Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Fu Tong's heart softened almost instantly.

While soft-hearted, it is also very distressing.

This puppy was obviously thrown away by someone, and I don't know how long it has been in the rain, and the fur on its body is also wet.

At this time, Fu Tong was not in the mood to think about the messy things with the person in front of him, so he pursed his lower lip: "Where did you come from?"

"I just picked it up next to the flower pond. It's two or three months old. It's still a puppy. I'm afraid I won't survive if I don't bring it back." Fu Qianyuan said in a low voice, "I have nothing at home now, so I can't raise it. Would you like to adopt it? Is it?"

The little pup lay there, his eyes as wet as his fur.

Fu Tong looked at it for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand, but he was afraid of scaring it, so he stopped abruptly when he was [-] to [-] centimeters away from the puppy.

He lowered his eyes, hesitantly wanted to close his hand, just as the thought appeared, he suddenly felt the back of his hand covered with warm touch, pressed down, and then slowly touched the puppy's head.

It feels moist to the touch, but still has that fluffy feel to it.

Fu Tong paused for a moment, and looked nervously at the puppy, but the puppy was not afraid of him, not only did not hide, but also rubbed his fingers flatteringly.

Fu Tong was stunned, at first he felt unbelievable, and then his heart suddenly softened to the point of shame.

His reaction fell into Fu Qianyuan's eyes.

Fu Qianyuan withdrew his hand calmly, and repeated what he said just now: "Are you... willing?"

The puppy seemed to understand what they said, and he let out a soft howl when he heard the words, his voice was childish and pitiful.

Fu Tong had no way to refuse.

He bowed his head, and after a moment of silence, he silently carried the little puppy out of the wet cardboard box.

From hesitation to acceptance is just a matter of one thought, but this thought is very important, enough to bring Fu Tong back to the time of a scumbag sage.

He hugged the puppy and looked at Fu Qianyuan expressionlessly: "Is there anything else?"

And this was just a symbolic question for the sake of the pup, and he closed the door without waiting for a second after the question.

This time Fu Qianyuan didn't move, and the door closed smoothly.

Only Fu Tong and the puppy were left in the room.

Fu Tong went inside with the dog in his arms.

Although he has never raised small animals, he usually raises cats and dogs. He has read a lot of dog raising strategies on the microblogs of those pet bloggers, and knows what to do when he finds such a small milk dog that has been drenched in the rain. , the following things can be regarded as handy.

Forty-five minutes later, the pup, which had become fluffy again, lay on the carpet and let out a soft howl at Fu Tong.

This is actually a very healthy and cute dog. As for the breed——

Fu Tong observed it carefully for a while, and thought it should be a Chinese pastoral dog.

Referred to as the small dog.

Fu Tong doesn't feel disgusted.

He sat cross-legged next to the pup, and touched its nose lightly: "You just settle down, the kennel and dog food will be delivered soon, and you will have a family in the future, don't be afraid ,I……"

He stopped for a while, his brows and eyes drooping slightly: "I won't leave you halfway."

The little milk dog seemed to understand, and tilted his head slightly.

Fu Tong stretched out his hands to straighten its face, the puppy thought he was playing with it, its tail wagged happily, it was so fluffy and super cute.

Fu Tong's eyes softened, and he lowered his hands to play with the dog for a while. As he played, he gradually felt that his cub resembled someone.

This feeling of resemblance became stronger the more he looked at it. Fu Tong took a closer look. After a while, he suddenly rubbed his chin and smiled. He picked up his phone and took a photo of the little dog, and sent it to Wen Lang.

Smelly and shameless Fu Ergou: My son, do you think it looks a lot like you? [picture]

On the other side, after finishing a scene, Wen Lang was resting in the corner holding a wolfberry water thermos, when he heard the sound of ding dong, he clicked on it, and suddenly became irritable.

His Majesty Taotie:? ? ?

Do you believe it or not, I will bite you to death?

Wen Lang put down the thermos cup and poked the voice request directly.

Naturally, there was a lot of confrontation later, but in the end, Fu Tong stopped first and decided to let the children in.

His Majesty Taotie was easy to coax, so he didn't get angry.

Wen Lang lowered his head and took a sip of wolfberry water, then clicked on the photo of the little dog again: "Amazing, are you the chosen dog?"

Fu Tong almost laughed out loud, feeling that his description was really not so apt. For fierce beasts, small animals are really the chosen dogs.

Fu Tong stretched out his hand and stroked the little dog's fur: "Is it cute?"

There is a smile in the words, no different from those silly dads who show off with their cubs.

For a moment, Wen Lang didn't know how to answer this question.

Speaking of cuteness, Fu Tong's photography skills are really straight, he can only see a wrinkled hair, and nothing else can be seen.

But to say it's not cute, Fu Tong said just now that the little milk dog is very similar to him.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Wen Lang was silent for a moment, and decided to divert the question: "Let's not talk about this, actually, I just happen to have something I want to talk to you about."

This is rare.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"I told you some time ago that our film crew is haunted. I don't know if you remember it." Wen Lang said, "I didn't see it with my own eyes a few times, I only heard it from others, but something happened again last night. And it happened right in my face."

Do things in front of Taotie.

Not a little courageous.

"Then you want to ask me for help?"

"I don't think it's an invitation." His Majesty Taotie really wants to save face, and he doesn't want to admit it at all, "This kind of thing is already within the scope of the Monster Bureau's responsibility. You are an in-service employee over there now, and you are paid. It is very reasonable to come and have a look. Bar?"

Fu Tong laughed: "OK."

He flipped through the itinerary and looked at it: "Then I'll go find you tomorrow morning, and I won't have time for a few weeks."

"About what time?"

"Nine o'clock."

Wen Lang nodded through the microphone: "No problem at all."

The two big monsters reached a consensus, they were very happy with each other, and they fought in tacit understanding. Soon, when Wen Lang was about to film the next scene, Fu Tong hung up the phone and continued to play with the puppy next to him.

The little animals are fluffy and soft, with wet eyes, and they are as cute as they can be.

Fu Tong looked at it and smiled slowly.

**

The next day, at nine o'clock.

Fu Tong arrived at the set on time.

No one would be surprised that he came over. After all, everyone in the circle knew that he and Wen Lang had a good relationship, and the cp fans of the two even held up half the sky before Qin Jingshen appeared.

Fu Tong looked around, and easily found Wen Lang, who was crouching in the resting place with a thermos cup in his hand, reciting words.

He walked over and said, "Kids also worked hard today."

Wen Lang raised his head with a smile: "The old man is also very punctual today."

Fu Tong: "..."

Fine.

Fu Tong sat down beside him: "What's going on today?"

"Not yet." Wen Lang shook his head, "You know, even if there was, I wouldn't feel it."

The gluttony before him was driven to death by himself on the top of a mountain in the mist after going mad. Before his death, his soul was so clouded that Wen Lang was born more than 1000 years later. The inheritance is not complete, and his perception may not be as good as that of ordinary monsters. .

If it wasn't like this, the fierce beast Taotie wouldn't have asked others to help.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes: "...Sorry."

"No need." Wen Lang laughed, "I don't care about these at all, and if there is a loss, there will be a gain. You have to believe in good luck."

Fu Tong gave a low hum, and didn't bother him to recite his words anymore. After slowly looking around the set, he suddenly stopped in the corner near the bathroom.

There was only one person standing there, who looked to be in his 30s and looked ordinary in clothes.

Fu Tong motioned Wen Lang to look over there: "Do you know him?"

Wen Lang glanced at it: "I don't have any impression, it's probably a temporary group performer, is there a problem with him?"

After the words fell, the man suddenly stood up from the corner and turned into the bathroom.

Wen Lang put down the script: "Shall I go and see it?"

Fu Tong hummed, but didn't let Wen Lang move. He got up and followed. After confirming that there were only the two of them inside, he put a barrier on the door and window with his backhand.

The sound of water gradually came from the compartment door.

Fu Tong walked to the sink and began to wash his hands slowly.

Not long after, the door of the back compartment opened, and the man came out from inside. Seeing Fu Tong, he paused and said in surprise, "Fu Tong?"

Fu Tong turned his head and smiled slowly at him.

The man also laughed: "I didn't expect to see you here, I, I like you very much, can I sign it when I go out later?"

"Okay." Fu Tong looked at him, "But before that, I have something to ask you... Come here first, it's not convenient to say something because you're so far away."

There was a weird smile on the man's face, but soon he became the honest and honest look before. He walked to Fu Tong and lowered his head: "What's the matter? As long as I know, I will say anything."

"Is it?"

Fu Tong casually stroked his sleeve, and after a smile, he raised his knife and dropped it, and the surrounding area was immediately filled with sharp screams.

In the sound, the man's flesh and blood turned to ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a cloud of black smoke came out of his clothes, screaming and crashing towards the door and window.

Fu Tong didn't even give him a chance to be bounced back by the barrier, so he solved it with one blow.

The surroundings fell silent again.

Fu Tong withdrew the barrier, put away his knife and went out. As soon as he went out, he met Wen Lang. He didn't know when he stood there. He obviously understood the situation inside: "As expected of me, it's amazing. .”

"No no."

"Disrespectful disrespect."

"Generally average."

"..."

Wen Lang's eyes were full of condemnation: "Can't we just have a good business and brag about each other?"

Fu Tong laughed: "Then let's do it again?"

Wen Lang didn't want to talk to him at all, and became serious again, saying, "Actually, I was a little nervous just now, because that person looked so normal, he didn't look like that puff of smoke at all."

Fu Tong keenly sensed something was wrong: "Have you encountered it before?"

Wen Lang nodded: "I killed two of them, but at that time they appeared in the form of smoke. I guess I wouldn't even be able to find them today."

Two have been killed, plus today's one.

Then it was definitely not an accidental intrusion.

Wen Lang had the same idea as him: "If this goes on like this, the movie will definitely not be able to be filmed... In short, you know the situation of the crew, remember to talk to the Monster Bureau when you go back, and it can be resolved as soon as possible."

Fu Tong hummed.

The moment the last suffix fell, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated crazily. Fu Tong took it out and saw that there was an automatic jump to the monster bureau task interface on the screen, and the task box that was blank before was also gone. With the emergence of new content.

——Client: Wen Lang

——Consignment content:? ? ?