen..."
"Uncle Fu... Everything about me also belongs to Uncle Fu..." Shen An's clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, and his face was flushed sickly due to the fever and lack of oxygen from being kissed by Fu Fengning.
He no longer had much strength, and he relied entirely on Fu Fengning for his support.
His eyes were blurred and confused, and at this moment he only reflected Fu Fengning.
This was said carefully and piously.
Gently and briefly, like an unpredictable gust of wind, it scratched the tip of Fu Fengning's heart instantly.
But burning hot embers like magma on the tip of his heart, burning Fu Fengning's chest with dull pains.
Fu Fengning held Shen An's face: "An An...do you know what I'm talking about?"
Shen An grabbed Fu Fengning's collar and cried, "Uncle Fu...Uncle Fu..."
Shen An felt that he was getting more and more unconscious. After he finished saying that sentence, he regretted saying it for a while, and then he was glad that he finally said it.
He thought again, anyway, it has already been said, why not add another sentence, just say: Uncle Fu, you can mark me forever...
But he didn't say it after all.
He was momentarily frightened by the thought.
He knows how repulsive and fearful he was to be permanently marked in the past...
He hesitated, only to feel that his consciousness was becoming more and more unconscious, and he no longer had the energy to think, only a sentence of unconscious and purposeless nonsense: "Uncle Fu...Uncle Fu..."
Fu Fengning gently wiped the tears at the corners of Shen An's eyes with his fingertips, hugged him gently, and responded to his call for help with a hot kiss...
Fu Fengning still only temporarily marked Shen An by leaving bite marks on the gland/body.
Shen An's body hasn't developed well yet, and he can't bear the toss, so Fu Fengning did enough pre-marking/acting, so that he can completely relax and not feel pain.
In the end, Shen An still fell asleep in his arms.
Fu Fengning laid him flat on the back seat, padded him with a pillow as a pillow, covered him with clothes, and turned up the heating.
He half-kneeled in the back seat, rubbed Shen An's face lightly with his fingers, looked at him for a while, finally lowered his head, and pecked Shen An's lips emotionally several times before sitting in the cab again and driving the Maybach Forcibly driving a turtle-climbing elderly car, for fear of startling the little guy in the back seat, it took three or four hours to get home wobbly.
The author says:
Author: It seems that Uncle Fu is quite gentle when he is gentle.
Mr. Fu: What nonsense are you talking about?