"Confident enough!" Su Jiaoniang patted Lu Wujiu, her fingers casually brushing against his ear.

The composed man's ears turned red in that instant.

He looked at Su Jiaoniang: "Are you playing with fire, or playing with me?"

"Guess!" Su Jiaoniang raised an eyebrow and turned to walk towards her room.

She can be just as agonizing and unsettling as people!

She hadn't slept or rested well before, thinking about how to deal with this person and how to handle this relationship.

She doesn't want to deal with it anymore.

She wanted to see him unable to sleep or eat properly; her every move made him unable to find peace.

Su Jiaoniang turned and left.

Lu Wujiu, who was standing still, sighed softly.

Guess?

There were only two answers, but each one made his heart flutter.

There is no peace.

Lu Futu stared at Lu Wujiu's back, his brows furrowing slightly as a bad premonition arose in his heart.

His mother rarely got this close to that man.

Now that you're taking the initiative and getting closer, could it be that you have some kind of idea?

What about his father?

Although he had long suspected and anticipated this, he suddenly became worried again when things suddenly came to this point.

Futu's hands and feet became disheveled.

Lu Wujiu turned around and reached out to adjust the posture of the Buddha statue.

There can be no slightest difference in martial arts training.

There was no mistake.

A small mistake now could cost you your life on the battlefield.

Although children may not necessarily go to the battlefield.

However, it's always better to prepare early. A man should use his pen to bring peace to the world and his horse to conquer it.

Lu Futu suppressed his thoughts and began to focus on his practice.

In his dream, he was powerful and invincible, but in the end he still died, and died a terrible death. As for how he died, he could only feel a suffocating, tearing sensation in the dream.

He could clearly see the images, but every time he dreamed, he could feel that he didn't want to see them.

I clearly wanted to see it.

A strange sense of unease.

Lu Futu stood upright, while the little girl, her hand bandaged, approached him and asked, "Brother, do you want some hot pot?"

"I don't want to eat." Futu shook his head; he had no interest in food.

He just wanted to know what his mother was thinking.

After finishing a set of boxing techniques, Futu washed himself clean, changed his clothes, and wrung out his hair.

He knocked on Su Jiaoniang's door. Su Jiaoniang turned around and met Xiao Futu's gaze, her eyes filled with even more pity.

"Come and sit down." Su Jiaoniang patted the seat next to her.

Futu sat down, his body still carrying the faint fragrance of a recent bath.

Staring at Futu's hair, Su Jiaoniang took out scissors, intending to cut off the withered and yellow section.

Futu didn't stop her; the remaining hair could still be combed, so what if a section was missing? Having one's mother personally trim one's hair was a blessing; those without mothers never had the chance to enjoy such treatment.

Fu Tu asked, "Mother, have you thought it through? Do you want to be with Mr. Gu?"

"You're not happy?" Su Jiaoniang raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with a variety of emotions.

Even someone as shrewd as Buddha couldn't understand it.

“I’m not unhappy, I just want to know what Mother thinks,” Futu said truthfully.

If Mr. Gu is chosen, he will respect Mr. Gu, after all, he is the person chosen by his mother.

"Choice? There is no choice. It's just a matter of giving back a little. If feelings come, Mother will not refuse or resist. But before they come, you still have to plan for yourself."

Su Jiaoniang said.

Futu felt he understood, yet also felt he didn't. Did he not have any affection or fondness for Mr. Gu? Then what about his actions just now? He couldn't understand.

Forget it, let him just be a cute kid!

“Mother, I need to go to the county town tomorrow,” Fu Tu said.

Su Jiaoniang nodded: "Go ahead! Let Guo Shu accompany you."

“!” Fu Tu nodded.

As he stepped out of the room, he met Mr. Gu's gaze, a gaze that seemed somewhat familiar.

Fu Tu looked at Lu Wujiu again, approaching step by step, and poked his chest with his hand: "I heard you can build a kang (heated brick bed)?"

"You want it too?" Lu Wujiu asked in return.

Fu Tu nodded. Who likes a cold and cozy room? He was happy to live a loving life in the village, but that didn't mean he liked suffering.

Look up at the stars in the sky.

"I'll have someone prepare it for you tomorrow," Lu Wujiu said, looking at Futu.

Futu nodded.

He returned to his room.

She reached out and touched the tip of her ear, her thoughts lingering on her moist lips and fair face, her breath quickening for a moment.

I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, longing for him day and night.

Early the next morning.

Lu Wujiu walked out of the room, his gaze falling on the window where Su Jiaoniang was.

She woke up and was still combing her hair. Facing the window, she let her long black hair down, ran the comb through the strands, grabbed it with one hand, and twirled the hairpin a few times until her long hair was neatly arranged.

A smile appeared on Lu Wujiu's lips.

Even if you do nothing all day, just looking at her is pleasing to the eye.

Feelings are indeed a strange thing.

It can make people so unable to control themselves.

After having breakfast, Fu Tu headed towards the county town early.

With the Chinese New Year approaching, he needed to make arrangements for Chang Dali and the others.

Chang Dali will be a year older after the year ends. If we want him to be successful, we can't let him stay in the small courtyard forever.

Let's discuss Chang Dali's enlistment.

Also, the profits from the Little Black Pills need to be tallied up at the end of the year.

Fu Tu headed towards the county town.

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