Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Chapter 15 Chapter 015

Scum, or not scum.

this is a problem.

But Fu Tong failed to reach a consensus with Wen Lang on this issue.

Even Wen Lang thought he was annoying, so he sent a lot of emoticons in the end.

[Please change to a scumbag].jpg

[Do you think it’s over with a few beeps of scumbag quotes].jpg

[I respect the past with a glass of wine, I was blind and loved dogs before].jpg

[Let me come to see you as a scumbag].jpg

Fu Tong was not guilty, and very calmly forwarded these emoticons to Fu Qianyuan. In the end, he felt that the number was a bit small, as if he couldn't support the scene, and raised his eyebrows at Wen Lang: "Is there any more?"

Wen Lang: "..."

I have never seen such a brazen person.

Xiao Zaizai has little social experience. When he met Fu Tong, he didn't even know how to hate him. In the end, he frowned and picked up the guitar to record the song quietly. He didn't want to say a word to Fu Tong.

Super angry, super fierce, super cold.

Also kinda cute.

Fu Tong has always been very conniving towards such cubs, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and stopped disturbing him, took the music score from the side and slowly deliberated, and occasionally heard something wrong and pointed out a few words, in exchange for Wen Lang to be so disgusted An indescribable look.

Time goes by slowly.

A few hours passed quickly.

At 06:30, Fu Tong sent Wen Lang out. When he went out, Wen Lang's assistant had already arrived, standing there holding an umbrella with a hamster pattern on it, and waved at them with a smile: "Here!"

The voice is clear and clear, and the baby face looks very cute.

This is also a little cub named Shu He, a hamster spirit less than fifty years old, cute in appearance and personality, carrying snacks with him to feed idols, and a top student who graduated from the Department of Political Science and Law of a prestigious university.

The only shortcoming is poor vision, otherwise how could he follow Wen Lang and become the number one little fanboy.

Fu Tong thought so, but when Wen Lang and Shu He left, he turned around and called Lu Chuan.

Lu Chuan was a little surprised. After all, Fu Tong was a bit of a buddhist sometimes. Basically, he was the only one who called Fu Tong, and rarely received calls from big bosses.

Lu Chuan connected, and his voice was cautious and tentative: "Boss...what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just to ask you, is the new schedule out?"

"It's almost ready, I can send it to you tonight."

"Okay." Fu Tong lowered his eyes slightly, "Also...how is the new assistant?"

Fu Tong has always been dissatisfied with his current assistant, he doesn't want to come, and he has too many thoughts. He told Lu Chuan three months ago that he wanted to change, but in the blink of an eye, after such a long time, there is still no news.

Lu Chuan was also a little worried: "It's not good, there is no suitable one, young people nowadays are too impetuous, what do you want?"

Fu Tong thought for a while: "Shuhe's is almost the same."

Lu Chuan: "..."

Lu Chuan sighed: "Boss, can you give me a way out?"

Like Shu He, who is well-educated, good-looking, cute, hoards food and devotes himself to being a fan. Lu Chuan has only met Shu He after so many years in the circle.

Fu Tong stopped talking.

Lu Chuan only felt a pain in his head. After all, he also knew in his heart that in a situation like their boss, it would be better to find someone of the same kind around him.

Just like Wen Lang, the trio of managers, idols, assistants, monsters, knew everything and everything was convenient.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan said: I will look for it as soon as possible, if it doesn't work, I will replace it first. "

That being said, the feasibility is almost zero. Lu Chuan's gold medal manager is usually too busy to care about so many things, not to mention that Fu Tong is possessed by the devil during his working hours, and he is not so easy to deal with.

Fu Tong shook his head: "Forget it, anyway, I don't have much to do recently, you look for it first, if you can't find it, I will use this one first."

Lu Chuan agreed.

The two stopped talking about it, and then chatted for about 10 minutes. Lu Chuan had something to do and hung up the phone. Fu Tong thought about it and felt that there was nothing to do, so he decided to go home first.

When I got home, the clock on the wall was just past seven.

Fu Tong put the umbrella in the corner, put on slippers and walked in slowly. It was still raining outside, and the raindrops hit the windows dimly, making this home that was not warm at first even more deserted.

It was so deserted that Fu Tong turned on all the lights in the house, but it was of no use.

Fu Tong felt uncomfortable, so he simply turned off the lights, curled up under the quilt, and watched funny videos on Weibo to try to ease his mood.

Before I knew it, I slowly fell asleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, Longxun Mountain was covered with deep snow. The sudden snow stopped, and the snow on the mountain was much thicker. He stepped on the snow and ran down from the top of the mountain. Step by step, he gradually ran to Longmianjian.

When it snows, Fu Qianyuan always likes to sleep here.

He walked over silently, and saw Fu Qianyuan at a glance. He was useless in human form. The body of the blue dragon was coiled on the stream, with the light from the sky above and the sparkling light below, which merged and reflected on him. , each dragon scale is like Wen Ze's jade.

Fu Tong grabbed a small flower and held it in his mouth, and slowly climbed onto Fu Qianyuan's tail. Just as he was about to pin the small flower to the dragon's horn, the sleeping Qinglong suddenly woke up. There was no sleepiness in his blue eyes. Looking indulgently at Fu Tong and the flowers in his hand.

"Zai Zai, what do you want to do?"

Xiao Zai Zai shook his tail, and held up the little flower that was supposed to be pinned to Fu Qianyuan's dragon horn, his eyes were like crescent moons: "I found a very beautiful little flower, and I give it to you."

Fu Qianyuan also laughed, and turned his head to touch his forehead. After taking the little flower, he didn't keep it, but gently placed it on Fu Tong's head, his eyes were full of smiles.

And Fu Tong looked at him, and smiled foolishly, then rubbed the horns of the person in front of him, hugged his tail and made a sound.

"Fu-Qian-Yuan-"

The three words came out sharply and strangely, like a ghost crying.

Fu Tong woke up with a start, and the moment he sat up, he had already held the black knife in his hand, the blade was shining and trembling.

And the voice I heard in the dream just now has not disappeared, calling the word Fu Qianyuan over and over again.

The sound was weird, like crying or laughing, accompanied by the almost crazy sound of hitting glass.

"boom--"

There was a sudden thunder outside.

The sky suddenly brightened like day.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes, slowly turned his head, and at the same time as another thunder sounded, he saw Liuyu.

His limbs were like reptiles climbing on the window, his pupils were red, and he had a ferocious expression. He slapped the glass frantically and smiled at Fu Tong with the corners of his mouth pulled.

Several cracks had already appeared on the glass, and it seemed that it would not last half a minute.

Fu Tong raised the knife expressionlessly.

But at this time, the glass on the window could no longer withstand the blows of Liuyu, and it fell into pieces from the cracks. The rain swept in with the wind. Go, directly pierced Liuyu's heart.

Killing with one blow, the monster by the window instantly turned into a pile of sand.

But it's not over yet.

Fu Tong tilted his head to look at the door of the bedroom, which had been being hit since he woke up, and now a door was crumbling, and it seemed that it would not last long.

Fu Tong opened the door with a knife, and the three monsters outside turned around and rushed towards him with a grinning grin.

While laughing, he repeated Fu Qianyuan's name.

It can be as annoying as it needs to be.

Fu Tong listened annoyed, and walked forward with the saber in his hand, raising the saber in his hand and slashing one at a time, but this time the six desires were different from before, when one disappeared, the other appeared, and even more appeared than disappeared.

After getting rid of another Liuyu, Fu Tong finally found out what was wrong.

He lowered his eyes, and slowly moved his gaze to the coffee table. The ghost wooden box that was supposed to be sealed in the Monster Bureau appeared there at some point. The box was covered with a layer of light blue light, which was very strange in the dark night. .

Fu Tong walked over with the knife in hand and let go.

After a muffled sound, an almost negligible trace appeared on the surface of the wooden box, and nothing else happened.

The only effect is probably that those monsters were deterred and temporarily shrank back.

Yes, temporarily.

The surroundings are still cold, and the ghost wooden box is surrounded by a dense black mist. Dirty monsters are hiding inside, and they may grinning and grinning out at any time.

Fu Tong wiped the knife and stopped for three seconds, when he suddenly heard the doorbell ringing outside.

Fu Tong paused, hid the knife in his sleeve, and walked over slowly.

Open the door.

The person outside the door is Fu Qianyuan.

He stood there, and after the door opened, he glanced inside first, then frowned: "I heard a voice from you here, so I came here to see, what's wrong? You—"

Then the words stopped suddenly.

Fu Tong raised the knife and swung it at him expressionlessly.

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