northernbook Chapter 188 The elder brother pretends to be crazy and the younger brother is really sick and delica
Chapter 188 The elder brother pretends to be crazy and the younger brother is really sick and delica
"...I asked for leave and the counselor agreed." Fu Yan'an said in a low voice.
Fu Yan'an is one year younger than him, and Fu's father originally wanted to arrange Song Wenjing to be one level higher than Fu Yan'an.
When Fu Yan'an saw Song Wenjing for the first time, he inexplicably developed a possessive desire. He felt that this person was born to belong to him.
He wanted this person to be his exclusive one, so that his eyes could only hold him forever.
So he deliberately said that he felt lonely in the class, and Fu's father naturally arranged Song Wenjing to be in the same class with Fu Yan'an.
Mr. Fu is not often at home, so Fu Yan'an always goes without eating for a day, and sometimes he may only eat a meal in two days. The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach makes him feel very excited.
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he would take a knife and cut his flesh. The pain made him feel happy.
Ever since Song Wenjing came, he has never done anything self-harming again, because every time he wanted to take out a knife to hurt himself, Song Wenjing would always knock on the door in time.
She even had the audacity to ask him to behave better. The burning affection in her eyes made him very happy. It made Fu Yan'an feel that there was someone who loved him.
After Fu Yan'an finished speaking, he buried his head in Song Wenjing's chest, his heart pounding, indicating his nervousness, and his hands tightly grasped Song Wenjing's clothes.
He was very worried about being rejected, but he also felt that being rejected was no big deal, and he could just do it himself.
Song Wenjing lifted his chin, and they looked into each other's eyes. Song Wenjing kissed him, and Fu Yan'an closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
She lay down under Song Wenjing's force.
"...Brother...you can only be mine." He was distracted and just wanted Song Wenjing's eyes to look at him and not leave for a moment.
"I belong to you. An An is so well prepared. Brother, how can you let An An down?" Song Wenjing gently kissed his hand and chuckled.
Song Wenjing like this made Fu Yan'an feel inexplicably sexy. His pupils were blank and he couldn't help but call Song Wenjing's name softly.
"Be good, I'm here..."
……
"Mom, I'm only a freshman. Isn't it too early for me to get married? Is someone gossiping about it?"
"Don't worry about the major events in my life from now on. I have my own ideas."
"Yes... I'm telling you, I have someone I like, and you don't need to worry about me." Song Wenjing was making breakfast while talking impatiently to the person on the phone.
His neck was covered with dense kiss marks, and there was a deep tooth mark on his exposed arm, which could be said to have bled.
It was as if the owner of the tooth mark wanted to leave a special mark on him!
When Song's mother heard this, she was furious. "You are my son. What's wrong with me worrying about your life? It's the parents' orders and the matchmaker's words."
"What have you learned in these years? I'm your mother, your biological mother. You must listen to me when it comes to marriage."
"Yesterday afternoon, when I was getting my manicure, I chatted with the person next to me. Her daughter had just returned from studying abroad. If this thing could be successful, she would guarantee you wealth and prosperity."
"If you're not satisfied with this, what kind of wife do you want to marry? Don't let your expectations get too high and end up lonely for the rest of your life."
Song Wenjing put his phone aside. No matter how loud the calls or shouts were, he didn't reply. For this kind of person, the more you pay attention to her, the more excited she becomes.
It’s better to let her talk to herself. She will hang up the phone when she is tired.
"Song Wenjing, what do you mean? I'm your mother. Now that you've grown so independent, don't you even listen to your mother? For you, I married him so that I could provide you with a good life."
"Wow, wow, wow... In the end, this is how you treat your mother. Son, how can you be so heartless? Where is your conscience? I've suffered so much for you, what about you?"
"Why am I so miserable? I gave birth to an ungrateful person like you, and now you don't even listen to me. Do you want to leave me?"
Song Wenjing still didn't answer. The person on the phone gradually became angry and started yelling and cursing, unlike before when he pretended to be weak.
After making breakfast, Song Wenjing turned off her phone, blocked the number she had just called, and deleted it. This person is simply sick, a woman who has returned from studying abroad.
It's not something you can easily meet. Excellent women are always surrounded by suitors.
Fu Yan'an woke up in a daze, reached out and felt around on the bed, but found nothing.
He opened his eyes instantly, his face suddenly darkened, and he supported his body with his hands.
"Hiss..." It feels a bit uncomfortable.
When he thought about his heroic deeds last night, he wanted to cover himself in the quilt and not go out to see anyone. He casually put on a piece of Song Wenjing's clothes.
His legs felt a little weak as he slowly walked towards the door. If he didn't see Song Wenjing when he went out, he would definitely kill Song Wenjing.
You're going to run after eating, right? We'll see if you can outrun him. At worst, I'll lock Song Wenjing up and never let him out.
Even if Song Wenjing resented her, if she couldn't get his heart, she would get his body. She would make his body uncontrollably desire her body.
When Song Wenjing opened the door, he saw Fu Yan'an standing at the door staring at him. He saw that he was wearing his shirt, and his long legs were clearly visible.
It was covered with his masterpiece from last night.
Song Wenjing squatted down, picked up Fu Yan'an, held his butt with one hand, and asked, "Why are you up? Are you hungry?"
"Were you going to make breakfast just now? Why didn't you tell me? I was worried about you." Fu Yan'an's tone was a little depressed. He played a little late last night.
He felt uncomfortable all over and was a little sleepy. He couldn't help yawning and leaned on Song Wenjing's shoulder. If Song Wenjing hadn't disappeared, he wouldn't have gotten out of bed.
"Well, I told you when I got up, and you even responded. How come you forgot now? What else can you worry about in your own home?"
"Could it be that some bad guys are going to break into the house and rob us? Don't worry, brother is capable of protecting himself." Song Wenjing comforted him as he put Fu Yanan on the bed.
The system couldn't help but interject, "Host, is it possible that you two are worried about different things? He's worried that you'll take advantage of everything and run away."
[Then how should I consider capturing you and putting you in a cage? And how can I make you not resent him? You just didn't realize how terrifying the villain's eyes were (?o﹏o?).]
He stared at you intently, as if he wanted to eat you up. He scanned your body, and only when he saw you had breakfast in your hand did he refrain from stabbing your neck with the silver needle in his hand.
After hearing this, Song Wenjing fell silent.