Chapter 89: Speak Properly

  Luwa's words had finally lifted Su Ying's gloomy mood, and the old master in front of her was still talking enthusiastically, but who knew what he thought about that tearful peach blossom?

  For the past month, Su Ying has been thinking a lot. Without the shackles given to her by the system, she can't just go on living in a daze. Not to mention Lu Wa, even Fu Er is not hers, and strictly speaking, that child isn't hers either, even if this body isn't originally hers.

  This month, Su Ying has been entangled in this causal cycle. Although she never believed in these things, her attitude towards Fu'er was complicated, but it was much better than that towards Lu Wa. This month was truly a tragic history for Lu Wa, little white vegetable, buried in the ground and turned yellow.

  After being entangled for so long, Su Ying still came out of the horned corner, and the conclusion she drew was: this 'Su's' pot she still had to continue to carry on, no matter what she said she still made a profit, although the process was not so satisfactory.

  Su Ying lay on the couch drowsily, when Lu Hui smiled and lifted the curtain to say: "The master has arrived."

  It's finally here.

  Su Ying was depressed, thinking that she still hadn't figured out the right attitude to deal with this person. Wasn't he supposed to be continuing his business? How did he come back so quickly, and why did he rush to send him here in such a hurry?

  Fu Yiyang had just entered the house, bringing with him a whole room's worth of alcohol fumes. Yongping supported him as he stumbled in, his footsteps unsteady, his eyes bleary and unfocused, clearly drunk to a considerable degree.

  "Old master, please slow down..." Yongping carefully supported Fu Yeyang, who was drunk and especially heavy. Yongping's face turned red with anxiety, afraid of accidentally dropping this gentleman, but as soon as Fu Yeyang caught sight of Su Ying standing not far away, he immediately pushed Yongping aside, waving his hand and saying: "Don't help me, I can walk myself."

  Fu Yiyang finally stood still, swaying slightly. Su Ying couldn't help but think of the last time he got drunk. At that time, he was still relatively subdued when he got drunk, only revealing his love for sweets, which he normally hid to maintain his dignity, and even recited a poem in a poetic frenzy.

  But this time?

  Yongping Liuluo fought a thousand, bitter laughter said: "Master is in high spirits today and drank a few more cups. I couldn't persuade him no matter how hard I tried. This is the first time I've seen Master so happy."

  Old Master Fu drank a few more cups and swayed his arms as he was about to pounce on Su Ying, "I'm happy, I'm happy."

  Yongping's eyeballs were about to fall off, and before they did, he slipped away: "Master will rest tomorrow. I won't come to bother you again, I'm taking my leave."

  Aloe and mint retreat outward in harmony with each other's eyes, nose, and heart.

  Su Ying now felt that they were too clever, at least they could be a buffer in the house.

  It's all over now. Su Ying had no choice but to take matters into her own hands. She was forced to do so, as Fu Da Hou Ye pounced on her with his sharp teeth and claws, Su Ying tried to retreat with her feet, but her arm was caught by someone's iron-like big hand, her small wrist couldn't compete with the large hand, the overwhelming wine fumes almost made Su Ying dizzy. Under the double attack, Su Ying had no choice but to surrender.

  With a poker face, he dragged Fu Yiyang to the bed, but unexpectedly, the old master stood still like a green pine tree, biting his teeth and refusing to relax, no matter how hard he pulled and pulled, he was stuck with Su Ying's arm.

  Su Ying gritted her teeth, her anger rising. Can't you just let go of my arm? Although Su Ying's body had recovered, she was no match for Fu Ye Yang's strength, which came from years of martial arts training. Besides, she couldn't quite tell if he was really drunk or just pretending to be. Even if he was truly drunk, it was hard to say how intoxicated he actually was - like last time when he got drunk but still spoke clearly and didn't act recklessly.

  She took a deep breath, and it was just that her previous image had been maintained too well. With the addition of Su's excessive kindness in front, she couldn't make a 180-degree change to this kind image, especially in front of Fu Yeyang. This is where the tragedy lies. Now telling her not to pretend to be kind anymore, just be yourself, and let it all out!

  Su Ying slowly exhaled, patiently and gently saying: "Old master, it's getting late, you should rest. I'll help you to bed, or else your head will ache tomorrow." How she wished her own head would crack open!

  He moved!

  Fu Yiyang moved his neck, Su Ying seemed to hear the sound of "Ka Ka" when the machine started, and then he stared at him lowering his head, blinked a few times, as if finally seeing clearly who was in front of him, swung his arm, pulled both hands, and hugged Su Ying into his arms.

  Bang!

  Strong and powerful arms, a broad and warm chest, under the sudden attack, Su Ying's nose was in close contact with his chest at zero distance, and he continued to exert force, as if wanting to squeeze her into his own chest.

  Su Ying cried.

  She wanted to reach out and touch her nose to see if it was still intact, but the physiological pain brought tears that instantly blurred her vision. The tight grip of Fu Yeyang's arms left little room for struggle, and she pushed against his shoulders with all her might, trying to reject him.

  "Let go!" The voice squeezed out from between his teeth, damn it!

  It turns out that it's impossible to reason with a drunk person. Su Ying's hands were clamped down, and her waist was also lifted up by an iron arm cuff. Fu Yeyang's eyes were no longer profound and unfathomable, but somewhat scattered, and in the process of trying to focus, they still looked innocent, which was truly terrifying.

  The old man slightly lowered his head, and the scorching breath with a strong smell of alcohol sprayed onto her face. Su Ying's nose was still sore, and there were tears in her eyes, but through the misty veil, she could vaguely see the other person's movements, although not very clearly. However, even if she used her toes to think about it, she knew what he wanted to do.

  Although her waist and hands were tied up, her head could still move, and when the scorching breath came to the corner of her mouth, she skillfully dodged it...

  Calculation error.

  Su Ying felt that the corner of her mouth was definitely cracked, as for why she was so certain, damn it, the iron rust taste had already run into her mouth, don't think I'm a sick cat just because the tiger hasn't shown its might.

  Between the two options of "Iron Head" and "Luring Leg", Su Ying hesitated for a second before decisively choosing "Iron Head". Fu Yeyang, who had been insisting on not giving up an inch, took several steps back. One stumbled, one fell onto their buttocks, sitting on the carpet.

  "Ow......" Su Ying touched her mouth corner, it hurts so much, what kind of evil thing had she done?!

  Wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes from the pain in her nose, Su Ying glared at the 'culprit', who was still sitting on the ground with a silly expression, his eyes still holding a hint of innocence.

  Su Ying gritted her teeth. She wasn't going to fall for this, and sat down on the nearby imperial chair, seeing who could outlast whom.

  Su Ying had intended to let Fu Yeyang fend for himself, but in the end she was the one who compromised, using all her strength to drag the bewildered and disheveled old man onto the bed.

  She was so exhausted that she sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the old master Fan's full-fledged big master, thinking about it and getting angry again, thinking about the emotions she had been cheated by the system in the past year, and now her nose hurt, her lips also hurt, and her mood became even more violent.

  In addition, she estimated that Fu Yeyang was not lightly drunk, and the opportunity to be manipulated at will was rare. Su Ying coldly smiled. In a flash, she stripped him clean, pulled over the quilt and covered him from head to toe, and all tenderness went to hell.

  After a clean break, Su Ying took out another quilt from the closet and put it on the couch. She was not willing to run to the bed and be with someone.

  Su Ying touched the wound on her mouth with a hint of resentment. She then rummaged through the medicinal plaster again, but before she could apply it to her lips, she heard the slurred voice of the drunken master in bed: "Wife, my lady..."

  Su Ying's forehead veins jumped up happily, her hands shook. Accidentally touched the wound on her lips, it hurt so much that she was about to burst into tears. She bit her teeth and didn't make a sound.

  Fu Su, Ying Er...

  Su Ying was stunned, she really hadn't noticed that the Su family's name was actually the same as hers. Su Ying's thoughts were in turmoil, and suddenly everything seemed illusory. Even she herself couldn't make sense of it, the little bit of attachment she had felt for him earlier now seemed laughable in the face of this revelation, wasn't she also pretending from the very beginning? It was too selfish to expect others to be sincere with her.

  Su Ying sighed, turned around, and listened to his long, mournful cry, one after another, which was too piercing in the quiet night, especially with the repeated calls of "Ying'er, Ying'er".

  She walked to the bedside and saw that the quilt she had originally covered him with was still on his head, no wonder the sound was strange. Su Ying pulled down the quilt with a bit of annoyance, and the pair of eyes that suddenly appeared in the interplay of light and shadow were particularly bright and piercing, giving her a fright.

  Su Ying took a step back, looked into his eyes that didn't blink, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out her hand to wave it in front of him. Fortunately, his eyeballs were still moving.

  Su Ying was so amused by this idea that she was really annoyed, and muttered: "Fool."

  Who knew Fu Yiyang's ears were so sharp, repeating a sentence: "Stupid egg, hehe, stupid egg."

  The corner of her mouth twitched, and Su Ying just listened to him repeat it several times. Drunken people are indeed unreasonable, she'd better not bother with him anymore, lest he come up with more nonsense.

  Cover him with the quilt again, "Go back to sleep."

  The world spun around, and when Su Ying came back to her senses, she was already lying on the bed, with a hot and heavy body pressing down on her. The force of it made Su Ying grit her teeth in pain. Why did she always end up getting hurt in the end?

  "Ow, damn it!" Su Ying gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing towards the man pressing down on her. Just now, she had been caught off guard and pulled from the bedside to the bed in an instant. Could a drunk person really have such skills?!

  "Does it hurt? Where does it hurt?" He said, and he really started to massage her. This guy was indeed good at finding the right spot, his hands first landed on the bulge in front of her chest, his hot and humid breath carried a hint of alcohol, his tone was unintentionally flirtatious, "Is it here?"

  Su Ying closed her mouth and didn't make a sound, what could she say? This person was probably really drunk, and not just a little bit, otherwise he wouldn't have done something like this, and still spoke in such a frivolous tone, even using the term "husband and wife" which they never used even when they were intimate.

  Su Ying was stunned, and those unscrupulous hands had already reached into her clothes to grope around. Not only that, but he also kept poking around, Su Ying didn't have the heart to do this at all, let alone that he was completely lawless, making Su Ying's chest hurt - originally soft and delicate, now swollen by an inch, his hand could hardly grasp it, yet he insisted on pinching the top, with no control over the force in his hands. This had stirred up a hornet's nest.

  Although there is a nanny, Su Ying has not taken any medicine to regain her milk since giving birth, and she personally feeds Fu'er. This bear cub is so powerful that every time he eats, he sucks very hard, and then Pei Yang pinches him hard, how can it not hurt?

  Adding insult to injury, adding pain to hurt. Seeing that even her belly was not spared, Su Ying got angry, anger rising from the bottom of her heart, both hands slapped onto Fu Ye's face, taking advantage of his unguarded and helpless moment, she expressionlessly flipped over and pinned him down, with his face still covered by her hands.

  Su Ying had long wanted to press this man under her body and trample him. She had used this female-on-top position once before, but it was interrupted at the beginning. It was a kind of romance back then, but now... hehe.

  Su Ying was riding on Fu Yi Yang's waist and abdomen like this. He had been stripped bare by Su Ying earlier. The bright light of the glass lamp shone through the curtains, and the interplay of light and shadow was enough for Su Ying to see his Adonis belt and solid abdominal muscles.

  Su Ying averted her gaze, slowly removing her hand from the old man's face. She saw that his previously dazed eyes had become deep and piercing, making Su Ying's heart skip a beat. Could it be that he was awakened by her movements? Her body stiffened, not daring to move again, while at the same time she could feel the warmth pressing against her buttocks.

  "Ying'er, I'm uncomfortable." How shameful of you, old master!

  Su Ying's mouth was stiff, unsure of what expression to make. Her hand was pulled over to rub the swollen area that hurt him, this kind of thing she had done before. But did he have to teach her step by step? And could it be faster to reduce the swelling.

  Su Ying kept pulling back and forth for nearly two hours, her hands were almost worn out, finally it came out, her hand was scalded...

  Su Ying was too lazy to move, so she was held in a warm and cozy embrace, her legs still pressed by someone's thick thighs. She turned over, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. Having just given birth, she had been entertaining guests nonstop, even finding a long-lost "sister" among them, which left her exhausted. In the evening, she still had to accompany the old master who was drunk and acting crazy. She wasn't made of iron, so she decided to wash up and go to bed instead.

  The next day, the old man woke up with a hangover and his head was still a bit dizzy. However, this dizziness was secondary to him, as he felt that his chin was also sore. What made him feel even more uncomfortable was that he was completely naked, while the madam in his arms was still wearing her undergarments. He rubbed his temples, but couldn't recall what had happened.

  Fu Yiyang didn't say to put on his clothes first, he just lay there with his eyes closed, thinking about yesterday's events. Yesterday was the full moon day of his eldest son, and although he didn't say it out loud, he was extremely happy in his heart, especially when facing those colleagues who had once boasted about their own children in front of him, and now they were all envious that he had twins at one birth.

  For this, others toast him and he doesn't refuse anyone, after all it's a happy occasion. Later on when the banquet gradually disperses, there are still several people who insist on pulling him to come again. At that time, he was drunk and dizzy, usually he is self-controlled, but his heart is happy, so he didn't refuse.

  It seemed like someone was still singing opera, listening to the powder head play, humming and humming, singing with a headache. Later on, it seemed like everyone had drunk too much, and he didn't know who had fallen under the table. He seemed to have called the butler over, sent people back, and then he was supported by Yongping as he returned. He vaguely remembered Yongping asking him where he was going.

  He was annoyed at that time and kicked Yongping, this kid usually looked very clever, but why did he become stupid when it came to the crucial moment? Where to go, of course, went to the main house, he saw his son, saw his wife.

  Then... then he saw his wife, standing there smiling at him, a smile that made his heart flutter. He... Fu Yiyang's head was dizzy, and just as he was thinking about the crucial moment, he heard the person in his arms hum a soft sound, and he couldn't help but lower his head to look, and with one glance, he saw Su Ying's scabbed mouth corner.

  He was stunned, wasn't this what he had bitten?

  Fu Yiyang felt a bit dazed and uncomfortable, wanting to clear his throat, but was afraid of waking up the person in his arms, so he had to hold back this discomfort.

  Take another look, and it's even more unbearable. At night, the old master made a fuss about giving Su Ying a massage on her chest lump. That wasn't some kind of lump, but rather soft and white lumps that naturally left marks from his rubbing. Not to mention he also went up and nibbled for a while, only then did he provoke Su Ying's anger.

  Before going to bed, Su Ying's belly was still hanging on her body, but after falling asleep, she rubbed and rubbed, and it didn't hang on. Fortunately, there was still some cover, but this cover made it more seductive, making Fu Yeyang, who had not tasted meat for several months, feel tight in his throat, breathe heavily, stare straight at that place, his eyes turn red, and the sun spot jumps up and down, becoming even more unbearable.

  Adding to the foul smell in his mouth, Fu Yeyang's face turned black, it was truly a world of ice and fire.

  He had made up his mind to cut through the chaos, and he carefully lifted the quilt, just as the bird that had been awake for a long time got out of bed. Seeing the clothes scattered all over the floor, Fu Yeyang rubbed his eyebrows, and without calling in the maids to serve him, he first found a pair of pants to put on.

  The stove in the room was burning with a dragon, even if he only wore his pants and his upper body was exposed, he wouldn't feel cold. Fu Yeyang thought of pouring himself some cool tea, but when he picked up the teapot, he found it was almost empty. He was about to scold the maid who was on duty yesterday for not doing her job well, but when he glanced aside, he saw a wet patch and a bundle of cloth beside it.

  Fu Yiyang's heart was filled with joy, and his face flushed. The more he couldn't remember, the more curious he became about what they had done yesterday. But when he found that his memories of yesterday were empty, he thought back to the first time they did it by hand...

  Coughing, Fu Yiyang put down his cup, the heat in his lower abdomen had not dissipated, but instead grew hotter.

  He turned around and met Su Ying's piercing gaze, but he actually averted his eyes first, making a fist with his hand and coughing once: "You're awake."

  Su Ying struggled out of the quilt, and with her movement, the two balls in front of her chest almost jumped out of her belly, so turbulent. Fu Yeyang's lower abdomen tightened, and his pants had already reacted, making it even more unbearable.

  It's been several months since Fu Yiyang last had a taste of meat, and after returning from Jiangnan, he was only touched and caressed, not even counting the fake phoenixes. Later, Su Ying sat for a month, watching her gradually regain her slender figure from her previous big belly shape. While others were severely injured after giving birth, she became more beautiful and plump, especially in front of her chest, which had increased by an inch. This first satisfied his eyes, and then brought up the fire in his heart, which lasted for a whole month.

  I shouldn't have drunk so much wine, I need to be more restrained in the future.

  Fu Yiyang's eyes met Su Ying's, and she could tell what he was thinking. She didn't blush, but raised an eyebrow with a hint of a smile: "Headache?" She whispered softly, reaching out to touch her mouth, seeing him rub his nose, wondering if he still remembered what happened after last night's hangover?

  "Yesterday was really exciting, so I had a few more drinks, can't count how many. You, why don't you apply some ointment?"

  Su Ying stretched and asked casually, "Don't you remember?"

  Fu Yiyang shifted his gaze back, staring intently as she tied her apron strings, his eyes sliding from her neck to her waist and then to her hips. Upon hearing her question, he averted his eyes, wondering if he had done anything else reckless. He also felt some regret, unable to recall what exactly happened yesterday.

  "Yesterday was my fault," he said, walking over and putting his arm around her shoulders, "does it hurt?"

  Su Ying originally still couldn't grasp how much he remembered, but looking at it now, it seems like he has completely forgotten, what a pity. Those were all his darkest secrets, and for someone as proud and introverted as the old master, recalling them would definitely make him want to die from shame, unfortunately.

  Su Ying narrowed her eyes, leaned back against his chest and said: "This is my fault, I accidentally bumped into the corner of my mouth, how can I blame you?"

  The more you try to hide it, the more it will be exposed.

  She didn't even let Fu Yiyang speak, and she touched her nose again. "It's because I bumped my nose that I accidentally knocked against the corner of my mouth, and it still hurts a bit now." Without any cause or effect, and with some parts omitted in between, Fu Yiyang couldn't understand and felt even more uncomfortable. Then he heard her add: "I'm really not blaming you."

  The tone still had a spoiled meaning, Su Ying herself felt goosebumps when she heard it, but the man behind her thought crookedly, "Hiss" and sprayed out hot air, patted her buttocks twice: "Speak nicely."

  Fu Dalao reacted quickly, or rather his body was more honest than his mouth. After spanking, he still had some reluctance to rub a bit, "Is this learning to make fun of me? Ah? Yesterday I got drunk and made you unhappy?" He pushed forward again, his hand moved from his waist up, touched the ups and downs, and then stroked back: "Missing me?"

  Su Ying decided to kneel down for the old master, is she still drunk from last night?!