The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

  Chapter 143 One hundred and forty-one. The big guy is very autistic (73)

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   "How do you speak!" The old lady slapped Long Aotian on her body.

   Full of momentum, quite the aura of the entanglement with Nicholas Zhao Si back then.

   "Shengsheng, what do you think?"

  The old lady smiled at Fu Sheng immediately.

  Fu Sheng looked at Fu Yan,

  The man at this time is also staring at her closely, his beautiful gloomy eyes are full of peace,

   seemed to confirm her answer.

   just put the hand on her waist, rubbing it constantly, trembling slightly,

  Seeing that Fu Sheng didn't speak, he pressed his lips slightly, his waist tightened again.

   "You can't refuse to agree."

  The man spoke seriously and stubbornly, the light in his eyes was fragile.

   began to feel restless again.

  Fu Sheng blinked his eyes and took his hand away from his waist.

  Fu Yan's breath stagnated, and he began to feel a little flustered.

  But I saw Fu Sheng lowered his head and fiddled with his hands, one by one, with five fingers interlocking.

  The hands of the two of them are one big and the other small, which fits perfectly.

   "Grandma, I am willing."

  Fu Sheng looked at everyone, his words were gentle, as if he was saying a very ordinary thing,

  But in those bright peach blossom eyes, there was seriousness.

  All of a sudden, the living room quieted down.

  Everyone looked at each other.

  ……

  Fu Yan suddenly held her hand tightly,

  In the deep eyes, a pleasant smile slowly appeared,

  If it’s not that everyone is there,

  He really wants to...

   kissed him hard.

  Fu Yan’s scorching gaze made Fu Sheng's ears red unconsciously.

  She gave a light cough, turned her head and glared at him without deterrence.

   motioned for him to converge a little.

  However, Fu Yan seemed to have not seen it, and silently scratched the palm of her hand.

  Like a kitten,

  Fundus temperature "Sunburn". hot.

  Fu Sheng: "..."

  Cough, forget it,

  My own man, let's spoil him.

  Fu Sheng pursed her lips, her face was warm, and she silently diverted her eyes.

   "Since they are in love with each other... Sheng Sheng is still pregnant, so he can only get married."

  The old gentleman groaned.

  Everyone nodded,

  Only Long Aotian, like a child, is still dissatisfied,

  I was trying to show off the momentum of an overbearing president,

The old lady next to   , Murong patted him on the head indifferently.

   "What? Do you have an opinion?"

  The 70-year-old mother gave her 40-year-old son a light look.

  Long Aotian: "..."

  As an excellent overbearing president, this decision should be made by me! ! !

  Thinking about it, he was a little unconvinced, just about to speak.

Then,

  Long Nicholas Zhao Si also glanced at him lightly.

  The overbearing president has more momentum.

  Long Aotian: "..."

   "Oh, son, you are still tender."

  The old man hit Long Aotian's leg with a cane and smiled triumphantly.

  Gu Qianjiao watching the whole process: "..."

  It always feels weird, the house is full of the smell of sand sculpture CEOs.

  ……

  ……

last of the last,

  Fu Sheng's matter of getting married as soon as possible is still settled.

  The family discussion was in full swing.

  The wedding of the sole heir of the Long family is naturally a big deal.

  ……

  At night, when Fu Sheng came out of the shower, he saw a bump on the bed.

  Fu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and walked in tightly wrapped in a bath towel.

  As soon as he approached the bed,

  The quilt on the bed was lifted,

  Fu Sheng was suddenly pulled and fell onto the bed.

   "Ayan?"

  Fu Sheng sniffs the familiar mint smell in the air,

  As soon as the words fell, they were suppressed.

  Secret. 【dense】. ""【numb. ]. "numb". "【】W. en. "Fell on her face.

  On the neck.

   "Itching..." Fu Sheng shrank his neck subconsciously.

  (End of this chapter)