Chapter 91: Protect the elder or the younger
In the office, Fu Qichen was working very hard to show Fu Jun his management results during this period. Fu Jun stared at the photo of him and Song Yujia on the table, and checked his mobile phone from time to time, counting how long it would take before he could get off work.
Ever since Song Yujia got the job as a store clerk, he no longer had that sense of urgency about being late for work, but he would still go, just a little later, such as the day after exercising with Fu Zhun.
It was almost noon when Song Yujia slowly opened his eyes and touched his bloated belly. He cursed Fu Zhun in his heart. Although he was a little hungry, he was more reluctant to get out of bed. Anyway, Aunt Liu was out traveling and no one was urging him to get up and eat.
Lying on the bed playing with his phone, Jinzi downstairs suddenly screamed, and then fell silent again. Song Yujia thought that Jinzi's self-service feeding machine was broken, and was about to get up and go down to investigate, but when he heard no more screams, he lay down again.
"Beibei! Beibei!"
The calls came one after another, from small to large, gradually becoming clearer. Is Fu Zhun back?
Song Yujia's initial contempt for Fu Zhun's frequent absences from work has turned into a habit. She threw away her phone, lay on the bed and prepared to act weak, but Fu Zhun's voice was particularly tender today.
The eyes that were originally tightly closed suddenly opened, revealing a sense of vigilance. How could this voice that has not yet changed belong to Fu Jun?
Is there a thief in the house? It's just a thief. He was called so affectionately on purpose to make him relax his guard. Could he be some perverted murderer?
Song Yujia hurriedly took out her cell phone to send a message to Fu Zhun. Just after she typed two words, the door was opened. Looking at the person standing at the door, the scream that was on the tip of her tongue seemed to hit a wall and did not come out.
"Oh my god, I must not be awake yet!"
After saying that, Song Yujia immediately closed his eyes and prepared to go back to sleep. The person standing at the door also walked in cautiously at this time, looking at the person on the bed warily.
"Who are you? Why are you sleeping in my bed in my house? And you put dolls in my room. Where is Aunt Liu? Where is my baby?"
Song Yujia blinked twice, looked at the very, very familiar person in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and said hesitantly: "Beibei is here?"
"You are not Beibei, who are you? Why are you in my house?"
Faced with the impotent rage of the child in front of him, an idea suddenly occurred to Song Yujia's mind. Could this child who looked exactly like Fu Zhun be his illegitimate child?
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He picked up the phone again and sent a message to Fu Jun, "Come back soon."
"Little boy, what's your name? Is Fu Zhun your father?"
"I am Fu Zhun!"
Song Yujia squinted at him and said, "When a child tells a lie, his nose will grow longer."
"I'm not lying to you. Believe it or not, if you don't leave my house, I'm going to call the police."
To be honest, it's quite cute.
"How old are you?"
Little Fu Zhun stared at him expressionlessly. Suddenly, he saw the photo on the bedside table. He carefully took two steps forward, trying to take a closer look.
Song Yujia looked at him with a smile, picked up the photo and handed it to him, "Look, this is a photo of me and Fu Zhun, who was 31 years old."
Xiao Fujun took the photo cautiously. There were two men in it. One was sitting on the bed, and the other one looked very similar to him, but a little more mature.
Song Yujia felt that this might really be Fu Zhun, or it might be some kind of overlap of time and space, because he liked this child very much at first sight, and some of his expressions were the same as Fu Zhun's. When he first saw him, he thought Fu Zhun had secretly had hyaluronic acid injected.
"I got married to Master Fu-jun a year ago."
Little Fu Jun was very receptive and had just gotten out of the age of liking Armor Hero. The sudden "time travel" made him excited and he felt that he was the chosen one, destined to be extraordinary.
"You mean, I'll marry you in the future?"
"That's right! In the future, you will love me to death, clinging to me every day. You will cry if you can't see me. You are very clingy."
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"How could I cry!"
Song Yujia got out of bed with a smile, and stood in front of him. Her expression froze for a moment. Such a young child was actually almost the same size as herself, just a little shorter. His nutrition must be too good.
He couldn't control his claws and stroked his head.
"How old are you?"
“13.”
"Call me brother."
Xiao Fuzhun rejected him silently. His stomach suddenly growled. "I'm hungry. Where's my future wife, Aunt Liu?"
"Aunt Liu went traveling."
Seeing little Fu Jun pursed his lips, Song Yujia was filled with maternal love. She ignored his strange name and immediately went to cook for him.
Little Fu Jun was in a good mood as he watched the people busy in the kitchen. He thought his future self would have good taste, and his future wife would also have curly hair, just like his baby, so cute!
Thinking of his baby, Xiao Fujun felt that it was normal that he didn't find him just now, and he must have taken him to work.
"Future wife, do you know where my baby is?"
Song Yujia thinks she can crush ten eggs with her bare hands. How old is she and she already has a baby. Is she a stand-in?
"Who is your Beibei?"
"A curly-haired golden bear. I went out for training and gave him lots of food. Do you know how he is now? Did my future self take him to work?"
Song Yujia was stunned for a moment, recalling what Aunt Liu had told him, that the little mouse was starved to death by Fu Zhun after he gave it lots of food during a training session. Looking at the little boy in front of him with bright eyes, he suddenly couldn't bear to say it out loud.
"Well, Master will be back soon, why don't we ask him?"
"OK."
If you kill yourself, you should ask yourself!
Song Yujia wanted to show off his cooking skills, but he hadn't cooked for a long time. Suddenly he remembered one of his most famous dishes and decided to cook it for little Fu Zhun. So he took out two bags of instant noodles from the corner of the cabinet. Fu Zhun didn't let him eat these, so he hid these behind Fu Zhun's back, and these were all the noodles left.
"I'll cook you a bag of instant noodles, okay?"
"Although I don't like eating such unhealthy things, but since you made it, I will try it reluctantly."
Little Fu Zhun looked at the instant noodles in Song Yujia's hand and swallowed twice. Song Yujia knew what was going on when he saw him like this. He guessed that he had never eaten it before, or he just tasted it and was not allowed to eat it.
He used his 100% cooking skills, and when he took the bowl to the restaurant, little Fu Jun was already sitting there waiting obediently. He was so cute that he wanted to hug him and take a few sips.
Little Fu Jun got to eat the instant noodles he had always dreamed of, and he felt even better about Song Yujia. As the two of them were eating, the door was opened.
Fu Zhun is back.
Da Fu Zhun received Song Yujia's message and smiled helplessly, thinking that his wife was too clingy to him. He was thinking about her after just being out for half a day. He could only sigh and pile all the documents on Fu Qichen's desk, then drove back home quickly.
Hearing Song Yujia calling him in the restaurant, he was about to teach him a lesson for eating so late today, but he saw the two of them eating noodles in harmony. The moment he saw Little Fu Zhun, Big Fu Zhun instantly became nervous.
Who deliberately dressed up as his childhood self to seduce his wife? His evil intentions are obvious!
Just as he was about to scold him, Song Yujia spoke first.
"Hubby! Come here, this is you when you were little, so cute, I want to kiss him until he cries."
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"Baby, what are you saying?"
Seeing Fu Zhun's face turn black in an instant, Song Yujia quickly covered her mouth. Although it was said that this guy was a jealous person, why was he even jealous of her own childhood?
“Sure.”
Little Fu Zhun slowly slurped the noodles on his fork and said to Song Yujia reservedly, "My future wife, I think you are very good. I like you very much. You even cook instant noodles for me. I can let you kiss me twice, but only twice."
"What a bummer!"
Seeing that Song Yujia really wanted to pout and move over, the master immediately broke through the defense, took a few big steps to Song Yujia's side and held him down, looking at the child opposite with an unfriendly look.
"You are such a scoundrel if you want to kiss someone else's wife when you are this old!"
"She is my future wife."
"What's the future? It's mine, not yours! Baby, kiss me!"
Fu Zhun and his wife were in a stalemate, and they just stared at Song Yujia, asking him to choose a relative. Song Yujia shrank his neck. How was this different from the question of "saving the older one or the younger one"?
I gritted my teeth and although the chance of kissing little Fu Zhun in the future was slim, I still had to give in to him!
Song Yujia pulled Fu Zhun's arm, asked him to bend down, and smacked him on the face with her lips pouting, "Hubby, don't be angry, he's still young."
Fu Zhun didn't care how old he was. He looked like a middle school student, so how could he be young? He looked at the other side with a show-off attitude, and his face was puffed up with anger.
Song Yujia felt like she was about to be overwhelmed by cuteness.
"Hey, where's my baby?"
As soon as little Fu Zhun asked this question, Song Yujia whispered in Fu Zhun's ear that little Fu Zhun had just returned from training. Fu Zhun snorted coldly, "He's dead. You fed him too much and he died."
"You're a liar!"
The cold voice rang in his ears. Little Fu Jun couldn't believe it, but seeing that he didn't seem to be lying to him, his eyes suddenly turned red and tears as big as beans fell down.
"Why are you crying? You are such an adult, why are you still crying? You should reflect on yourself."
Song Yujia punched Fu Jun, glared at him, stood up and walked to little Fu Jun to comfort him.
"Old...Little...Zhun, don't be sad, don't cry." Oh my God, he doesn't know how to comfort people, what is he saying?
“Wa ...
Little Fu Jun cried with his mouth open. Song Yujia was at a loss as to what to do and could only gently wipe his tears.
After crying for a while, I don’t know if it was because I was tired or embarrassed, I wiped my tears twice and said, “I want to go home to find Beibei.”
"How do you get back?"
"have no idea."
Little Fu Zhun pouted, his eyes were red and moist, he went to the living room, put on his schoolbag, and was about to go out, Song Yujia and Fu Zhun followed him.
As soon as Xiao Fuzhun opened the door, the scene outside was not their yard, but a black hole that kept spinning.
Song Yujia blinked, feeling that she might really be dreaming.
"My future wife, you are great. I will marry you in the future. Please wait for me."
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"Hurry up, you little bastard."
After seeing little Fu Zhun off, Song Yujia finally couldn't help but hugged Fu Zhun and started laughing.
"Honey, I didn't expect you to be so serious now. You were so cute when you were little, crying with your mouth open."
Fu Zhun was speechless, because he was indeed like this when he was a child. He only gradually matured after his brother left.
So what can we do to divert his attention now?
"You wanted to kiss him just now. You don't know who your husband is, right? And you're hiding instant noodles. I'll smack your butt later."
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"I was wrong, I was wrong, I said I was wrong!"
Ignoring Song Yujia's struggle, Fu Zhun took off his coat, tore off his tie, and carried Song Yujia upstairs.
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