President, I am reinforced straight

After dinner at the actor's house, Pan Wei and his wife were the last to leave.

The film king walked them to the door wearing slippers, and smiled slightly at the two people standing in the night: "Be careful on the way back, remember to call when you get home."

Pan Wei tapped his forehead with two fingers, and saluted him mischievously: "Understood. What are you going to do next, think it over and tell me, we will help you deal with it."

After a few people made a fuss, at least there was no scolding on the Internet. The follow-up matters were handed over to the actor's agent and public relations team. As for how to deal with it and what the outcome would be, it was hard to say.

"I'm fine." The actor's partner came out to help him put on a coat, the actor touched his cheek with his backhand, and said to Pan Wei, "I was half-retired, and the public opinion didn't surprise me." .As for whether to act or not in the future, it depends on fate."

Pan Wei nodded knowingly: "I wish you happiness."

The actor was hugged by the tall man and smiled: "You guys should do the same."

On the way back, neither Fu Jinzhi nor Pan Wei spoke.

When he was blocked by a red light at an intersection not far from the community, Fu Jinzhi, who was driving, turned his head slightly and looked at Pan Wei beside him.

It was very dark in the car, Pan Wei's eyes were looking straight ahead, and the inside was colorful.

"Fu Jinzhi, I'm really scared all of a sudden." Pan Wei still didn't look at the person next to him, and said slowly, "15 years."

How can it be so good for 15 years?

With so many accidents and so many temptations, how could the two of them face all doubts and ups and downs hand in hand with such peace of mind.

Fu Jinzhi smiled lightly, and reached out to hold his hand: "We will too, for a longer time."

"Fu Jinzhi, did I tell you that I really..." Pan Wei gave an ugly self-deprecating smile, "Except maybe some money, there is nothing worth liking about."

Mean, indifferent, like the new and dislike the old.

Fu Jinzhi rubbed his hair, and said indifferently, "Well, me too. It's good for us to hug each other."

Seeing that it wasn't too late, Fu Jinzhi thought for a while, and simply turned the steering wheel into Pan Wei's residential area, brushed Pan Wei's dull face at the security guard again, and arrived at the door without any hindrance.

Fu Jinzhi got out of the car first, went around to Pan Wei's and opened the car door and stretched out his hand to Pan Wei who was still in a daze: "Let's go, we're moving."

Pan Wei turned his head and looked at the man standing next to him.The two of them stared at each other for a while, Pan Wei shook his head, and put his hand on Fu Jinzhi's hand that was still firmly in mid-air.

Opening the door, Pan Wei bent down to get the slippers for Fu Jinzhi, and the two walked towards the storage room with a clear goal.

"There's a suitcase up there, take it down." Pan Wei pointed to the top cabinet, "I'm too lazy to climb."

Fu Jinzhi nodded, looked up, tiptoed to open the upper cabinet with his fingers, and stretched his hands to reach inside. Pan Wei stood aside, looked at his stretching waistline, and sighed.Finally, Fu Jinzhi dragged down a huge black suitcase. As soon as he bent down to put it away and opened it, Pan Wei, who was standing inside, threw a dozen clothes into it.

"Just bring the clothes, right? Let's find another day to buy other things." Pan Wei stood in front of the closet looking for clothes, and threw them into Fu Jinzhi's hands.

Fu Jinzhi simply sat down on the floor, took his clothes, folded them and put them in the suitcase.

"Fu Jinzhi, are you serious about what I said just now..." Pan Wei took the sweater in his hand, still wanted to make it clear, and turned around with a sigh.

Living together, many things are really irreversible.

"Shall I go to the supermarket tomorrow? I want to buy a storage box, and I need to add something to the kitchen by the way... Do you like to drink fruit juice? I have been thinking about whether to buy a cooking machine." Fu Jinzhi carefully folded the coat in his hand Put it on the other side of the suitcase, looked up at Pan Wei, "Huh?"

Pan Wei smashed the sweater in his hand into a ball and slammed Fu Jinzhi's head, laughing and scolding: "Buy! Swipe your card!"

"Aren't I still being taken care of by the benefactor?" Fu Jinzhi pulled off the sweater on his shoulders, folded it and stuffed it into the suitcase, fastened the straps and closed the full suitcase in front of him, "Above Someone, not afraid."

Pan Wei's eyes were a little red, and he raised a smile: "Yes, in order to support you, your benefactor has to go to work seriously the day after tomorrow."

"Ah... I'm going to join the job on Monday." Fu Jinzhi looked up at him, "I'll drop you off to work, it's low-carbon."

Pan Wei nodded: "All right, all right, energy conservation and environmental protection start from me."

In the end, Pan Wei only took a box of clothes and went to Fu Jinzhi's place. From then on, he set up camp and divided up more than half of Fu Jinzhi's only bed.

night.

Pan Wei swiped Weibo for a while and looked at the headlines of major news websites, and found that his company's PR team handled it well this time. There were indeed voices of opposition and scolding, but they were quickly brushed down by true love fans, all over the sky. The manuscript was full of blessings, which made the president very satisfied.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Pan Wei wiped his hair with a big towel, and saw Fu Jinzhi playing with his mobile phone rarely.The speed of typing on the screen with slender fingers is quite fast.

"What are you doing?" Sitting beside Fu Jinzhi, Pan Wei kissed him on the cheek.

Fu Jinzhi put down his phone, pulled him into his arms and covered him with a quilt, took the bath towel from his hand and helped Pan Wei wipe it off: "Discuss with my father that we will visit my mother's grave during the winter solstice."

It is the end of November now, Fu Jinzhi is busy with work, and his father is used to discussing the past date with him in advance.

"My mother is buried in the cemetery in City A, and I work and spend all my time in City A, so this year the winter solstice is scheduled."

Pan Wei nodded: "...Sorry."

"It's nothing." Fu Jinzhi smiled and pinched his earlobe. "My mother passed away when I was five years old. After so many years, I've gotten used to it."

Pan Wei leaned into his arms, covering his head with a big bath towel, thoughtful.

"I told my father that I wanted to bring someone to meet my mother this year. He agreed."

"What?" Pan Wei was still sitting on Fu Jinzhi's lap, and when he turned around, Fu Jinzhi hissed in pain.

"No, it's okay, does it hurt?" Pan Wei hurriedly got up and rolled onto the bed next to him, rubbing Fu Jinzhi's thigh.

Fu Jinzhi shook his head: "It's okay. On the day of the winter solstice, can you spare the evening?"

Pan Wei sighed: "Fu Jinzhi... I think, we, no, should you give your father some time to digest?" He was a little anxious and stammered excitedly: "I'm not saying I don't want to be with you, but ...Could it be too soon?"

When he talks, he habitually carries some small gestures of his own, which looks very cute.

Fu Jinzhi thought so, but didn't say anything, and tilted his head at Pan Wei with a smile on his face.

"Well, I, no, why don't you wait for me to find someone to ask the parents what to do?" Pan Wei rubbed his head, "Or wait for me to be a good man first?"

My God, what if Fu Jinzhi's father accidentally likes to watch entertainment channel gossip magazines.

Fu Jinzhi still didn't speak, tilted his head to the other side, looked at Pan Wei, and continued to laugh.

"Fu Jinzhi, you can't be so unkind. What if your father refuses to let me cut my wrists on the spot and show him that I will die if you don't let me be with your son???" The steamy hair has become a living bird's nest.

Fu Jinzhi finally couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing, pulled Pan Wei into his arms, smoothed his hair, and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about it, my dad doesn't care."

Pan Wei looked up at him, and hummed questioningly with his brows together.

"He is a completely romantic person. Men, women, poor, rich, all are not a problem in his eyes." Fu Jinzhi helped Pan Wei tidy up his hair and patted him on the shoulder, "As long as he is in good health, he will Very happy."

Because his wife died of illness, the only standard he set for his son was that the other party should be in good health.

Pan Weimu stared blankly at Fu Jinzhi: "Really...really?"

Countless scriptures about beating mandarin ducks flashed through his mind.

Fu Jinzhi nodded: "That's right, so you have to take care of your kidneys first."

"Enhao...wait! Fu Jinzhi!?!?!?" Pan Wei broke away from Fu Jinzhi's arms, got up and stood on the bed, almost touching the hanging chandelier.

Fu Jinzhi hummed a song and turned on the phone, and replied to the message that the two of them would go back together under the message that his father asked him if he wanted to go home for dinner. Pan Wei: "Come on, is it cold without a quilt?"

"I! It's not cold! I'm not cold at all! I'm so angry!" Pan Wei got out of bed barefoot and ran to Fu Jinzhi's side, raising the pillow in his hand to suffocate him, " It’s so hot that I want to directly destroy your corpse!”

Seeing him blushing with embarrassment, Fu Jinzhi smiled happily, letting a big pillow hit his face directly.

Pan Wei could hear his laughter through the pillow.

I wanted to break up immediately without discussing it!