On the price to pay for changing the plot

After the alumni meeting ended, everyone present left one after another, and Fu Heng also went out. He turned his head and asked the system beside him: "System, is Zhaocheng following?"

"He's looking at you," the system reminded him.

"Shall we wait for him?"

"Do you think Doctorfu will be someone who waits for someone?"

"..."

"he came."

The Biaowen system can still see Zhaocheng when it turns its back. This guy is definitely more powerful than the detector, as long as it is within a radius of ten meters, it can feel it.

"Mr. Fu!"

Fu Heng's ears moved, he stopped and turned to look at him, "..."

Zhao Cheng approached him, looking at the face that seemed to be carefully carved by Michelangelo, he couldn't help being a little dazzled, even a self-proclaimed handsome man like him had to praise, this face is God's masterpiece.

"Do you remember me?"

As soon as he said this, the other party's brows suddenly frowned slightly, and even his whole face became tense. When Zhaocheng saw him like this, his heart felt a little drummed. This Mr. Fu didn't feel very good get along.

"I remember you, the ethanol smell on you is disgusting."

"..." Zhaocheng looked confused, smell of ethanol?He didn't wear perfume (forgive him for his lack of reading, I really don't know what it smells like).

"Your vomit made me have to take a shower five times, even so, I can still smell that smell to this day," Fu Heng continued to complain.

"...I'm sorry," Zhaocheng understood the words, but then he felt a little embarrassed. That night, he was so drunk that he passed out, and he didn't expect to vomit on him.

"Your fingers are trembling slightly, and your eyeballs are also rolling. Now you should be remembering in your head. Of course, you are full of guilt for me," Fu Heng stated the fact expressionlessly. Did not stop.

"..."

No matter how you say it, Zhaocheng is also an old fritter who has been in the society for several years. He has come into contact with all kinds of strange things. Such a person, this way of speaking made him feel even more horrified, he couldn't catch the other party's words.

Fu Heng was almost amused, looked at his watch, and said, "You don't have to feel guilty, I've already forgiven you."

"..." Did he ask him to forgive?

"Joseph," Fu Heng called out.

The system next to him lowered his head slightly and asked him in a low voice, "Sir?"

"Go to an early by bookstore and check out the latest issue of Star Wars (go to a nearby bookstore to see if the latest issue of Star Wars is out)," Fu Heng spit out in fluent English.

Zhaocheng raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this Mr. Fu to like to watch "Star Fighter". This hobby is as special as his own. It seems that when he visits him next time, he can prepare a gift he likes.

The two directly ignored Zhaocheng completely, and they were about to leave.

Zhao Cheng hurriedly stopped him, "Mr. Fu, when are you free, I would like to treat you to a meal"

Fu Heng thought about it seriously, and then told him, "You can ask Joseph about this, but I don't like carrots. Although it contains vitamin B1 and vitamin B2, its taste always reminds me of selenthiol."

"Sir, I'm free next Saturday, and I can have dinner with you then," the system felt a little sympathetic to Zhaocheng, and the host was pretending again, without looking at the other's increasingly speechless expression.

"...Okay," Zhao Cheng was also dazzled by his long words, with sweat dripping from his forehead, he just wanted to treat him to a meal, why bother so much?

Fu Heng nodded at him, turned around and left.

After they walked away, Zhaocheng finally took a breath. This Mr. Fu's temper was too weird, and he couldn't communicate with him at all. Could it be said that all geniuses are like this?This is too scary.

"The role of Doctorfu is very suitable for me! There is no pressure at all to act," Fu Heng said happily.

The system still couldn't help rolling its eyes, "Host, you will push him further and further away, how will you get close to him then?"

"You don't have to worry about that. Anyway, according to Yuan Bo's personality, even if I say something strange, it wouldn't be strange." He expressed that he didn't feel nervous, and then thought of something, and asked, "But that guy doesn't look so strange. It's like having depression."

"Depression is something you can see?"

"I'm Doctorfu, a psychologist," Fu Heng saw that although the system was still stiff-faced, there was a strong disdain in what it said, and he hurriedly argued.

The system rolled his eyes at him calmly, "I'm addicted to acting, if it's the original Doctorfu, maybe I can really see it, you better knock it down as a fake."

"...you shut up."

Zhaocheng went back and checked what ethanol is, and the result was: ethanol = alcohol, so isn't the smell of ethanol the smell of alcohol?It's so complicated, what do you think it is?Sure enough, Frankenstein speaks differently from ordinary people.

He has accepted a magazine endorsement these days, and has been busy taking hard photos. Finally, the effect of the photo came out. He posted a Weibo with great interest. It was a good thing, and the fans' comments below were all nympho , Those compliments were piled on him without money, and he felt happy when he saw it, but when he slid to the back, he saw several comments, "You shameless and cut off my endorsement, blah blah blah blah La……"

He turned off Weibo, and his mood immediately became depressed. After so many years since his debut, he can often see black fans jumping up and down in various forum posts or comments. After I was attacked by large-scale black fans that time, whenever I saw such comments, I would feel scared in my heart.

Ah K directly confiscated his electronic products for a while, just because he was afraid that he would see these things. Later, he underwent psychological treatment, and he was still a little depressed. He is still timid when he sees these merciless words of attack. Ah K said that he is glass-hearted, probably true.

Forget it, don't even think about it, he got out of bed and poured himself a glass of water, opened the medicine bottle by the table, poured out two sleeping pills, took them, and fell asleep slowly...

Saturday was coming soon, Zhaocheng prepared the gift, and drove out to pick up Fu Heng. He forgot to ask Fu Heng for a phone call, but fortunately, he knew where he lived, so it was very convenient to drive there directly.

When Ah K learned that he wanted to invite Fu Heng to dinner, he insisted on pestering him to go with him. Zhaocheng refused him coldly. That Mr. Fu had a weird temper. It's time to make him angry, but how will it end.

When Zhaocheng arrived, Fu Heng was only wearing a white sweater, leaning on the armchair and reading a comic book. The sun was shining on his cheeks. The long eyelashes on his eyes flutter from time to time. His nose bridge is straight. Unlike many Europeans and Americans, his nose is high but not big. It perfectly combines the advantages of Asians and Westerners. The side profile The soft shape outlined is perfect and really too long.

"Mr. Fu..."

Fu Heng waited all morning, he came over, and still pretended to be in front of him, now when he heard him calling himself, he slowly covered the cartoon in his hand, stood up and said to him, "You are late for two minutes and 26 seconds .”

"...I'm sorry," Zhaocheng handed him the gift bag in his hand, "I hope you like it."

Fu Heng took the bag and opened it in front of his face, "I don't think you will mind if I open the gift now, although the traditional custom is to wait until you leave, but if I don't open it and look at it again How do you know if you like it or not?"

"...don't mind," came again, unable to react for a while.

Fu Heng took out the set of "Star Crusaders" from the inside, and his eyes stared immediately, but his face was still serious, "Although it is not genuine, it can be seen that you put your heart into it. I am very satisfied with this gift."

"It's fine if you like it," Zhaocheng's mouth twitched, his eyes were about to shoot X-rays, and there was no one else who was so arrogant.

Fu Heng touched the set of comics dearly, turned around and went upstairs with his slippers on.

"Mr. Zhao, please sit down," the system stood by the table and poured him a cup of tea.

Although he knew that the other party was a robot, Zhaocheng still felt that it was too real. Its words and expressions were all in tone, and it didn't feel a little blunt at all. It looked much more like a normal person than this Mr. Fu.

"OK, thanks."

"You're welcome."

After waiting for a while, Fu Heng went downstairs. Zhaocheng saw him coming down and said, "Mr. Fu, I'm here to treat you to dinner today. Do you have anything you want?"

Fu Heng bent over and sat on the sofa, with his long legs tightly together, he took a sip of his coffee, "Yes."

"...Aren't you going out with me?" Seeing that he was still sitting there with a godlike face, Zhao Cheng asked.

"Didn't you invite me to eat for me?" Fu Heng wondered.

"..."

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to be joking, Zhaocheng asked, "Then I go out to buy vegetables now?"

It's a good thing he knows how to order food, otherwise I really don't know what to do for a while.

"Mr. Zhao, the food has already been bought," the system kindly told him, the young man is so patient, it doesn't even have the heart to torture him.

"..." Even the food is bought, it seems that he is waiting for him to cook early in the morning, what else can he say?

Zhaocheng didn't say a word, got up silently and went into the kitchen.

Fu Heng leisurely gave the system a look, "This kid is not bad."

"It's good that I didn't get pissed off by you, and you're still so embarrassing," the system glared at him. This guy didn't play his cards according to routine. If he didn't do well in this world's mission, he would definitely beat him up later.

Zhaocheng worked in the kitchen for nearly an hour, and finally prepared a few dishes. The robot assistant was very understanding and brought the dishes to the table for him.

He was sweating profusely, and went into the bathroom to clean himself up. When he came out, he saw that Mr. Fu frowned again looking at those vegetables, "Can these be eaten?"

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