Chapter 170 Your nephew is getting married, are you going or not?
Yan Sui cursed inwardly, then quickly put Tong Ling's matter out of her mind.
People who don't care aren't worth her time and energy.
Carrying two cans of fruit wine, Yan Sui headed straight for the courtyard house at the end of the village, which resembled a nursing home.
Thankfully, this place is big enough, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.
He ran into Zhang Junxiang on the way, and seeing the fruit wine in her hand, he started shouting without even asking what it was:
"If you have something good, why don't you give it to me first? Where are you planning to take it?"
Yan Sui: "...Do you know what I'm carrying? How is it something good?"
Zhang Junxiang choked and grunted.
"So what's that thing you're carrying?"
"I made the plum wine and strawberry wine myself."
Zhang Junxiang glared at him, "You still say you're not a good person!"
"You might not like it."
Zhang Junxiang reached out and took it, saying, "I'll take it back and try it, then I'll know."
Yan Sui hurriedly said, "The gift for you is still at home. If you really can't wait, you can come to my house to get it."
These two large jars of fruit wine are quite heavy, and she just wants to get them over there as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Junxiang followed slowly behind her, but this time he was not in a hurry to get the fruit wine.
Why are you following me?
The old man said matter-of-factly, "Can't I go over and take a look?"
Since the fruit wine isn't going anywhere, I might as well just borrow some from someone else.
He guessed right the moment he saw it; the fruit wine was definitely a gift for the Fu family.
There are many people living here in Fu Yansheng's area, so he just happened to come and join in the fun.
Qiao Dingbang, who had just returned from fishing, spotted Yan Sui and quickly went over to her.
"Girl, what good stuff have you brought us this time?"
Yan Sui showed him the fruit wine, saying, "This fruit wine has been soaking for several months. Please have a taste."
Qiao Dingbang reached out to take it, but then he saw Zhang Junxiang.
What are you doing here?
Zhang Junxiang: "You're a guest, how can you be so rude, old man?"
Yan Sui turned and went inside. The two of them would fight every few days, and she was used to it.
She placed the fruit wine in the yard, looked around, and didn't see the man.
Turning to look at Qujiang, Qujiang gestured towards the main house with his lip.
"There it is."
Yan Sui ignored the old men and women and went straight to the main house.
But since they had fruit wine, they probably wouldn't have time to talk to her.
If Fu Yansheng isn't working at the desk outside, then he must be in his room.
Yan Sui raised her hand to knock on the door, but suddenly stopped, grabbed the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
The man sat on the sofa by the window with his back to her, closing his eyes to rest.
Yan Sui curled her lips, secretly walked over, and covered his eyes from behind.
He was sitting here alone just now, completely devoid of any human presence; now he seems like a living person.
"Oh dear! Mr. Fu, you haven't seen me for so many days, don't you miss me at all?"
Fu Yansheng raised her eyes; her beautiful eyes were unfathomable, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Then, as soon as you open your mouth, the sour taste comes through.
"Don't you need to keep that pretty boy company?"
Yan Sui looked at him with a smile, "How sour! Are you jealous?"
Fu Yansheng turned her face away and looked out the window.
The main room's floor-to-ceiling windows are all one-way glass, so he can see outside, but people outside can't see him.
Yan Sui pursed her lips and cursed him inwardly as a silent jerk.
"You're ignoring me? Then I'll go back."
She turned to leave, but the man hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her back, and Yan Sui ended up sitting on his lap.
Even though she knew the people outside couldn't see, she still looked a little nervous, placing her hands on his chest and trying to push him away.
However, through the thin fabric of her clothes, Yan Sui could feel the strong, muscular muscles beneath her hands, and she suddenly couldn't move.
Not only did she not move away, she also subtly touched him downwards.
Unfortunately, this man always wore his shirts meticulously, buttoning them all the way up to his neck.
Otherwise, this angle would be perfect for her to enjoy the view.
Unfortunately, Yan Sui's restless hand was quickly grabbed by Fu Yansheng.
"Where should I touch?"
Yan Sui pouted, what a hypocrite.
"Then unbutton your shirt, and I'll just take a look, I won't touch it."
Fu Yansheng pinched the bridge of his nose, looking rather helpless.
Yan Sui snorted and twisted her waist to get up.
If you don't want to show it to me, fine.
Fu Yansheng pressed her down, his voice tense as he said, "Look."
But he simply couldn't bring himself to undress in front of Yan Sui.
Looking at him like this, Yan Sui suddenly felt as if she were forcing a good woman into prostitution.
She smiled and said, "Okay, close your eyes, and I'll untie it."
The moment Fu Yansheng closed his eyes, Yan Sui's bright eyes suddenly deepened.
The man sat upright, his imposing aura concealed, yet his noble and elegant demeanor remained undeniable.
Especially the black shirt, which made him look aloof and reserved, like an unattainable flower on a high mountain.
His eyes were beautiful, but somewhat cold; they always looked at people without any emotion.
Now, with his eyes closed, it's as if ice is melting.
Thick, long eyelashes cast a small shadow, extending beyond the high bridge of her nose to her perfectly thick red lips, the pursed curve revealing a hint of aloofness.
Yan Sui raised her hand, but it went towards his lips.
It's soft and looks natural and pretty, like you've applied lipstick.
Noticing the man's tense body, she smiled and pressed herself against him, gently biting his lower lip.
A soft touch came from her lips, and the man suddenly opened his eyes, grabbing the back of her head and taking the initiative.
At first, I thought it would be just a brief encounter, but he kissed me fiercely, like a sudden storm.
As their lips intertwined, the coolness of their lips ignited with heat, and his hand tightened, penetrating deeper.
Yan Sui's mind was a complete blank, and a tingling sensation spread from her tailbone, sweeping through her entire body.
She didn't know how long they kissed, but her breathing gradually became erratic.
She was startled when she heard a few light knocks on the window outside and quickly pushed Fu Yansheng away.
Looking at his lips again, the color became even more exquisite, glistening with a thin layer of moisture.
Yan Sui has no experience in matters of the heart, but she just can't control her mouth.
“Mr. Fu is quite the hidden talent.” She narrowed her eyes slightly, her words carrying a hint of threat: “Where did you train? Tell me the truth.”
Fu Yansheng raised his hand to support her round and delicate chin, and gently pressed his fingertips against her lips.
Perhaps because they had just been intimate, his voice was a little lower, like a clear spring tapping on the eardrums.
"It is my honor to satisfy Miss Yan on the first try."
Yan Sui placed her hands on his broad shoulders, leaned closer to him, and her eyes sparkled.
"first?"
Her gaze shifted downwards, eager to try.
"Then let's try again next time."
Why next time?
Yan Sui retorted, "Don't you know how many people live in this house?"
There were many people enjoying wine in the courtyard outside; thankfully, there was this glass window.
Yan Sui pushed him away and stood up, patting her flushed face.
If they don't get out soon, everyone will know what they're doing in there.
"Come on, try my strawberry wine. If we don't go out soon, it'll all be gone."
Yan Sui had just said it casually, but when she went outside, she was surprised to find that the jar of strawberry wine was almost gone.
She exclaimed in disbelief, "Even though it's fruit wine, you can't overindulge!"
Grandpa Fu glared and pointed at his old friends in the courtyard, who looked like bandits.
"It's all their fault! They drank all my wine!"
Zhang Junxiang is shameless. He has his own money, yet he still comes here to freeload!
Grandpa Fu angrily picked up the jar of plum wine and refused to give it to them again.
"All of you, go back home! Is this your home? Why are you refusing to leave?"
Qiao Dingbang said matter-of-factly, "We grew up together, we're like brothers, what's wrong with staying for a few days!"
Grandpa Fu was so angry that he pointed at him and cursed him for being shameless.
Are you staying for a few days?
Lin Junhong, the patriarch of the Lin family, stroked his white beard and pretended not to hear.
The old lady sitting next to him is his wife, Qian Runqiu. The two have been together for decades and always go everywhere together.
At this moment, the old lady was touching and looking around, but she wouldn't respond to what Old Master Fu was saying.
He just thought to himself that Old Fu was getting more and more stingy.
Seeing Yan Sui and Fu Yansheng come out, Qian Runqiu had even more complaints in his mind.
The older one is stingy, but the younger one is even more outrageous, with a whole repertoire of tricks to deceive young girls.
Qian Runqiu thought to herself that she couldn't let the young girl be tricked for nothing; she also had a single grandson at home.
He then casually asked, "Jianxing, your nephew is getting married, are you going?"
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