Chapter 1139 An old man who married twice and brought three treasures

They had colluded long ago, waiting for her to take the bait.

Ji Baoshu looked at Fu Nancheng and Su Ci, and then cast her gaze on Zhou Yao's face, "Zhou Yao, do you even treat me like this?"

Zhou Yao said, "Baoshu, you have disappointed us so much this time. You have resorted to any means to achieve your goals."

Ji Baoshu collapsed, "You all say this about me, then have you ever thought about why I am like this? It's all her, it's Su Ci. It was her appearance that took away Brother Fu and everything I had. I am jealous of her and hate her." !”

"That's enough!" Fu Nancheng interrupted Ji Baoshu in a deep voice, "I'll say it again, even without Ci Ci, I wouldn't be able to like you. What's more, I love Ci Ci, and I only love Ci Ci in this life."

Fu Nancheng took Su Ci's soft little hand, moved his fingers through it, and interlocked with hers tightly.

Seeing how intimate they were, Ji Baoshu burst into tears, turned around and ran away.

Ji Baoshu is gone.

Zhou Yao was very sad. He looked at Su Ci and said, "Su Ci, I apologize for my prejudice against you before."

Su Ci curled her lips and said, "I accept your apology."

Zhou Yao nodded and left.

Fu Nancheng and Su Ci held hands tightly, "Ci Ci, I really wronged you this time."

Su Ci raised her eyebrows, "It's good that you know that my sister will never let you off the hook next time you get into trouble."

Fu Nancheng quickly hugged her slender waist, "There won't be any more sister, because I already have you as my sister. Call me brother and listen."

"uncle."

Su Ci called him "uncle" again.

Fu Nancheng angrily kissed her cheek twice.

At this time Aunt Zhou and Sister-in-law came and brought all three babies over.

A few months have passed and the babies have grown up. The eldest and second treasures look like Fu Nancheng and will definitely be a handsome boy when they grow up. The third treasure is carved from pink and jade, and their beauty completely inherits that of Su Ci.

Fu Nancheng hugged Sanbao and urged, "Cici, the baby is hungry, feed the babies."

She really can't escape breastfeeding.

In the room, Su Ci was lying on the bed, letting the baby nurse in her arms, "Fu Nancheng, I feel like I'm at a loss by being with you."

Fu Nancheng looked at Dabao and Erbao, "Why did you lose?"

"You are so much older than me, you are a second-married man, and you have three babies. If I am with you, I will breastfeed your baby. Isn't it a loss to me?"

Fu Nancheng's tall and straight body came closer and said, "What's wrong with an old man who is married for the second time and has three treasures? He will hurt others."

"Why does it hurt?"

Fu Nancheng pressed on her, "Why do you think it hurts?"

Su Ci chuckled.

Little Sambo, who was sucking milk, raised his big black eyes and didn't understand why his father and mother were so playful.

"Stop making trouble Fu Nancheng." Su Ci pushed him away.

Fu Nancheng's son stopped looking and just lay on the bed holding Su Ci from behind.

Su Ci suddenly thought of a question, "Fu Nancheng, what kind of person is your ex-wife?"

Fu Nancheng paused.

Su Ci looked at him, "Don't want to say? Forget it if you don't want to say."

Fu Nancheng buried his handsome face in her neck, "She is synonymous with all good things. I love her very much, and the babies also love her very much."

It was obviously Su Ci who asked first, but she felt a little uncomfortable when she heard the answer.

His emotional intelligence is too low, so there is no need to answer so seriously, right?

"Then go find your ex-wife." Su Ci pushed him away hard.

Fu Nancheng held her in his arms forcefully, and whispered in her ears with a low voice, "My ex-wife is you."