Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong was silent for a while, and finally decided to pretend he didn't see Fu Qianyuan, get in the car and sit down.

His negligence was too obvious, Lu Chuan, who is so smart, naturally noticed it, and he just nestled there secretly observing without making a sound.

In contrast, the little weasel became the innocent one, not paying attention to what was wrong between the two of them, and asked, "Boss, should we go to the gym or the studio first?"

"Go to the studio first."

Fu Tong's [-]th anniversary concert was held at the Longdu Gymnasium, but he made an appointment with Wen Lang to go to the studio first in the morning to play the [-] songs to be sung in the concert several times.

This Huang Lang also knew that he was asking this question just out of caution to confirm again, he answered after getting the answer, and happily held the steering wheel.

The car headed east slowly, and the sky was still covered with dust at this time.

Fu Tong looked down at the time. It was just after six o'clock. After thinking about it, he asked Lu Chuan, "Have you contacted Wen Lang? This cub is very delicate, don't get up yet."

"I got through the phone at five o'clock, and I'm already up."

It was past five o'clock, and Fu Tong was still sleeping at that time.

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Something is wrong with this world, even old-age players like Wen Lang have started to get up early and work hard.

"It's not easy." Fu Tong said with a smile.

Thinking about the various experiences of cooperating with Wen Lang before, Lu Chuan was convinced: "It's not easy."

The two looked at each other and smiled, agreeing with each other's words.

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It was almost 06:30 by the time I got to the studio.

Fu Tong walked into the recording studio and saw that Wen Lang was already lying on the recliner in the corner with his guitar in his arms, with a lazy posture like a kitten.

He closed the door: "what's the matter, were you tired last night?"

Fu Tong just said that, but he didn't think about anything else, but Wen Lang had a ghost in his heart, so he became angry from embarrassment: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why do you only have these rubbish in your heart?"

Fu Tong: "..."

Mr. Yazi, who was suddenly pissed off, was very innocent: "What did I think, and you said that I am all waste?"

Wen Lang snorted and didn't answer. Fu Tong looked at him, and after a while, he suddenly realized: "You can't be thinking of some waste, right?"

Ah this.

Wen Lang's eyes dodged, and he continued to remain silent. Fu Tong looked a little wanting to laugh, and at the same time had some bad thoughts, and said suspiciously: "...Aren't you really tired? You're still underage. Great."

The tiredness this time is obviously what Wen Lang thought just now.

Hearing this, Wen Lang's face instantly turned red: "What, why are you tired, what's wrong, the relationship between me and Mr. Qin is very pure, we haven't done anything."

Fu Tong didn't really believe it: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Wen Lang said, "At most, it's just kisses and hugs, nothing else, like the things in those little videos you sent me... nothing."

The latter sentence was said in a very low voice.

Fu Tong choked: "What's not a small video... Can something like a learning tutorial be called a small video? It sounds weird."

"That's not right, you're not a serious person anyway." Wen Lang scolded him.

"..." Fu Tong was silent for a few seconds, decided to pretend he didn't hear, and asked again, "You really didn't do anything that minors shouldn't do?"

Wen Lang remained silent for a few seconds, and then said the rest of the sentence word by word: "Really, no, yes."

Although the cub usually speaks a little bit badly, he never lies, and Fu Tong knows this.

He believed it, so he didn't intend to ask any more questions, but Wen Lang didn't want to end the topic, and naturally turned it to Fu Tong: "It's you, who should be tired from doing indecent things last night. that?"

Fu Tong:?

He looked at Wen Lang: "Why do you ask that?"

"I asked Lu Chuan an hour ago if you were awake, and Lu Chuan said that you were still asleep." Wen Lang looked at him narrowly, and emphasized the word [you], "To be honest, I really want to know this You are talking about who you are with."

Fu Tong: "..."

He turned back to look at Lu Chuan, whose eyes were wandering, cowardly, trying to escape with silence without saying a word.

Ok, Ok.

Why didn't I see you so cautious and timid when talking to Wen Lang?

As long as you think a little more, I will not be reduced to such an embarrassing situation.

Fu Tong didn't know what to say, and while he was speechless, he was also a little thankful—fortunately, Fu Qianyuan didn't follow in, but went to the gymnasium to monitor the progress, otherwise Fu Tong felt that he might be ashamed every minute to social death.

Although the current situation is almost no different from social death.

Feeling the tightness of the little dragon bracelet on his hand, Fu Tong thought desperately.

do not want to talk.

Let's just forget about it.

Fu Tong rubbed his brows, refused to continue this topic, went to the side and picked up the guitar, just wanted to start a career and didn't want to talk about other aspects of his temperament.

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows, but didn't continue talking, just smiled, and picked up the guitar with him.

……

In [Old Time], I walked with Fu Tong several times. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the two went to the Longdu Gymnasium, preparing for the final rehearsal a few times.

Before the rehearsal, make up first, so as not to be too nervous at the last time.

The two people's dressing room faced each other on both sides of the aisle, Wen Lang was on the left and Fu Tong was on the right. Fu Tong pushed the door and went in. There were already two people inside. One was Zhou Hua, a makeup artist he had worked with since his debut, and the other was natural. It's Fu Qianyuan.

He stood beside Fu Tong's seat and smiled at him gently: "Zai Zai, you are here."

Fu Tong pretended not to hear, went over there and sat down, turned his gaze to Zhou Hua: "Come on."

Zhou Hua nodded, carried the box and took two steps forward, then froze suddenly when Fu Qianyuan also looked over, and just stopped there.

Don't ask, asking is cowardly, asking is fear, asking is not daring to move, asking is trembling.

Zhou Hua is also a demon, more precisely a ghost.

——Painted Skin Ghost.

An official contract worker of Shanhai Inn, who is usually in charge of cosmetic surgery at the inn. When he is free, he also goes outside to do some private work such as beauty makeup and outfits, and has business contacts with many monsters in the circle.

As a spirit, he naturally knew who Fu Qianyuan was, and he could also feel the power and oppression of the latter's destiny monster.

Zhou Hua's body was stiff and she didn't dare to move, so she could only use her eyes to ask Fu Tong for help.

Fu Tong saw it in the mirror and narrowed his eyes: "Don't scare him."

This is the first sentence that Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan said today.

Finally hearing his son's voice, Fu Qianyuan's eyes softened: "I didn't scare him, it's because he's weaker, he just scares himself."

Fu Tong looked at Zhou Hua: "Is that so?"

What can I say about this?

Zhou Hua looked at Fu Tong and then at Fu Qianyuan who was looking at him secretly. After a few seconds of silence, he nodded unspeakably.

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Fu Tong actually knew that Zhou Hua was wronged, but he didn't want to talk too much to his ex-boyfriend, so he pretended to be confused, as if nothing had happened: "Put on your makeup."

As he spoke, he gave his ex-boyfriend a warning look.

Fu Qianyuan smiled silently, but he was very cooperative and didn't scare Zhou Hua anymore, but even so, Zhou Hua still panicked, put on the makeup as quickly as possible, made up an excuse, and went out first.

As soon as Zhou Hua left, only Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan were left in the room.

Fu Tong opened the lyrics book on the table that he had already memorized and couldn't be more familiar with, pretending to read it, and didn't intend to talk to Fu Qianyuan, but obviously Fu Qianyuan didn't want to do this.

He took a step forward and stood beside Fu Tong, calling him softly: "Zai Zai."

Fu Tong turned a deaf ear and continued to read the lyrics book.

Fu Qianyuan leaned over slightly, and said again: "Zai Zai."

Fu Tong was still silent, and felt that this ex-boyfriend was really annoying and annoying.

But the ex-boyfriend didn't find himself annoying. He looked at Fu Tong and continued to call Zai Zai over and over again. Fu Tong was rarely patient. He didn't yell at him when he was called several times like before. Called so many times, but still sat there silently.

"..."

After calling more than a dozen times but still not getting a response, Fu Qianyuan also fell silent.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows secretly, thinking that he had finally passed Fu Qianyuan, but within three seconds of such an idea, he heard Fu Qianyuan's voice from the side.

"Zai Zai, if you ignore me again, I will kiss you."

Fu Tong:? ? ?

After the two unexpected kisses last night, Fu Tong believed that this kind of thing, Fu Qianyuan, would definitely be able to do it. His question mark was not doubt, but shock.

Shocked that Fu Qianyuan's dog has no lower limit, and he can always refresh his cognition.

Fu Tong couldn't bear it anymore, frowned and looked at Fu Qianyuan, wanting to hate him, but he didn't expect that the latter was waiting for this moment.

Seeing Fu Tong raise his head, he lowered his head, and the lips of the two of them stuck together.

It's a kiss too—

For Fu Tong, it was an accident, but for Fu Qianyuan, it was a kiss that had been planned for a long time.

Fu Tong: "..."

He was stunned, and lost all his reactions for a while, but Fu Qianyuan reacted very quickly, and there was a movement the moment the two kissed, with one arm around Fu Tong's waist and the other behind his head, deepening tenderly and forcefully. kissed.

By the time Fu Tong came to his senses, this unexpected light kiss had turned into a deep kiss that he couldn't break free from. He was like a prey trapped by a gentle thread, and he couldn't escape at all.

He can only let Fu Qianyuan kiss.

And this kiss lasted for a long time, at least in Fu Tong's memory, he and Fu Qianyuan had never kissed like this before.

The unfamiliar enthusiasm made him a little hazy and unconscious, as if he was in an uncontrollable addiction.

If you can't control it, you simply can't control it.

Fu Tong closed his eyes, stopped thinking about other things, withdrew the last bit of resistance and struggle, and drifted with the flow.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the surrounding seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

How long this heat lasted, Fu Tong didn't know, but Wen Lang outside the door knew——

After putting on her make-up, she came to look for Fu Tong, but as soon as she got to the door, she heard Wen Lang panting subtly: Oh shit.

awesome.

It's worthy of slipping on the bed after a month of acquaintance.

Realizing that the scene inside might not be serious, Wen Lang decided not to go in and wait outside first.

It is rare for His Majesty Taotie, who is used to being wayward, to be considerate, but after waiting for a long time and not seeing him stop inside, and hearing the meaning of getting worse, Wen Lang pondered for a moment, but in the end he did not continue to be considerate, and raised his hand and knocked on the door: "May I come inside?"

The panting stopped instantly.

Fu Tong froze there, he didn't want to say anything at this moment, he just wanted to let himself die socially in place.

The author has something to say: The plot of the concert here is synchronized with that of Mr. Qin.

In addition, from Wen Lang's point of view, Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan have known each other for three months and they just walked on the bed. Fu Tong himself said it to tease him before, and it is not true.