One month off?

Fu Nan's eyes lit up and he asked in disbelief: "Really?"

Fu Tingbei nodded vigorously.

The father and son looked at each other affectionately, and suddenly the cold voice of a woman came from the driver's seat: "Safety belt."

Fu Nan looked back at his mother, and was a little reluctant to leave his father's arms.

Fu Tingbei was determined to chase his wife back, but how dare he disobey the woman's intentions at this moment. He immediately placed his son in the seat next to him and fastened the father and son's seat belts. It seemed that she was looking at him. Fu Tingbei raised his head. In the rearview mirror in the car in front, there was only the woman's face with a cold makeup, looking ahead.

Fu Tingbei wanted to look at it for a while, but his son next to him held his hand and spoke.

The primary school student's heart is more delicate than that of a woman, so Fu Tingbei had to coax his son first.

It took two or three hours to return to Jiang City from Qingshi County. Fu Nan was excited for a day and asked a lot with his father's big hand. Not long after, he began to feel sleepy. Fu Tingbei kissed his son's head and deliberately leaned to the left, letting his son's head rest against his arm to sleep.

Dad's arms were as thick as Uncle Zhou, and Fu Nan fell asleep with peace of mind.

Without the little boy's chatter, the BMW car became quiet, with only the sound of driving.

Fu Tingbei looked at the driver's seat, because she was sitting on the side because she was sitting on her son, so she could only see her fair side face. She was also wearing the white off-shoulder bridesmaid dress, and under her neat short hair, she was slender and snowy. Her white neck was a thin and shiny back. She held the steering wheel and held her arms in her hand, and there was a little exposed under her armpits...

Fu Tingbei couldn't help but think of those nights.

She looks like a man during the day, and is very woman at night, with thin waist and long legs, which can kill him.

"Have you seen enough?" Ling Xiao suddenly asked.

Fu Tingbei glanced at the rearview mirror and met her cold eyes. Before he could see more, she looked away and drove intently.

Fu Tingbei rolled in his throat, leaned back to the back of the chair, and whispered: "I haven't touched a woman for a year, I'm sorry."

Ling Xiao hummed in an unknown way.

This was considered a conversation. Fu Tingbei suddenly felt very sleepy. He glanced out of the car and closed his eyes and said, "I'll sleep for a while, call me."

Ling Xiao didn't look back. After about ten minutes, she looked away and saw his tired sleeping through the rearview mirror. The man's head was against the back of the chair, his chin raised, revealing a clear Adam's apple. There was a thin scar under the Adam's apple. It had not been seen when he divorced last year, so it must have been added when he was on the task.

Looking at the tanned and thin face, Ling Xiao slowed down his car.

The home is waiting for them, and there is no hurry to go back.

When she dragged her, the community that was about to arrive at 10 o'clock, the car slowly stopped downstairs after 11 o'clock.

Just the second when the car stopped, Fu Tingbei suddenly woke up, his eyes went from blur to clear. Looking at the familiar back of the woman in the driver's seat, Fu Tingbei couldn't tell whether this was a reality or a dream, and instinctively reached out to her: "Xiaoxiao..."

Ling Xiao didn't move, the car was pitch black, and he couldn't see her wet eyes.

But Fu Tingbei's hand finally didn't touch her. Because he was leaning on a baby on his left shoulder, he noticed the weight. Fu Tingbei lowered his head and looked at his son's sleeping little face. Fu Tingbei slowly remembered it. He came back and there was no poison around him anymore. One was the woman he had been thinking about day and night, and the other was the baby son she gave birth to him.

"Get out of the car." Ling Xiao untied his seat belt and said.

Fu Tingbei watched her get off the car, looked at her watch, and she actually slept for three hours.

The night wind blew over, and he became more energetic. He picked up his son, strode to catch up with her, and for some reason he was one step behind.

After all her thoughts were on her, she stepped into the elevator. Fu Tingbei realized that this was the big house they bought after marriage, not her own. So, was she living here? Should she wait with her son, or would she be kind enough to send him and her son back?

With all kinds of speculations, when the elevator arrived, Ling Xiao took the lead and walked out and opened the door.

The lights turned on, and nothing at home had changed. When she divorced, she only took away her personal clothes, and the house was still the layout before the divorce. Fu Tingbei carried his son to the second bedroom. When he passed by the bathroom, he secretly cried inside and found that her toiletries were placed inside. His heart suddenly became bright, and Fu Tingbei's heartbeats accelerated.

He helped his son take off his clothes and cover him with a quilt. Seeing that she was out, Fu Tingbei immediately followed.

Ling Xiao went directly into the master bedroom opposite, the familiar bedroom. She was wearing a bridesmaid dress, with slender waist and long legs, and her back was seductive.

Go, or not?

Fu Ting's north eyes were as dark as ink, and black fire was burning inside.

The woman ignored him, opened the wardrobe, took out her pajamas, and went to the bathroom inside.

Fu Tingbei stepped in and closed the door of the master bedroom.

He sat on the chair, and after three minutes, he sat on the bed again. After another three minutes, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, Fu Tingbei couldn't stand it anymore. He opened the drawer and saw that there were family planning supplies inside. Fu Tingbei pulled three of them down, one put his pants in his pocket, two pillows under the pillow, and circled around the room. He turned off the lights, then walked to the bathroom door, with his back against one wall.

My heart was beating, and the water was flowing, flowing, and stopped.

He heard her walk to the door and hear the sound of her wiping. In the darkness, Fu Tingbei could see her every move based on the sound. The towel wiped her slender neck and went down the road...

Fu Tingbei clenched his fists.

The "door" finally opened. Ling Xiao walked out while wiping his hair. As soon as he took a step, he was pulled over and pressed against the wall, like a wolf or a tiger.

"What does it mean?" Ling Xiao asked indifferently without resisting.

Fu Tingbei pressed her tightly, and his handsome face almost touched her wet and moist face: "What do you mean? Do you want to be my woman again?"

Ling Xiao's lips moved, but he covered his mouth before he opened his mouth. He covered his mouth hard, his voice was mute: "I don't care what you think. You appeared in front of me in the middle of the night. If you take the initiative to send it, don't blame me for being rude. I don't care whether you have a husband or not, if you enter my room, I am my person!"

She is his, and he has his son since high school. No one can take it away! The last time she was asked to leave was because he knew he had a task and was afraid that he would not be able to come back. But when she stepped out of this house, Fu Tingbei made up his mind that he must come back alive and chase her back alive!

The drug dealer almost wiped his neck. He took off the line in time for her. The drug dealer shot a gun at him. For her, he crawled out of the rain of bullets. He couldn't see her and he was unwilling to die!

"Xiaoxiao..." He called her hoarsely, tearing her silk pajamas with big hands, and didn't even have time to take off her top, put it on with one hand and went in hard.

Ling Xiao grabbed his shoulders and endured them despite his discomfort.

From the door to the bed, Fu Tingbei gave her all the hard thoughts he had been holding back for a year.

It hasn't been here for too long, and the ending is a bit quick, but unprecedentedly intense process is enough to make up for the lack of time.

Fu Tingbei lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with his breathing.

Ling Xiao lay on his left chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat greedily.

After a while, Fu Tingbei reached out and turned on the light, turned around and looked at her.

"I'm losing weight, what I think?" Fu Tingbei touched her with a dizzy face. His wife ate it and felt calm. The man came up with a ruffian and joked: "Did you find out after getting a divorce that no one is as strong as me?"

Ling Xiao looked at the man who was smiling on his head and felt a little helpless.

When he was in high school, he was quite innocent, blushed, and pretended to be serious in front of her. Later, he joined the police and school with Zhou Lin. Both of them transformed from a young man into a tall and burly man, one more shameless.

"Well, you are not as strong as you." Ling Xiao said with a smile.

But Fu Tingbei suddenly changed his face and looked at her dangerously with black eyes: "Are you really sleeping with him?"

Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, as if asking, so what?

Fu Tingbei's face was dark, but he couldn't control what had happened. He could only sleep hard and told her to know who the man is the most suitable for her!

With his big hand touched the pillow, Fu Tingbei knelt straight and was about to tear open the bag when he suddenly found that her flat belly, like white tofu, had a hideous scar!

Fu Tingbei panicked, touching her scar but not daring, his voice trembled: "How did you do it?"

Ling Xiao lay down openly and said with a smile: "He likes heavy tastes, I can't stand it, so I'll come back to find you."

Fu Tingbei didn't believe it, and finally touched her surgical scars and looked at her with a deep look: "Ling Xiao."

Calling her name is very, very serious. Ling Xiao sighed and pulled the person down. She hugged his head and said lightly: "I have a tumor and don't want to delay your business, so I'll go to Beijing by myself."

Fu Tingbei buried her shoulder, the man who was not afraid of death was wet at this moment.

What tumor? It must be very serious, otherwise she would not pretend to be cruel to divorce.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The man cried, leaned in her arms, and apologized over and over again. He did a drug control. What the police should do, he was worthy of the country and the police badge, but he was sorry to the women and son at home. He couldn't even be with her for such a big surgery.

"As for it?" Ling Xiao held up his face in disgust.

Fu Tingbei immediately lowered and refused to ask her to see.

Ling Xiao insisted on seeing it, Fu Tingbei suddenly jumped out of bed, turned off the lights as fast as possible, and then returned to her side.

Ling Xiao stopped teasing him and patted him on the shoulder gently.

"Next month, I will apply for a job transfer." After his emotions stabilized, Fu Tingbei held her hand and his voice was firm.

Ling Xiao fell cold: "Don't let me look down on you. You have your job, I have my career. I don't want to be a housewife for you, and I don't need you to give up police uniforms for me."

Fu Tingbei was silent.

Ling Xiao hugged his neck and took the initiative to kiss: "Lin Yue told Zhou Lin to let Zhou Lin do what he likes to do, and I think so to you."

What Fu Tingbei wanted to say was all in his throat. I don’t know how long it took, but he slowly touched her scar with another complicated mood: “Are you afraid at that time?”

Are you afraid?

Lying alone on a white hospital bed, the four most important men in life, father, brother, husband and son, are not around. She is not afraid of most of the time, but in the end, she is afraid that she will not be cured, afraid that her son will lose her mother early, and afraid that he will lose the woman waiting for him.

"Do you know what I fear the most?" Ling Xiao asked softly by hugging him.

Fu Tingbei was waiting quietly.

"I'm afraid you won't come back." Ling Xiao said with a smile.

Fu Tingbei said nothing and pulled her into his arms.

He will not die, and for her and his son, he will do everything he can to live.

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During Christmas, Zhou Lin and Lin Yue came to Fu's house to celebrate.
To be continued...