The Villain is Born with a Sweet Tooth

    Meet at a restaurant.

    It was the first time that the mother and son met in such a formal manner.

    After figuring out some things, Zheng Qiuyi no longer had the coldness and sharpness of the past when facing Tang Zhou.

    She scrutinized her son who was close at hand.

    She looked for a long time before she looked away, picked up her chopsticks and said, "Let's eat first, the dishes are getting cold."

    Although Tang Zhou felt awkward, he didn't feel uncomfortable with his stomach. He picked the dishes he liked and ate it slowly.

    He never makes a sound when he eats, and his etiquette is engraved in his bones.

    Zheng Qiuyi smiled secretly, feeling stunned. It is said outside that her son is arrogant and arrogant, how can he be well-behaved and cute?

    Tang Zhou actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but Zheng Qiuyi didn't say it, and he couldn't take the initiative to speak.

    The affair between him and Fu Shen is false, but others don't know. He was worried that Zheng Qiuyi had said something to Fu Shen that shouldn't be said. Although Fu Shen was able to bend and stretch, this matter was caused by him.

    Besides, it always feels weird that this kind of **** happens to me.

    A meal ended in the wild thoughts of mother and son.

    Zheng Qiuyi silently remembered the dishes in which Tang Zhou stretched his chopsticks more, and said seriously: "Do you really like him?"

    Tang Zhou raised his eyelashes, his light brown pupils were as clear as glass, but he was deeply impatient.

    "What did you tell him?"

    Zheng Qiuyi told the truth, "Let him leave you."

    Tang Zhou: "..." It's really such a **** plot at eight o'clock.

    Poor Fu Shen.

    "But he didn't agree," Zheng Qiuyi said again, "he is a little sincere to you."

    She could see that the boy named Fu Shen had a different look when he mentioned Tang Zhou.

    Of course, it is not ruled out that the other party has excellent acting skills.

    Tang Zhou almost laughed.

    Really? Fu Shen was only interested in his investment funds, where did he get his sincerity?

    He said blankly, "I hope you don't do these things in the future."

    Seeing his attitude, Zheng Qiuyi subconsciously flinched, but when he thought of his purpose today, he mustered up his courage and said, "I just want to ask, do you want the Tang family?"

    Tang Zhou was surprised.

    This mother, who has not had much presence in his more than 20 years of life, is now looking at himself with an almost tender look.

    It's an illusion, he thought.

    Even in the dream, when he had nothing to save the Tang family, all he got was Zheng Qiuyi's cold eyes.

    The feeling of being abandoned by all her relatives, Tang Zhou did not want to try it a second time.

    The grievances hidden in his heart turned into anger, and he said with a sting: "Since you have never cared about me, why ask more now?"

    The young man's eyes were slightly red, and the questioning tone sounded tough, but it made his heart sour.

    Zheng Qiuyi's heart was like a needle prick, and there was a lot of pain, and she almost burst into tears.

    While she hates the Tang family, how can she be better? How cruel was she to throw such a small child in that cold-blooded house?

    At this moment, Zheng Qiuyi really regretted it.

    She rubbed her eyes and said hoarsely: "If you want, I will fight for you; if you don't, I don't care."

    Tang Zhou heard the tiredness of the second half of her sentence, and was startled, "What do you mean?"

    Zheng Qiuyi smiled and changed the subject: "Do you only like boys?"

    Tang Zhou turned to look at the teacup.

    He didn't like it either for boys or girls, and he didn't know it, how could he answer it?

    But this look is the default in Zheng Qiuyi's eyes. After she figured everything out, she couldn't have any objection.

    If you are destined to marry someone you don't like, you might as well find someone you like for a lifetime.

    "If he can accompany you for a lifetime, it would not be bad." Zheng Qiuyi sighed slightly, "It's just that his temper is a bit overwhelming."

    I am rude to her elder, I am afraid that Tang Zhou will suffer.

    Tang Zhou: “…”

    Isn’t it oppressive? Fu Shen looks gentle and courteous on the surface, but he is stronger than anyone else in his bones, and he is preoccupied with everything.

    Why do you keep mentioning him?

    The figure in his mind was driven away, Tang Zhou got up and said: "Nothing else, I'll go back first."

    Zheng Qiuyi was in a hurry, "You haven't said whether you want the Tang family or not."

    Tang Zhou said coldly: "I will handle my affairs myself."

    After saying that, without giving Zheng Qiuyi a chance to speak, he strode out of the restaurant.

    Sit back in the car, Tang Zhou leaned back and sighed deeply.

    I want to smoke again.

    Just as she reached into the storage compartment, Fu Shen's words came to her mind, and she subconsciously retracted.

    He didn't understand, since he had let him go for so many years, why did he come to him now? Is it just because of the heir thing?

    But the soft light in Zheng Qiuyi's eyes and the gentleness of his tone did not seem to be fake, which did not match the image of his mother in his memory at all, but...has an unparalleled attraction.

    He keeps spurning himself, isn't it just a hypocritical concern? Don't need to care.

    It really doesn't matter.

    After sitting quietly in the quiet carriage for ten minutes, he regained his energy and drove back to his residence.

    As soon as I entered the door, the soft lighting of the living room came into view, and the cold heart suddenly filled with warmth.

    Fu Shen was sitting on the sofa dealing with affairs, when he heard the movement, he turned around, his amber eyes instantly filled with a smile, he got up and walked over, took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet, bent over and placed them in front of his feet, Ask: "Are you full?"

    The boy is tall and handsome, his eyebrows are dyed like thick ink, his eyes are dark and deep, and he is looking at a person intently at this time. The figure reflected in the pupils was staring blankly at the sandals on the ground without saying a word.

    Fu Shen noticed that he was in a bad mood, and said warmly, "What's wrong?"

    Tang Zhou put on his slippers and looked up at him. His eyes were a little red, and his voice was a little soft.

    "I want to smoke."

    Fu Shen raised his eyebrows: "...No."

    Tang Zhou took a breath and said dumbly, "I just want to smoke."

      come up.

    Since he was sensible, he has never cried. Even when he was extremely cold in his dream, he didn't cry.

    But now, he feels that his nose is sore and his throat is sore, and he can't control it at all, but he continues to hold back and wants to vent through smoking.

    Seeing that the light brown eyes were covered with mist, and then tried to retreat, Fu Shen's heart softened, mixed with a bit of bitterness.

    He held Tang Zhou by the wrist, took Tang Zhou to the sofa and sat down obediently, "It's better to smoke than drink."

    Tang Zhou looked up at him without blinking, "But I can't drink."

    Fu Shen smiled, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get two cans of beer, opened one and handed it to Tang Zhou, "Try it."

    The aggrieved young man hesitated to take it. Seeing that Fu Shen took the first sip, he also took a sip.

    The entrance was icy cold, but after a while, the body and face became hot.

    His alcohol intake is indeed light, but halfway through, people are already dizzy, staring at the person in front of him and asking, "Why are there two Fu Shen..."

    Fu Shen got up and gestured to take the wine in his hand, "You are drunk, stop drinking."

    "No!" Tang Zhou waved his hand unreasonably, "I want to drink!"

    Ton ton ton and a few mouthfuls.

      pick.

    Fu Shen clenched the soft paper tightly, his eyes focused and serene.

    "Did I bully you?"

    Tang Zhou stretched out his hand to cover his neck, tears rolling in his eyes, but he couldn't shed them.

    "You make me itchy."

    "You got something there, I'm helping you wipe it." Fu Shen said patiently.

    Tang Zhou stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head with a cold snort and stopped looking at him.

    "Okay, okay, it's my fault, it made you itchy, I'll make up for it, don't be angry." Fu Shen squatted in front of him, tugging at the corner of his clothes funny.

    Tang Zhou apologized when he saw him, of course he chose to forgive him, when he turned around, a glittering glint slipped from the corner of his eyes.

    He was stunned, wiped it gently with his fingertips, and whispered: "How could this be?"

    Fu Shen was about to comfort him, but saw the young man suddenly stand up and stagger into the bedroom. He was worried and quickly followed.

    As soon as I walked in, I froze in place.

    The wardrobe door was wide open, Tang Zhou sat on the bed with his back to him, holding a huge doll bear in his arms, motionless.

    Fu Shen stood at the door for a long time, until the faint sound of weeping came into his ears, and he suddenly recovered.

    The chest was so tight that it was almost painful, he walked up to Tang Zhou.

    The young man's entire face was buried in the doll bear's fur, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.

    Even crying, she refrained from making a sound, and her heart was soured.

    Fu Shen knew that he should have room to vent, but he was really worried that Tang Zhou would be suffocated to death by the doll bear, and whispered: "If you do this, the bear will be out of breath."

    The young man holding the bear gave a meal, slowly raised half of his face, his eyes were red from crying, and looked at Fu Shen pitifully, "Then what should I do?"

    "I won't."

    Tang Zhou had tears hanging on his eyelashes, puzzled.

    Fu Shen took the teddy bear away and took him into his arms.

    "I won't be out of breath."

    The warm and gentle atmosphere surrounded Tang Zhou, the man's embrace was like a shelter from the wind and rain, and his heart settled down at once.

    The author has something to say:  Update Chapter V at 0:00 on Thursday~ That is 12:00 tonight, thank you for your support all the time, and please continue to support Zhouzhou~

    Thank you Yan Yan for the rocket launchers, grenades and mines, thank you Gu Nuanqun and Mo Yu for the mines

    Joya was assassinated at a young age, and her mental strength gradually collapsed after taking the throne.

    Just when the Academy of Sciences diagnosed him with only one year of life, he bound a "Benevolence" system.

    The system says that as long as he completes the task diligently and accumulates enough points, he will be able to obtain a mental repair agent and continue his life.

    Joya agreed, but he didn't expect that the task was to make him "sweet words"!

    So—

    Duke of the Empire: Your Majesty, Marshal Renault is getting more and more prestige in the army, maybe one day he will lead that group of civilians to rebel!

    Joya's face was expressionless: Your Excellency, the amethyst on your cuff today is very beautiful.

    Duke of the Empire OS: Did His Majesty take a fancy to the amethyst veins in his territory? Uneasy.JPG

     Chancellor of the Exchequer: Your Majesty, because of the war and natural disasters, the treasury has shrunk a lot this year.

    Joya's face is expressionless: Your wife's shop is very popular, and your vision is worthy of recognition.

     Chancellor of the Exchequer OS: Is His Majesty accusing him of not working hard enough? No, he has to get up! Heart and soul.JPG

    The president of the Academy of Sciences blamed himself: Your Majesty, the mental power repair agent has not been researched!

    Joya is expressionless: your previous achievements can be recorded in history.

    Dean OS: Your Majesty is so kind! He must develop a potion that can save His Majesty! tears welling up.JPG

    Joya's face is distorted: Your Excellency Marshal, your physique looks particularly powerful and heroic today.

    Reno: ?

    Later.

    The Duke of the Empire sincerely offers all Amethyst veins;

    The Chancellor of the Exchequer humbly reported that the treasury reserves had doubled;

    The President of the Academy of Sciences has developed a primary mental repair agent;

    The Imperial Marshal showed off his strong physique without reservation.

    Joya shook hands and wrote the next diary: On the pros and cons of sweet mouth.