Sweet wife and cute baby: The black-bellied snake king is chasing

Chapter 213 Hate As Much As You Love

"Go!" Leng Xiao pursed his lips slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a playful smile flashed across his eyes, "Why don't you go?"

"Let me remind you, this is obviously a grand banquet." Fu Xinglie shrugged and shared his favor.

"Yeah, I'm not only going, I'm going with my wife!" Leng Xiao never flinched, especially when facing a strong opponent, he would only have more fighting spirit, "I want them to know that I, Leng Xiao, can Not to be trifled with!"

Fu Xinglie lowered his head slightly, and smiled lightly, "Okay, well said, since this is the case, then I can't fall behind you, I will go to this banquet too!"

Leng Xiao glanced at him, "Want to get close to my family?"

Fu Xinglie was very thick-skinned this time, and nodded, "Yes, my boy has fallen in love with your daughter, and he will not marry unless she is the only one. Do you think I can ignore it as a father?"

"You can lock him up like before." Leng Xiao lit a cigarette, poured it out, the faint color of the smoke brushed his eyes, and a playful look flowed past.

When mentioning the past, Fu Xinglie turned cold, "You really don't know which pot to open and which pot to carry. I was wrong in the past. As a wise father, you can't make mistakes again and again."

"Oh?" Leng Xiao raised the end of his eyebrows, and the playfulness in the corners of his eyes became more intense, "Do you really know your mistake?"

"What do you mean?" Fu Xinglie looked at him sideways, thinking of the previous conversation between Fu Xiangyu and Fu Zi, the words were full of reverence for Leng Xiao, and the boy's tone seemed very strange. I admire Leng Xiao and call him the greatest father.

Since then, Fu Xinglie has had a taste. He is a little jealous of Leng Xiao, who can be recognized and admired by his stubborn son, so someone began to imitate Leng Xiao's way of treating his son intentionally or unintentionally. and methods.

"It means that if you have any questions about how to be a successful father, you can come to me for consultation, and I will definitely give you all the money." Leng Xiao watched as Fu Xinglie gradually sank With a look on his face, he added, "Of course, the consultation fee will be charged separately according to the length of the consultation."

Fu Xinglie: "..."

*
Fu's house, another courtyard

Fu Xinglie sat in the study room, with his feet on the edge of the table, his hands on the armrests, and his chin. He buried himself in the blackness, and his eyes shining with purple light shone brightly in the darkness. For a long time, He looked down at the palm, and there was a strand of hair tied with a red string in the open palm.

"Xiao Xi, do you still hate me?" The voice was ghostly and full of sadness.

After a long time, he sighed, "Maybe, you don't even want to hate, because you don't love anymore..."

After all, it was he who did the first thing that made her sorry.

"Sometimes, I'd rather you still hate me, at least it proves that you still love me, but you don't even have any hatred, so how can I get you back?" Fu Xinglie smiled wryly, "Sometimes I envy you Leng Xiao is also very jealous of him, why can he have a beautiful wife in his arms and children around his knees, but I have to be alone."

A beep interrupted his thoughts.

Fu Xinglie pressed the phone button, "What's the matter?"

"Master wants to see you, sir."

"People!" Fu Xinglie squinted his eyes. This brat didn't know what he was going to ask for from him. Every time he came back from Leng's house, he had something to ask for himself, but it was also because of this that he got close to him. Quite a lot.

"Outside your study!"

"Let him in." Fu Xinglie smiled, brat, the speed is quite fast.

He hid the strand of hair in the inner pocket of his coat, then leisurely raised one leg and put it on the other, looking at the door with a sharp look in his lazy eyes.

He wants to see what the kid's intentions are this time.

The door opened, and Fu Xiangyu's handsome body appeared at the door.

As soon as Fu Xiangyu looked up, he saw his father's purple eyes shining brightly in the dark night. He lowered his eyes subconsciously. For some reason, he always had an inexplicable disgust and awe towards his father, and the mutual entanglement of disgust and awe It became his current rebellion.

My mother's death was actually related to my father's. In fact, my mother already knew about some things about my father's outside life, but my mother kept silent until the kidnapping incident happened, which caused my mother's heart attack. .

Rather than saying that the kidnapping caused the mother's old illness and caused the mother's unfortunate death, it is better to say that the father made the mother disheartened, and she would rather die peacefully than face her father's betrayal.

Although afterwards, my father was in pain because of this, and my aunts told me again and again that the reason why my father cheated was purely an accident and not my father's fault.

But he still felt that it was his father who killed his mother. It wasn't until he got to know Uncle Leng's family that he truly experienced the warmth and happiness of a family.

Uncle Leng said that he also heard about his father back then. He told himself that everyone makes mistakes, the key lies in that person's attitude. If his father knew that he was wrong, Uncle Leng advised himself to try to forgive his father.

Sometimes resentment doesn't solve everything. Try to let go of the past so you can look to the future.

Uncle Leng pressed his heart and asked himself, do you still hate your father now?

He thought about it seriously for an answer, and he didn't hate it anymore.

Uncle Leng asked himself to have a good talk with his father.

So he did.

"Why, are you going to just stand at the door like this?" Fu Xinglie looked at his son who had inherited Xiaoxi's appearance and his own personality, with an imperceptible and loving smile on his lips.

Fu Xiangyu took a deep breath, "I want to talk to you." After speaking, he stepped in, and the door behind him closed slowly.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" The son never took the initiative to come to him. This was the first formal face-to-face conversation between father and son tonight.

Fu Xiangyu took a deep breath again, raised his head and looked at his father calmly, "I want to hear you tell a story..."

He circled this sentence dozens of times at the door, and finally managed to say it smoothly.

He never knew how to have a good conversation with his father, so he asked Xiao Su Qing for advice. She told herself that a good father would be willing to tell stories to his children, and her father was the best example.

So, he mustered up his courage tonight and hypocritically made this request.

With a bang, Fu Xinglie was so frightened by his son's words that he almost fell off the table. He looked at his son in astonishment, "What did you just say?"

Should he dig his ears, "I didn't hear clearly?"

Fu Xiangyu raised his head, curled his lips, and said with some embarrassment, "Little Su Qing's father always tells her stories. I said the stories my father told were more touching and vivid. She didn't believe it, so I told her I want you to tell me a story when I come back, so I don’t want to lose to her!”

Well, he admitted that these words were too hypocritical, but Xiao Suqing asked herself to say that, so he had no choice but to do so.

Fu Xinglie was a little dumbfounded, could his son be more cute.

"You came to me to talk about this?"

"I want to hear it, can you tell me about it?" Fu Xiangyu walked to the table, stood on tiptoe, reached out and grabbed the edge of the table, his eyes were full of hope.

It was rare for Fu Xinglie to see such a well-behaved son. He put down his legs, patted his side, and motioned him to come to his side.

"Tell me what story you want to hear?"

Fu Xiangyu obediently moved to his side, "Little Su Qing's daddy always tells her the story of her mommy and her daddy, so tell me the story of mommy and you too!"

Since Mommy passed away, Daddy never wanted anyone to mention anything about Mommy, he was afraid of hurting the scene.

Fu Xinglie's expression froze, and unconcealable pain welled up in his eyes, "Why do you want to hear this all of a sudden?"

"I want to hear, I want to know the past between you and Mommy, so that maybe I can understand your difficulties, and maybe I won't hate you so much."

Fu Xiangyu lowered his head as he spoke, this is what he said in his heart, I heard that Daddy was very kind to Mommy back then, very good.

It was the first time that Fu Xinglie could not refuse to see the expectation for himself from his son's eyes. He pursed his lips and smiled, "I fell in love with your mommy when I saw her. She is very beautiful and very beautiful. Beauty is like tulips blooming at night, revealing a hazy beauty in the moonlight, and those eyes are even more amazing..."

"Then?"

Fu Xinglie smiled and touched his son's fiery red hair, looked at him, his eyes became deep, "Actually, you and your mommy look very similar, very similar..."

*
When Su Qiaoqiao walked to the door wrapped in a bath towel, she found a new set of clothes on the floor. She bent down to pick it up, and stretched out her hands to caress the brand new clothes. The size and embroidery are all to her liking.

The size is a bit bigger this time because I am pregnant.

When she picked up the clothes, a note fell to the ground. She picked it up and looked at it. It said: Wife, put on new clothes. I will wait for you in the garden downstairs.

She laughed, Leng Xiao actually did a lot for herself silently, his care, his intentions are always there, before she deliberately ignored it, and deliberately avoided it.

Now, she only understood a little bit.

Dressed, she went downstairs and walked towards the garden.

The moment she stepped into the garden, lights suddenly lit up all around, with colorful tones and charming light.

Pleasant music rang slowly in his ears, and Leng Xiao was wearing a purple Confucian shirt embroidered with golden auspicious clouds. The handsome temperament in that suit made him look evil in his politeness.

Su Qiaoqiao is wearing a silver orthodox high-fork cheongsam, with purple peonies embroidered on the skirt. Her chestnut curly hair is tied into a flower-shaped bun, which further accentuates her elegant temperament.

Leng Xiao smiled and stretched out his hand, "Beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance a song?"

Su Qiaoqiao felt that this scene was very familiar, she couldn't help laughing, and put her hand on his, "Yes!"

With Leng Xiao's gentle movement, she fell into his arms. Following the slow rise of the song, the two slowly started on the dance floor.

"Do you like this song very much?" I remember that it was also the song "Lover" that he played last time.

(End of this chapter)