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The Dream of Sweet

Fu Chenhan thought he had heard it wrongly. This little girl... was comforting him?

He looked at her thin shoulders. He would break with just a slight fold, and he didn't know why he had the courage to say such things.

But in fact, when she heard her say this in a soft voice, Fu Chenhan's cold heart really felt a slight iron.

Fu Chenhan's eyes turned and suddenly had a very bad idea. His eyelashes drooped, and his face was a little fragile: "Since my parents passed away, I have never felt family affection."

They are all motherless children. Jiang Xiu understands Fu Chenhan's pain. She feels so distressed that she reaches out to hug Fu Chenhan's shoulder, pats his back, and says slowly: "Uncle, don't be sad, look, I'm with you now."

The old man leaned shamelessly in Jiang Xiuxiang's soft arms, looked up at her delicate curves, fair skin, and no expression on her face, but her voice was inexplicably a little aggrieved: "Will you always be with me?"

The honest child Jiang Xiu thought for a while and said, "Uncle, if we had no diseases, according to the normal average age, I would not have been with you all the time, because you would definitely die before me."

Fu Chenhan: "..."

He licked the back of his teeth and smiled: "Yes."

He suddenly turned over and pressed Jiang Xiu under himself: "Good baby, you coax your uncle, you are in a bad mood."

Jiang Xiu originally thought that he was doing such a move in the cemetery was too much. Now she was almost completely under her body by Fu Chenhan, which was really unconventional. However, after hearing Fu Chenhan's words, she immediately forgot about her posture and felt distressed when she looked at Fu Chenhan's eyes.

But Jiang Xiaoxiu didn't comfort her, so she could only hug Fu Chenhan's head without being very skillful and touch his hair: "Don't be sad, uncle."

I recalled how Lan Jinxi coaxed her when I was a child, and then kissed Fu Chenhan on the forehead, and his voice softly: "If you kiss me, you won't have any worries."

Fu Chenhan felt the warmth on his forehead, his eyes were slightly deeper, buried in Jiang Xiu's arms and laughed silently, and said slowly: "Uncle has so many worries, so it's not enough to kiss him."

Jiang Xiu was shocked: "How many kisses do you want?"

Fu Chenhan lazily: "Kiss."

Jiang Xiu: "..."

She was confused: "No, no need..."

I have never seen anyone who needs to kiss someone!

Fu Chenhan moved in her arms a few times and said hoarsely: "But I feel really uncomfortable..."

Thinking of Fu Chenhan losing his mother on the day many years ago, Jiang Xiu's heart softened. It was rare to see his fragile appearance. She shouldn't be too ruthless. She thought about it and still wrote a kiss on his lips and whispered: "Be good."

The girl's lips are soft and sweet, with the smell of orange fruit candy, showing a very beautiful rose color in the sprinkling sunlight, which looks very delicious.

Fu Chenhan narrowed his eyes and turned around. He held Jiang Xiu's back of the head, deepening the kiss. Jiang Xiaoxiu, who was deceived into the wolf's den, could only resist. However, for the big bad wolf, her little white rabbit was too weak. That little struggle was nothing at all, which made the little white rabbit panting and blurred eyes.

The big bad wolf licked the little white rabbit with satisfaction and smiled: "Did you secretly eat candy when you came? Why is it so sweet?"

Jiang Xiu's face was so blushed that it was so soft that she could only lean into Fu Chenhan's arms, her voice was still gasping: "Eat, I ate the orange smell..."

"Is there any more?" Fu Chenhan asked.

Jiang Xiu grabbed a handful of transparent cellophane packaging candies from his pocket, chose an orange one, and gave it to Fu Chenhan, but Fu Chenhan did not answer and said, "Pick it up and feed it to me."

Jiang Xiu: "..." Do you have no hands?!

Fu Chenhan frowned slightly, "Jiang Jiang, I feel uncomfortable..."

Jiang Xiu: "..."

She pouted her swollen lips and peeled off the candy and fed it to Fu Chenhan.

Fu Chenhan tasted a little sweetness on the tip of his tongue, which was a bit similar to that in Jiang Xiu's mouth, but it was not the same. He was not interested, "Why is the taste different?"

Jiang Xiu looked at the candy in his hand in confusion: "But they are all in the same bag..."

Fu Chenhan smiled: "Try it and see if it tastes different."

Jiang Xiu glared at him: "How can I taste it?...Well!"

Fu Chenhan grabbed her head and returned the candy back. He lingered shamelessly until the small fruit candy melted between the lips and teeth of the two people, Jiang Xiu was released and said without sincerity: "It turns out that the taste is the same, only the one in your mouth is the smell."

Jiang Xiu: "..."

Jiang Xiu lay on his shoulder, his whole body was soft and weak, and he was weak: "You... were you lying to me..."

"Lie to you?" Old Gou Fu felt that it was too interesting to pretend to be weak and made Jiang Xiu feel distressed. He refused to admit it easily, and covered his heart and said, "Is uncle such a person?"

Jiang Xiu: "..." I think you are.

But looking at Fu Chenhan's beautiful face and with a little aggrieved eyes, Jiang Xiu felt that she was too much. She just wanted a kiss and wanted a candy! How could she think so dirty!

Jiang Xiaoxiu reflected on himself and whispered: "I'm sorry, uncle, I shouldn't have missed you so much..."

Fu Chenhan was generous: "It's okay."

He held Jiang Xiu and stood up. The handful of candies that Jiang Xiu had originally grabbed out and pinched in his palm were sprinkled on the ground. The cellophane shone in the sun, like a beautiful dream. Wei Yu and Fu Mo in the dream finally came white and raised their eyebrows.

Fu Chenhan's eyes slowly fell on the tombstone next to him. There was a photo on it, which was a ID photo. The man was wearing a straight military uniform, and his eyes looked fierce and cruel, with a cold look on his hips.

Jiang Xiu was embarrassed to do such a thing for himself and Fu Chenhan in front of Wei Yu's tomb. He saw Fu Mo's photo and was stunned: "Uncle, you and your father... look like it."

Just talking about appearance, Fu Chenhan and Fu Mo are not similar. Instead, Fu Yishu and him are carved from the same mold. Fu Chenhan's appearance is inherited from Wei Yu. But at this moment, Jiang Xiu looked at the photo on the tombstone and felt that Fu Chenhan was the one who looked more like Fu Mo, like a lone wolf, with full ambitions.

Fu Chenhan held Jiang Xiu's shoulder with one hand and looked down at his father's tombstone with condescending hands: "Is that right?"
Chapter completed!