"Then I'll be your boyfriend."

Yan Flood's vertigo was at the height of his eight-year-old. For this vertigo, Fu Chengshu also took him abroad and visited famous doctors, but the results of the examination all said that there was no problem with the apparatus, and it was most likely psychological reasons. There may be some psychological trauma or shadow caused by childhood.

The disease can only be prevented with physical therapy.

Every time Fu Chengshu had a vertigo attack in Yan Xun, he was very distressed and would give him a foot massage. As Yan Xun grew year by year, vertigo also occurred less and less. Moreover, he was no longer the weak child of the eight-year-old, and Fu Chengshu was no longer doing it himself.

Once back, Fu Chengshu asked Zhao to find out the massage bucket.

Zhao Lai became nervous, "Flood, what are you doing with vertigo again?" 

"No, I just want the book to press my feet." Yan Xun said with the corners of his mouth cocked.

Zhao Lai looked helpless and whispered, "Cheng Shu is tired after a busy day outside, you let people rest, I will find you a professional masseuse."

Yan Xun also whispered, "I'll let him press for a while."

Of course, he knew that Fu Chengshu was busy and tired outside. It's just that he just wants to treat his husband today in the name of massage. Yan Xun's small face was a little hot, and she quietly glanced at Fu Chengshu.

Still handsome!

Fu Chengshu's figure stood on the terrace, but there was already a massage bucket with hot water next to the sofa. Yan Xun walked over and put his foot into the massage bucket.

After waiting for Yan Xun to soak in the water for ten minutes, Fu Chengshu walked in from outside the terrace, took a round stool, and sat down in front of Yan Xun.

"Enough time to soak." Fu Shenshu said this, it seems that although people are on the terrace, they still remember Yan Xun's side in their hearts.

"Hmm." Yan Xun lifted his foot from the bucket and stretched his foot out to Fu Chengshu's heel.

The toes were still wet, wet, and pitiful and lovely.

Yan Xun was a little embarrassed, this thought was not too obvious.

He secretly glanced at Fu Chengshu again.

Fu Chengshu picked up the towel that Zhao had prepared to put in the bamboo basket, grasped Yan Xun's ankles, wiped them clean for him one by one, and then put them on his thighs, grabbed one of his feet, pressed it lightly and appropriately with his thumb against the center of Yan Xun's foot.

Fu Chengshu acted seriously and had no distractions.

If he really had an idea, he also thought of Yan Xun's childhood.

Yan Xunwu's slippery eyes blinked. Surprised and disappointed.

No, it's just a matter of pressing the foot.

Although before it was he himself who kept rejecting Fu Chengshu.

"Lighten up, it's itchy." Yan Xun held his breath and said this line that should have been provocative.

"I've never itched my foot before." Fu Chengshu asked. But he still avoided Yan Xun's foot and squeezed the soles of his feet.

"Is it itchy here?" Fu Chengshu asked.

"Hmm." Yan Xun puffed up his small face and said in his heart: Husband, it is not an itch in the foot, it is an itch in the heart.

It's just that Fu Chengshu habitually rejected yan xun, and at the moment he was worried about his vertigo, and he actually didn't accept the signal of this baby bag at all.

The big hand squeezed yan xun's thin ankle twice and moved it to the instep, "What about here?" 

"Who has itch here, and it's not a shy grass, and the whole body is sensitive." Yan Xun said angrily.

Fu Chengshu raised his eyes, how he felt that Yan Xun seemed to be a little angry.

This pampered bag muttered, not only was his face red with anger, but he also carried his collar with his hand and fanned the wind, as if he was giving himself a good breath.

Fu Chengshu could see his snow-white skin and thin collarbone from Yan Xun's large open collar.

"How come I'm thin again, is it that the food there is not appetizing?" After that, I asked Zhao Lai to prepare food for you every day and send it to the crew. Fu Chengshu pulled the collar for Yan Xun.

Yan Xun put down his hand and said in a gamble, "I'm sleepy, I don't rub it." 

"Am I uncomfortable pressing?" Fu Chengshu asked patiently.

"Nothing." Yan Xun's face was unhappy.

Fu Chengshu's eyes stopped on Yan Xun's face for three seconds. He really couldn't imagine where he had offended this little ancestor and made him angry. Obviously, he was quite happy before.

He guessed that it might be because he hadn't served this little ancestor like this in the past few years, and the technique was wrong, which made him unhappy?

"I'll take more time to rub your feet later." Fu Chengshu scraped Yan Xun's nose.

Yan Xun felt that every mouthful of old blood would be squirted out.

Fu Chengshu conscientiously wiped yan xun's feet and little feet clean before picking him up and putting him on the bed. Pulled him a blanket again.

"You go to sleep first, and I'll take care of something."

Fu Chengshu said and kissed Yan Xun on the forehead.

Then straighten up, pull open the bedroom door, and close it gently.

Yan Xun sat up.

That's it? In the face of such an obvious attack on his own, Fu Chengshu was like an old father, kissing his forehead?

Before, he was still very happy because Fu Chengshu did not force himself, but at this moment he was thinking, he was like this, Fu Chengshu was still sitting in a mess, was he not interested in himself? His husband is a flesh-and-blood man, a man in his prime.

Could it be that Fu Chengshu has regarded himself as a child since he was a child, so his habits have not been corrected now?

The moment Fu Chengshu grabbed his foot just now, Yan Xun clearly saw a hint of love on Fu Chengshu's face.

Yan Xun let out a sigh and jumped off the bed. Run to the large mirror in the cloakroom.

Messy hair, red cheeks, and bright eyes, indeed... Immature.

Freshness is enough, but beauty is not at all.

Yan Xun took off his pajamas and looked at his figure again.

Although some of them were thin, their skin was white and tender, and they were slippery, as if they had been soaked in milk.

Yan Xun touched his own bones with his index finger, calmed his small face, and remembered his love history.

.......

When I was a child, Fu Chengshu was a mountain of his own. Yan Xun felt that he was small, and no matter when, Fu Chengshu would stand behind him and rely on himself.

Gradually, when he grew up and reached adolescence, Yan Xun felt that this man who looked like a father and a brother was just good to himselfIf you treat yourself as a child's favorite, you can no longer meet your own needs.

The earliest confession was when Yan Xun was fifteen years old. He saw a scandal between Fu Chengshu and another person on his phone. In the picture, Fu Chengshu and a beautiful male artist play an umbrella together. The title is still a few words big: Fu Chengshu is suspected of having a love affair.

Then Yan Xun suddenly felt that he was particularly wronged, particularly pitiful.

When Fu Chengshu returned, he pointed angrily and pitifully at the person on the picture, "Is he your friend?"

Fu Chengshu replied, "No. "

Then how are you all together?"

"It's just the media writing nonsense, I don't know him well."

Later, Yan Xun thought about this paragraph a little bigger, knowing that it was the male artist who was rubbing the heat of Fu Cheng's book. Moreover, male artists do not seem to have appeared in the public eye since then.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" But he did not forgive.

"Nothing." Fu Chengshu also looked at Yan Xun, who was questioning him, with some interest, not knowing what was going on in this little guy's mind. But Yan Xun's next sentence shocked him to the spot.

"Then I'll be your boyfriend." Yan Xun said seriously.

At that time, Fu Chengshu looked at Yan Xun fiercely.

The Fu Chengshu, who had always been calm and calm, the wind was light and cloudless, and Tarzan collapsed in front of him without changing color, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, which stunned him.

"I'm serious." Yan Xun said.

"No." Fu Chengshu let out a long breath and said slowly.

"Why?" Fifteen-year-old Yan Xun's eyes are rare persistence.

"I'm not in love with T."

"I'm not a child." Yan Xun said grievously.

"In my eyes you are." Fu Chengshu said while calming his frightened heart.

"What is not a child?" Yan Xun's dark eyes stared stubbornly at Fu Chengshu.

"The legal age is 18 years old, which is after you graduate from the college entrance examination." Although Fu Chengshu was calm at that time, in fact, he was not lightly frightened.

But when I think about it later, it's actually easy to understand. The 15-year-old Yan Xun has reached puberty, and the people he is intimate with on a daily basis have almost no third person except himself. A restless heart can only be invested in oneself.

Since then, Fu Chengshu, who had been putting Yan Xun at home for a personal trainer, sent Yan Xun to school.

At the end of Yan Xun's college entrance examination, that is, a month ago, Fu Chengshu planned to give yan Xun a solemn congratulations in order to celebrate Yan Xun's upcoming 18th birthday. Fu Chengshu began to prepare while asking Yan Xun what gift he wanted.

"Is anything a gift?" 18-year-old Yan Xun added lips.

"Theoretically, as long as I can give." Fu Chengshu said with a smile.

"Then marry me." Yan Xun blurted out. The tone was playful and angry, and threatening.

Fu Chengshu held his breath and watched him for two minutes.

Only then did he ask him softly, "Are you telling the truth, or are you just gambling with me?"

Although Yan Xun has an ingredient in gambling, it is 100% true. He couldn't imagine who he could live with for the rest of his life besides Fu Chengshu.

Yan Xun nodded, "Really. Then he said, "I want to be with you all the time and don't want to see you with other people."

"Then we'll go get your permit on your birthday." Fu Chengshu said.

This time, the changing face flooded his eyes wide.

"So, before you do that, it's too late for you to regret it." Fu Chengshu said.

"I don't regret it." Yan Xun pounced on fu Chengshu's neck, "You are not allowed to regret it."

Fu Chengshu wrapped his arms around Yan Xun's waist and hooked his chin, and Fu Chengshu's lips gently landed on his lips.

Yan Xun felt like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. He couldn't remember how Fu Chengshu kissed, and when he came back, the whole person softened in Fu Chengshu's arms.

......

Yan Xun thought about it, and his face turned red.

I'm not a single arrow myself.

He had never seen it growing up, and Fu Chengshu had been as good to anyone as he had been to him.

Yan Xun picked and chose from the closet and changed into a pajama that was not too childish. I looked at my forehead hair that was pulled down like soft hair, and I felt that I was really a naïve beginner, oh no, high school student. He picked up the hair dryer and blew the front hair to either side.

Yan Xun pushed open Fu Chengshu's study. Fu Chengshu looked at him, "What, can't sleep?" Let me tell you bedtime stories?

 As soon as he said this, Yan Xun felt angry, "Don't mention when I was a child!"

 "Let me sort your files." Yan Xun said.

"You're going to get up early tomorrow, so go to bed."

"It's going to be done in a few days, and now it's just a make-up shot, and you don't need to go so early." In fact, Yan Xun has other arrangements for tomorrow.

He turned on another laptop and logged into the company's systems.

Unlike Fu Chengshu's own secretary, because he was afraid of making mistakes and delaying things, everything was reported to him, big and small. Yan Xun did not have these scruples. This was done for Fu Chengshu when Yan Xun was 16 years old. He would sort Fu Chengshu's documents into categories according to priority, pick out urgent and important documents first and give them to Fu Chengshu for review, and give him a slow ride on less important documents.

Sure enough, under Yan Xun's classification, Fu Chengshu took less than half an hour to review all the documents.

Then the two of them went back to the bedroom together, got into bed, and pulled up the quilt.

"Husband, we haven't slept together in a long time." Yan Xun was like a well-behaved kitten with its paws folded, attached to Fu Chengshu's ear.

Although the reason for not falling asleep with Yan Xun at the same time was actually not his own, at this moment Fu Chengshu's heart was soft and soft by Yan Xun, and he couldn't help but kiss him on the ear, "I will try to sleep with you in the future."

Yan Xun snorted heavily and slipped into Fu Chengshu's arms. Fu Chengshu wrapped one arm around Yan Xun's waist, and gently patted his back with his hand.

Fu Chengshu's large hand gently caressed his back, there was a pair of light pats, physically and mentally a little jumpy, he heard Yan Xun's even breathing.

I slept so fast. Fu Chengshu smiled bitterly.

Because Fu Chengshu not only ate breakfast with Yan Xun in the morning, but also kissed his forehead before leaving. This made Yan Xun still maintain a good mood until he sat in the car. Until he habitually opened his phone, went surfing the internet, and ate melons. The good mood was washed away by a half. 

Also because his first melon was eaten on himself.

"A certain two-word tycoon, a resource café, relying on the arrogant and lawless family, bullying the third-line little star." At the other party's adult ceremony cocktail party, he did not agree with each other and gave the other party a slap. Even the little star's father apologized to him. All the guests present were shocked. 

Turning another page, it was still the melon that slapped Liu Chen's mouth. In fact, Yan Xun has always been the object of marketing's keen reporting.

Because as long as there is his melon, there are more likes and more comments. Of course scolded him more.

"Can I understand this way, is this man a spoiled little bastard?"

"LS is right, but I have a sense of coolness."

"That's right, although I always say that they are married, but I kind of want to snort their CP."

The corners of Yan Xun's mouth couldn't help but up, bump it.

I guarantee our CP is the sweetest.

Now is not the time to think about it, though...

The car stopped in front of a hotel.