Upstairs, room.
Yan Zhixu went into the bathroom to wash up, put on his home pajamas and dried his hair before laying down to rest.
The night was rich and quiet, and the people lying on the bed slept peacefully.
Suddenly, there were spiritual power fluctuations in the room, and then the figure of a man appeared in the room.
Fu Shimo was wearing a dark blue nightgown, the black hair on his head was slightly messy, and he was not wearing the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
He went to the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down, reaching out and hugging the person sleeping beside him.
"Ash."
A low murmur overflowed from his throat, and the voice was soft and melodious.
Fu Shimo didn't deliberately hide the spiritual power on his body. Yan Zhixu, who was leaning against his arms, frowned, and then slowly loosened it.
She let out a murmur, "Well...Master, Amo..."
After he finished speaking, he leaned his body into his arms, found a comfortable position, and slept with steady breathing.
"be good."
Fu Shimo stretched out his hand and patted her on the back lightly, input spiritual power into her hand, and passed it into her body, the warm spiritual power dispelled exhaustion.
The cold heart of the person in his arms was comforted, and his heart was full of warmth and love. He sighed contentedly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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the next day.
Yan Zhixu woke up from his sleep.
She opened her eyes, sleepy, raised her hand and yawned lazily.
Touching the bed with his hand, he noticed a residual warmth and a familiar smell in the air, and the sleepiness in Yan Zhixu's eyes dissipated.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepped on a pair of slippers and walked into the bathroom to wash.
After a short while, he changed his clothes, tied a high ponytail, went downstairs and sat on a chair in the dining room, waiting for Wang Ma to bring breakfast to the table.
Yan Zhixu's eyes swept away casually, and noticed that Yan Jinxiu, who was sitting opposite, had some bruises on his handsome face.
He asked, "What's wrong with your face?"
Suddenly, there was a sound in the quiet restaurant, and everyone's eyes fell on him in unison.
Yan Jinxiu clearly felt a warning in those eyes.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's nothing, I just fell down while walking last night."
Yan Zheng picked up the boiled water on the table and took a sip, "Be careful next time, a person this big will fall and be ashamed when they walk."
The words of reprimand were blurted out, and there was no falsehood in the righteousness on the elegant face.
If people who don't know the truth see this picture, I'm afraid they can't help but praise the father's kindness and filial piety.
Yan Jinxiu: "..."
Gee.
Dad, don't you feel guilty when you say this from your mouth? It's really thicker than the city wall.
Yan Zhixu raised his eyebrows, "Is that so."
He was keenly aware that the atmosphere between Yan Jinxiu and Yan Zheng was not quite right. Their eyes were facing each other, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
I knew in my heart that things might not be so simple, but I didn't continue to ask.
After waiting for a while, Wang Ma brought the breakfast to the table. Today's breakfast can be described as rich and varied, and the tempting fragrance permeates the belly of the person seduced by the air, constantly feeling hungry.
Nan Wenshu handed Yan Zhixu a serving of shredded chicken porridge, "Axu eat breakfast, leave him alone, it's normal for boys to get hurt and they're not too delicate."
This kid's skin is so itchy, how about a good beating?
Only by beating him can he establish his parents' prestige, so that next time he won't dare to use methods to compete for favor in front of Asu.
"Thank you mom, you can eat too."
Yan Zhixu took the shredded chicken porridge, picked up a porcelain spoon, and stuffed a mouthful of porridge into his mouth.
The sweetness of the rice and the melt-in-your-mouth shredded chicken fill the mouth, and the taste is extremely delicious.