Right on Target: Chapter 31 Fuma

Su Heting twitched his hand subconsciously, and felt that he had overreacted. What's wrong with the boy grabbing his hand? It's not something shameful. He said frankly, "We are competing for arm strength!"

The hermit saw Su Heting lying on his side, dragging an arm wrapped in a rice dumpling, and was suspicious of Su Heting's answer. But in order not to look embarrassed, he nodded and followed Su Heting's words: "Okay, okay, take me one."

"No, there is no place." Su Heting sat up abruptly, "You don't sleep in the middle of the night—"

He knocked his forehead to the roof, made a loud "boom", and fell straight back into the bedding, the corners of his mouth twitching in pain.

The hermit said: "I won't go up, don't get excited!"

Su Heting saw Xie Zhenshu move from the corner of his eye, and quickly stopped him with his uninjured hand, and said forcefully, "I'm fine! I don't feel any pain!"

The lights below suddenly brightened.

Su Heting thought "it's over" and pulled up the quilt to cover his head without caring about the two of them. In the next second, a roar came from the living room: "Turn off the lights, no noise!"

The hermit wanted to run away, but it was too late. He heard the wooden floor of the living room being stepped on "clanking", and then the collar was grabbed by someone, and his body was lifted up directly.

"Hey!" the hermit begged for mercy, "Mom, I'm sorry! I'll go to bed right away!"

"It's too late!" Fu's mother bowed her head and knocked vigorously on the attic, "Su Heting, don't pretend to be asleep! Come down for me!"

Su Heting's cat's ears trembled, but he couldn't get away with the quilt.

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Fu's mother is 3.2 meters tall and wears a golden wig. Her real gender is male, but she doesn't like it, so she is only allowed to be called "Fu Ma". When Xing Tian wanted to centralize the management of stitchers, she performed a plastic surgery on herself and made a special trip here to settle down. Her back is full of machinery, and she can transform into a mechanical octopus when necessary, and usually does not need an assistant.

All stitchers with some experience in the black market have heard of Fuma's name. It is rumored that she is the most powerful doctor in the black market, but she has a weird temper, and she never cares about the money when performing surgery, only her mood. When she doesn't want to do it, no one can force her, her mechanical arms are all cannon barrels.

Fu Ma wore a new skirt today, and the hem of the skirt was dragging on the ground, and she was chased and beaten by a cat. She hugged the cat with one arm, coaxed it with a "tsk tsk tsk" in her mouth, and rubbed her face affectionately: "My little darling..."

There are three people sitting side by side on the sofa opposite, all of them are sitting in a well-behaved posture. Especially Su Heting, who didn't even shake his tail.

Fu's mother pinched the cat's pads, she had a hoarse voice, but her tone was very soft: "It's so cute, much cuter than your brother."

Su Heting, who was conceived, rolled his eyes and peeked at Xie Zhenshu. Seeing Xie Zhenshu's thoughtful face, he was frowning and staring at the cat in Fu's mother's arms, as if it was some kind of bomb.

Fu's mother sharply shouted: "You look at what other people are doing! If you have time to look at others, why not reflect on yourself."

Su Heting shuddered, and the cat's ears trembled again. He said, "I can't even look at it? I didn't do anything. Wait, why should I reflect?"

"Hands have been chopped off, is it ashamed?" Fu's mother hugged the cat and looked at Su Heting, her expression immediately became fierce, "Your wings are stiff, you can run around, and you can fight when you see people. I don't know yet. You are so brave, you want to provoke Wei Zhixin! Who is he? He is surrounded by desperadoes, who will kill if they give money. Hello, this time I was beheaded, and I will be beheaded next time !"

She spoke harshly and without mercy.

The hermit feels like sitting on pins and needles, wishing he could run away, regretting coming here. He glanced at Su Heting from the corner of his eye, but instead of Su Heting, he spotted the frowning Xie Zhenshu. He mouthed Xie Zhenshu: It's okay, she just has a sharp mouth.

Su Heting couldn't be good for a few minutes, when he heard this, his body tilted, and he collapsed on the sofa: "Okay, now you call Wei Zhixin over and ask him to cut off my head."

He wanted to save face outside, but he became a rascal when he entered No. 101, Broken Barrel Lane, because this was his earliest den.

Su Heting was seriously injured by the big explosion, and Xingtian's rescue team had limited capabilities, so they could only place survivors like them in the hospital where they survived. At that time, Su Heting lost an eye, couldn't stand up, couldn't remember things clearly, and wasted on the hospital bed waiting to die. It was Fu's mother who picked him up and performed a reconstructive operation on him.

There is a thirty-year age difference between the two, and they can barely be regarded as "mother and son", but their tempers are not compatible and they always quarrel. Su Heting stayed here not long before moving into Tongzilou. Fu's mother called him a white-eyed wolf and forbade him to come back. He seldom talked to Fu's mother, because Fu's mother would hang up when he called, and usually relied on Jiali to mediate and comfort both ends.

The hermit called himself "Second Brother", and tremblingly said: "Brother Xie is here today, don't make noise—"

"I don't dare to quarrel with him, he is invincible." Fu's mother patted the cat in her arms, and the cat jumped onto the table and stretched itself. She sat down, and the big chair specially designed for her creaked. She flicked her blond hair, with an elegant posture, and said to Xie Zhenshu, "Your name is Xie? You're welcome, treat this place as your own home."

Fu Ma is in her fifties, but she takes good care of her skin and has very shallow wrinkles around her eyes. There are muscles under her puff sleeves, not remodeled, but developed by her day after day.

There was a lace tablecloth and vases on the table. There are more than a dozen white peonies in the vase, not a virtual projection, but real, and the smell is very fragrant. The cat walking on the table walked over, rubbed the peony with its nose, and squinted at the pillow book.

Fu's mother glanced at Xie Zhen's book and pointed to her neck: "I don't have monitoring here, so I don't need to wear a nebulizer all the time."

Xie Zhenshu used his usual excuse: "I am ugly."

Fu's mother lit a women's cigarette and held it between her fingers, with an unpredictable expression, unable to tell whether she believed it or not. She nodded casually, as if she was not very interested in Xie Zhenshu, and said politely: "You don't have to take your appearance so seriously. You guys came from the Colosseum?"

"Yes mother," the hermit said in a respectful tone, shouting refrains, "my head... the virtual head was blown up by Xing Tian's people in the safe area, and I haven't finished fighting well, so I can't compete. I invited Brother Xie Surrogate, who knows that we met Wei Zhixin. I can testify, mother! It wasn't the kitten who provoked Wei Zhixin first..."

His voice is getting smaller and smaller.

"You really deserve to be his brother. What you said was half-truth. Is this the first time you met Wei Zhixin tonight?" Fu's mother threw the old-fashioned lighter on the table, "More than once with Wei Zhixin Hit it!"

The lighter frightened the cat, and it "meowed" and jumped into Xie Zhenshu's arms. Xie Zhenshu was slightly stiff, and looked at it. This pair of eyes was not good, it seemed to have received some message, and began to rub Xie Zhenshu's hand with his face, with a lazy expression, enjoying it very much.

Xie Zhenshu quickly looked at Su Heting. Su Heting was watching a play, but he could read a little nervous and helpless from his eyes.

Um-

Su Heting thought.

The officer is not afraid of cats, is he? So is he afraid of me? If he was afraid of me, why did he still grab my hand? Because I'm not a real cat?

"Lulu," Su Heting leaned over, teasing the cat with his tail, trying to lure it out of Xie Zhenshu's arms, "Come here."

The blue cat named "Lulu" only glanced at Su Heting and ignored the tail. It stretched out its claws, reached the collar button of Xie Pillow Book, and patted it back and forth.

"Hey," Su Heting was injured, stretched out his hand, and inserted it between Lulu and Xie Zhenshu, "Come here."

Xie Zhenshu's knees sank, then lightened again, Lulu had already been carried away by Su Heting. Su Heting put Lulu in his arms, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and was about to sink into it. He teased Lulu with his uninjured hand, but he cocked the tip of his tail accordingly.

"...that's how things are," the hermit just finished Wei Zhixin's story from the beginning, "he has a grudge against us, and always makes trouble for us, and we can't do anything about it."

Fu's mother threw Su Heting with an empty cigarette case, Su Heting was teasing the cat, too lazy to hide, let the cigarette case hit her head, it didn't hurt or itch. He said, "Why? I told you I didn't cause trouble. Is Wei Zhixin your relative? You are so partial."

"My heart is biased, towards Wei Zhixin, towards Wei Da, anyway, not towards you!" Fu's mother snorted coldly, stood up, straightened her chest and back while dragging her long skirt, and walked towards the other side of the sofa, "Get up, follow me I'm going to the basement."

Su Heting owed a hand and was taking off Lulu's floral dress when he was hit on the head suddenly.

"Stinky rascal!" Fu's mother said angrily, "Lulu is my sister!"

"Oh." As soon as Su Heting loosened his hand, Lulu ran away screaming "meow meow". He stood up slowly, and said to Xie Zhenshu, "Sit down for a while."

The two of them went down to the basement, leaving Xie Zhenshu and the hermit in the living room.

Fu Ma's home is very luxuriously furnished, and the paintings on the walls are old world famous products. There are vases on each decorative cabinet, such as peonies and eustomas, all of which are flowers. The cat lay down on the rug, as if about to fall asleep.

The hermit felt really quiet. He coughed, turned his head, and wanted to talk to Xie Zhenshu: "Hahaha..."

He looked at Xie Pillow Book, and forgot his words again, so he could only prevaricate with a fake smile.

After a while, the hermit said embarrassingly, "Mom is going to check up the kitten. He hasn't been here for a long time, and his eyes haven't been repaired."

Xie Zhenshu's expression was indifferent, he sneezed first when he wanted to say something.

The hermit said, "Are you allergic to cat fur?"

"No," Xie Zhenshu retorted, "no."

"Oh..." the hermit was dubious, "Yes, you are not allergic to cat cubs." When he said this, he thought he was very humorous, and smiled "haha", "That guy also sheds hair!"

Xie Zhenshu took out a handkerchief and pressed it on his nose. He looked at the hermit with a pair of eyes, and he just silenced the hermit.

The hermit felt that Xie Zhenshu was a little upset, but he didn't know why Xie Zhenshu was upset.

Help.

thought the hermit.

He wasn't like this when Kitty was here!

Xie Zhenshu asked, "How do you know?"

"What?" The hermit was still wandering.

"Shedding hair," Xie Zhenshu spelled out clearly, "Cats will shed hair."

"Cats just shed their fur...," the hermit forcefully said, "it's common sense."

Xie Zhenshu does not speak.

The hermit said: "Okay, it was my mother who said it. The cat cub has raised his response nerves, and he had to use the implant as the center. Mom didn't want him to be inferior because of his appearance, so he added a lot of cute designs to him. But the cat cub doesn't care I like being cute, and I quarrel with my mother every day, and the two even fought."

Although the cat cub was unilaterally beaten by Fu's mother.

As the hermit talked, he noticed that Xie Zhenshu's expression relaxed. He clenched his fist secretly and decided to make persistent efforts.