Report to the president, your actor has run away again

The head of Chi Hengyang's bodyguard is a muscular, mighty straight man of steel. He wears a pair of sunglasses and looks at Fu Zhao upright.

"What is the immediate wind?"

Fu Zhao: ""

I can't explain this question to you, because I'm just an innocent young man.

The bodyguards don't understand, but Chi Hengyang's secretary and assistant have been with him for many years, they can't understand anymore.

"Look at what I said before, I said that something will happen sooner or later if we go on like this! Mr. Chi is not young anymore! His kidneys are dying!" The little assistant grabbed the secretary's sleeve and complained loudly, as if He made Chi Hengyang feel as if he was on his way.

The secretary was quite sensible and had some common sense. He pulled the little assistant aside and looked down at Chi Hengyang's situation.

"Even if it's windy right away, it hurts"

There was blood all over his head and face, and even his eye sockets were broken. It looked like he was beaten.

Fu Zhao let out a long sigh, and changed his posture from resting his chin with both hands to resting his chin with one hand.

"Me, after today's premiere, I will bring my baby to open a room."

Um?It seems to be the smell of gossip?

The four big men couldn't help but eagerly moved forward to get together.

"You said who would have thought that I hadn't hit the base here yet, and I heard that something happened outside. I came out and took a look, yo, isn't this Mr. Chi?!"

Fu Zhao shook his head sadly, his acting skills are superb enough to win the No.30 Eighth Blind and Nonsense Award.

"They're all acquaintances, tell me, I can't just leave it alone! I heard that severe pain is effective for this situation, so I gritted my teeth, endured the grief, rolled up my sleeves, and had tears in my eyes."

"Smash him wildly."

Fu Zhao's facial expressions were too rich, and his emotional expression was too good. At the end, the little assistant was about to cry.

"I was helpless." Fu Zhao patted the secretary on the shoulder, covering his eyes in grief, "I hope you understand."

The little assistant bit her handkerchief and shed two lines of tears: "Understand! Understand! We understand!"

Although the secretary still looked skeptical, but due to Fu Zhao's identity, it was difficult to say anything.

The bodyguards and the driver picked up Chi Hengyang and were about to rush him to the hospital. The secretary seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and turned to Fu Zhao and said, "Please forgive me for disturbing Mr. Fu's mood. I don't know Mr. Fu bed partner"

Fu Zhao raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter, let me meet Secretary Liu?"

The secretary smiled awkwardly and said nothing more.

It wasn't until several people left that Fu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, you really deserve to be Chi Hengyang's dog, the master is almost chilled out, and he still wants to dig me up"

The movement outside stopped, and the "cannon fire" inside also came to an end.

Fu Xin poured a large glass of ice water, took the mobile phone, and on it was Fu Zhao's message "Everything is done, ojbk".

I don't know how he did it, but this kid has always been the one with the most ideas, and Fu Xin is not worried at all.

Tang Ruan hugged the quilt and fell asleep deeply. Just now when Fu Xin took him to take a bath, the little thing still knew how to hum and say that the water was so hot, but now he is fast asleep.

Fu Xin got into the quilt, carefully wrapped Tang Ruan into his arms, and pressed his forehead to the forehead of the person in his arms.

It wasn't very hot anymore, Fu Xin helped Tang Ruan vent twice just now, and finally blew it directly to him once, which lowered Tang Ruan's body temperature.

It's really amazing, as long as he came to Tang Ruan's place, Fu Xin's severe cleanliness seemed to be cured instantly.Everything about Tang Ruan is good, sweet, and can easily arouse the lust deep in his heart.

Fu Xin looked at the person in his arms quietly.The drooping slender eyelashes, the delicate tip of the nose, and the pale pink lips are so beautiful that they don't seem like human beings.

Tang Ruan was like a child sleeping peacefully. Those thorns that stood up in the air on weekdays were all gathered up obediently at this moment, like a tamed little hedgehog, showing Fu Xin its softest and most fragile belly .

Just as Fu Xin was fascinated, he felt the little hedgehog in his arms move restlessly.

"Q I"

Tang Ruan clicked her lips, her pretty eyebrows slightly frowned, "Sugar Bowl"

Fu Xin kissed his frowning brow lightly, and coaxed him in a low voice, "Hey, Sugar Bowl has fallen asleep."

As if he could understand what he said, Tang Ruan hummed twice, and then arched into the generous embrace beside him.

"Fu Salary"

A small, soft movement fell on Fu Xin's heart, with scorching heat, like a small knife, "Zi'er" burrowed into his heart.

Fu Xin opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Did Tang Ruan, his Ruan Ruan just now, call his name in a dream?

Fu Xin opened his mouth and breathed in small mouthfuls. He pressed his heart hard, fearing that the heartbeat would be too loud and disturb his Ruan Ruan.

Tang Ruan turned over slightly, put one arm on Fu Xin's waist, and rubbed his little furry head on his chest.

It's fried.

Fu Xin looked at the white ceiling and thought in a broken jar.

Today, either he fried first, or his chicken fried first.

Just as the trembling hand was about to caress Tang Ruan's back, he heard the muffled voice of the person in his arms.

"Fu Salary"

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