Mr. Fu is always too annoying

The first person to react was Xie Nan.

He took a step back, his hands instantly turned into sharp tiger claws, and he stood there with squinted eyes ready to go.

After waiting for a while, there was no change.

Xie Nan:? ? ?

Fu Tong lightly touched his fluffy tiger claws, and said with a smile in his voice, "Put it away, it's just a subconscious reaction in the depths of your soul after seeing me, it doesn't have any lethality, and you don't need to worry about your eyes. He'll close it after he's gone."

Xie Nan: "..."

OK.

His hand returned to its original shape, but he still had lingering fears about the scene just now: "Then let's go out first, and, how did you provoke him? Deep down in your soul, you never forget that the abyss is staring at you."

Fu Tong laughed: "Maybe it's because I'm pretty."

Xie Nan choked.

Although this is not wrong, why does it sound so tempting to do it?

The little tiger really wanted to beat someone, but he knew he couldn't beat him, and he was afraid that Fu Tong would seek Lu Zhang's accusation, so he had no choice but to bear it by himself.

He's not kidding.

These days, the ancient monsters are more vicious than the last, and they can really do such things as blackmail.

I heard that Taotie next door learned from him.

It's scary to think about it.

Xie Nan groaned in his heart, but on the surface he was so cowardly that he dared not say a word.

But Fu Tong didn't care what he was thinking at all, and after explaining a few more words, he left Cishui Bureau.

It was just after twelve o'clock when I got home, and I don't know what method Gou Shi's ex-boyfriend used. Fu Tong was automatically sent to Fu Qianyuan's house as soon as he got out of the elevator.

The puppy was lying on the floor to play with the plush rabbit, but when he heard the sound, he ran over happily wagging his tail, and barked at Fu Tong.

Fu Tong's heart suddenly softened to the point of shame, he lowered his head and rubbed its head: "Is the rabbit fun?"

The puppy barked again.

Fu Qianyuan stood by and watched them, and finally said the first sentence after coming out of Cishui Bureau: "Does it have a name?"

Fu Tong couldn't help thinking of the fanciful painting style in the comment area.

Wealthy.

Fu money.

Fu Yue.

Fu sent.

Consort.

……

What a crime.

Fu Tong glanced at him and said nothing, the answer was obvious.

A smile appeared in Fu Qianyuan's eyes: "I can help you think together."

Fu Tong twitched the corner of his mouth: "Fu Qianyuan, do you think that I have a better attitude towards you recently, so I want to make more progress? I don't think we are that familiar."

Fu Qianyuan's fingers froze, and the smile in his eyes was instantly covered by a deep loss, and he almost changed the subject hastily: "What do you want to eat?"

Fu Tong was very indifferent: "I'll go out to eat."

Fu Qianyuan didn't make a sound, pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

In fact, he is very tall, close to 1.9 meters. He is a dragon of destiny who was born with the heaven and the earth.

But now, he stood there with his head bowed, and a shadow was cast over the light and shadow in front of his eyes, like a big dog left on the side of the road without a home, sad and pitiful.

There is a contrast, and it is even more mixed.

For a moment, Fu Tong's heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He turned his eyes away, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally heard his own voice: "Home cooking is fine, and I want a red fruit platter."

His tone was very stiff, as if he was forcing himself to speak out.

In fact it is.

The light spots in Fu Qianyuan's eyes reappeared, a gentle smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips, his eyes were as soft as his voice: "Okay."

Fu Tong avoided his eyes, said nothing, and went back to the bedroom with the puppy in his arms.

Compared with Fu Qianyuan just now, I can't say who is more hasty.

Fu Qianyuan laughed silently, turned around and went to the kitchen to start preparing the ingredients. Just as he got half of the things, the mobile phone next to him suddenly rang.

Ringtones is the first song Fu Tong sang in his debut.

—— "When You Come"

The tune and lyrics are very gentle, probably the most love song ever written by Fu Tong who doesn't sing love songs.

He connected, and Shen Ze's voice immediately rang out from the microphone: "Hi."

Fu Qianyuan put the phone on the speakerphone and put it aside, and continued to take out the ingredients: "What's the matter."

He was so cold that he didn't even ask a question, super ruthless.

Shen Ze complained in his heart: "Aren't you afraid that your children will hear you when you turn on the speakerphone like this?"

Fu Qianyuan's face was calm: "He is afraid of noise when he sleeps, and I set up an enchantment in the bedroom, so I can't hear him."

Oh wow.

Gee tut.

Shen Ze laughed: "Then I'm relieved, in fact, I have nothing to do... I just came to ask how you and your children are doing recently."

When Fu Tong was mentioned, Fu Qianyuan's eyes visibly softened, and he hummed.

What's the difference between that and didn't say?

Shen Ze was not reconciled: "Don't just hmm, what's the matter? Is the method I taught you useful?"

This time, Fu Qianyuan finally gave him a clear answer: "Yes."

Shen Ze was very satisfied: "Let me just say, your kid is actually a very soft-hearted person, easy to coax, but insecure, and has a lot of things on his mind. You have to brush up your presence anytime, anywhere, and things will turn around. room."

Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes slightly: "I know, he has always been a very good boy, I was wrong."

The person on the other side of the microphone suddenly fell silent, and when he spoke again, his voice was inexplicably lowered: "Actually...you didn't do anything wrong, it can only be said that it was a trick of good fortune, forget it, don't think too much, things will always happen. It will pass, and it will be fine if you treat him very well in the future.”

Fu Qianyuan hummed again, and said, "I know."

Talking to such a boring gourd is really tiring.

But Mr. Fenghuang also dare not play casually as before. After all, he has just been released from the blacklist, so he always has to hold back for a few days.

Thinking of this, Shen Ze laughed, and after talking about a bunch of guidelines for coaxing children, he ran away before Fu Qianyuan hung up the phone.

The room finally fell silent.

Fu Qianyuan put the phone back to its original position, turned his head, stared at the closed bedroom door for a long time, and then smiled with downcast eyes.

Very gentle.

**

Two days later.

After collecting the data of the Monster Bureau, they started to deal with the dementors.

Several people in Bai Tang discussed it and decided to take a trip to the mountain that Xie An mentioned.

No one objected.

Because it has been done in the past when encountering similar incidents.

But there is still a problem in front of us - that is, Fu Tong has no time to go.

He has a music variety show announcement in his hand. The audition has just ended, and the recording has officially started. The first recording time is set at [-]:[-] pm.

Bai Tang and Fan Xiu were a little hesitant, but Rao She didn't feel anything wrong: "Then I'll do it myself, isn't it like this before when the boss didn't come? The boss is amazing, we can't be spoiled."

The two of them thought about it, and they nodded in unison: "It makes sense."

Rao She laughed, very hearty.

But Fan Xiu was still a little uneasy: "This time the place to go is far away, and you are still a child, so it always makes people feel uneasy. How about this, I will go with you."

Little Tianshi originally wanted to refute, but when he thought about his double-digit age and the person in front of him, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Do you know the concept of an ancient book more than 4000 years old?

The history of China recorded in books is more than 5000 years.

Learn about living history.

Rao She sighed, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fu Tong again: "Boss, don't worry, I will definitely do a very good job this time. I am definitely not the five scumbags of the war, you believe me."

Fu Tong was a little confused: "When did I say war against the five scum?"

It is not an exaggeration to say that the celestial master who got the third grade of the celestial master's mansion in his 20s is a genius, and he has no vision to think that he is fighting the five scum.

I'm afraid the child is under too much pressure and has become stupid.

He looked at Rao She, and the gaze in the latter's eyes was shining brightly - as long as you know it.

Little Celestial Master: Super strong.

But it looks aggrieved.

Fu Tong couldn't help laughing, thinking this kid was really interesting, he smiled and said cheers.

The little celestial master immediately revived with full blood, asked Bai Tang to approve a leave slip, and went back to pack the package.

There are rules in the Monster Bureau. If you are on the field for more than two days, you need to issue a leave note. Don't even think about fishing in troubled waters.

Today's monster game still makes Mr. Yazi sneer.

The work was taken over by Rao She and Fan Xiu, and Fu Tong was free for the time being, only Lu Chuan came to pick him up.

And Mr. Manager still has endless troubles. After all, he is too aware of his boss's character, so he poked Fu Tong before the time came and asked him to pay attention to Weibo promotion.

Fu Tong decided to listen to the conversation once. After logging out of WeChat, he clicked on Weibo, and saw that there were a lot more in the record, and they were still being added continuously.

He clicked on it, only to find that the variety show's official blog had already posted an official announcement half an hour ago, and he was the first one among the judges.

Fu Tong clicked forward.

Fu Tong: Hello, Sounds of Nature and Glory.

This word matching is very perfunctory, because this is the name of the variety show - "Glory of Heaven".

Idol is so lazy, but the fans not only don't dislike it, they are so happy that they can run around downstairs every minute, and many comments are added every few minutes.

This state became more thorough after Wen Lang forwarded it.

After all, His Majesty Taotie is capable. Under normal circumstances, he doesn't even carry publicity in his own announcements, but he can call his friends regardless of the weather.

Fans are eager to move, posting a bunch of old pictures, trying to restore Fu Wen CP's once overshadowing king status, but kissing CP is now the general trend, and has no choice but to be suppressed before it even started.

Fans: Huh.

If you can't wave, then I'll be skinny.

So the style of painting behind the comment area has become skinny and has no friends.

Fu Tong laughed, stopped reading Weibo, and printed out the process to do his homework temporarily.

A clock on the wall ticks away.

When Lu Chuan arrived, he had read all the content in the procedure book, and even reviewed it.

Fu Tong poked open the software and took a look. After seeing that the countdown to the limit of the Monster Bureau had stopped, he forcibly ignored Fu Qianyuan, who was next to him with burning eyes, and left the Monster Bureau.

Lu Chuan was waiting outside the building.

As soon as Fu Tong got into the car, the manager who was possessed by the old mother began to worry: "Boss, have you read the procedure book? Do you remember everything you read? If you don't remember it, read it again. Don't worry."

Fu Tong was expressionless: "I've seen it and remembered it, I'm not in a hurry, you are in a hurry."

Lu Chuan coughed dryly: "Aren't I afraid that you'll be too busy to forget these days? Just remember, Huang Lang and Cang Huai have already passed by, boss, sit down."

Fu Tong held the safety handle silently.

In the next second, Mr. An Anwen's agent completely became a veteran driver who was so excited.

After 45 minutes, the recording time of "Glory of Nature" arrived.

Because the variety show mainly focuses on competition performances and the daily life of the contestants, the venue is very large. In the Longdu Cultural and Sports Center, it is said that the recording team spent a lot of money preparing the venue.

When Fu Tong got out of the car, he saw Huang Lang and Cang Huai at a glance. The two of them were squatting pitifully outside the door, looking as desperate as they could be.

Seeing Fu Tong and Lu Chuan, Huang Lang's eyes lit up instantly: "Brother Lu, we are here!"

Pretty cute.

Fu Tong laughed, and led them to the backstage first. The inside was extremely crowded. The director was standing in the middle with the procedure book, emphasizing the details with the staff.

He was busy, so Fu Tong didn't go there, planning to put on makeup first.

Several people looked around, and quickly found the dressing room hidden deep in the corner. Just as Fu Tong put his hands on the doorknob, the door in front of him suddenly opened before he could use any force.

The people outside and inside the door met each other unexpectedly. The person was obviously frightened, and took a step back unconsciously. After recovering, he frowned and raised his head. After seeing clearly that it was Fu Tong, he was stunned.

Then he choked out a word that he gritted his teeth.

--"Hold!"

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "There are cameras on all sides, you don't want your image anymore?"

The man looked at him angrily: "Why do you talk so much? Do you want to take care of it?"

When Fu Tong heard this, he wanted to laugh even more.

He knew the person in front of him very well. His name was Tan Lin. He was a very popular singer in the past two years.

Fu Tong and him have no WeChat friends, Weibo, or mutual relationship, and they have no contact at all in private. The reason why they are close is because Tan Lin has expressed his dislike for Fu Tong in various public occasions. .

Black fans first, well deserved.

However, Fu Tong never took it seriously, and when asked by reporters, he just laughed and said nothing. In contrast, Tan Lin seemed a lot naive and suspected of looking for trouble.

Tan Lin was very angry, but there was nothing he could do.

Singing skills are incomparable.

Fans can't compare.

The face is also a bit worse.

Are you angry?

Anyway, Tan Lin felt overwhelmed.

He raised his eyes, and the more he looked at Fu Tong's calm expression, the more he felt uncomfortable: "It's so unlucky, if I knew you were here, I would never accept this announcement."

Fu Tong kindly reminded: "Actually, you can refund it now, but the liquidated damages are a bit expensive."

Tan Lin: "..."

Why is this person so annoying!

He didn't want to say anything anymore, at this moment, the person next to him followed up the conversation: "Brother Tan, there is no need to be angry for some unworthy people."

The voice was full of sarcasm, as if Fu Tong was someone who couldn't get on the stage.

but it sounds familiar

Looking at it again, it is not only familiar, but also very familiar - it is the former assistant who was replaced by Fu Tong, Fan Qiming.

He is not good at business, has a bad mind, and will sell the artist's whereabouts to those gossip paparazzi. Fu Tong has always looked down on him, but he didn't expect to be picked up by Tan Lin now.

What a poor little one.

Fu Tong clicked his tongue in his heart, and Fan Qiming's eyes slowly shifted to Huang Lang and Cang Huai, and he said in a strange way: "Brother Tong, your two new assistants don't seem to be very sensible. There is a mentor show on stage, why didn't you even bring water to moisten your throat?"

Huang Lang and Cang Huai's hands were indeed empty.

Fan Qiming looked a little smug: "I have to teach you some things. As an assistant, you must be considerate, otherwise, what do you want to do, at least—"

Then the words stopped suddenly.

Fu Tong turned his head and saw Cang Huai silently take out a thermos cup from behind, which is super large capacity, healthy and environmentally friendly.

Fu Tong almost laughed out loud, and turned to look at Fan Qiming.

Fan Qiming's face darkened: "There must be something to protect the throat."

Cang Huai took out a small bottle.

Fan Qiming: "The temperature in the backstage is different from that in the front. You should prepare the things you need to bring with both hands."

Canghuai took out a small fan jacket and even a warm baby.

Fan Qiming: "Artists who stay on stage for too long tend to overheat and faint."

Cang Huai took out the small medicine box.

Fan Qiming: "..."

This time he didn't need to continue talking, Cang Huai took out the things he brought one after another, everything you need, only you can't think of it, without him you can't bring it.

Fan Qiming's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak at all.

What a long face.

Fu Tong suppressed a smile in his heart, and maintained a normal look on his face, looking at Huang Lang and Cang Huai: "Have you heard what your seniors said? So it is better to do more than to say more, and you must remember it."

These words seemed to be addressed to Huang Lang and Cang Huai, but they actually knew who was present and how many people were there.

And the two little monsters were also very bad, not only said they remembered, but also sincerely thanked Fan Qiming.

Fan Qiming's face was ugly, Fu Tong was the complete opposite, and entered the dressing room with a smile.

After the makeup was done, the director over there came over, checked the process with them again, and the recording started.

And it was only at this moment that Fu Tong realized how childish Tan Lin could be.

Fu Tong always has a few thorns in the players that he thinks are good.

Fu Tong always votes against the players who can advance directly.

In short, as long as he could confront Fu Tong, Tan Lin did everything he could. In the end, the director couldn't see it, so he temporarily interrupted the recording and asked him to do ideological work for 10 minutes, and finally things went smoothly afterwards.

But Fu Tong didn't respond the whole time, as if Tan Lin wasn't targeting him.

Five hours later, the first day of recording was over.

Fu Tong returned to the backstage, and the little Huang Maoer immediately came over, offering water and tissues, and by the way, defending him: "Brother Tong, why is Tan Lin like this? Fortunately, I used to like him quite a bit, what a fool." It's almost over."

Fu Tong paused the hand holding the makeup remover towel, and glanced at him with a half-smile.

Huang Lang realized that something was wrong, and smiled embarrassedly and flatteringly: "It is true that I have a little more walls, but Brother Tong, you are definitely ranked first."

This Fu Tong believed it.

Seeing his expression soften, Xiao Huangmaoer quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly changed the subject: "And Brother Tong, Tan Lin is targeting you so much, but why do I think you are not angry?"

Obviously such a fierce person.

Use a knife to scare people to death.

Fu Tong didn't know what Huang Lang was thinking, and touched his chin when he heard this: "Don't you think Tan Lin is cute when he is silly sometimes?"

Huang Lang: "..."

Lu Chuan: "..."

Cang Huai: "..."

I really don't feel it at all.

Lu Chuan tilted his head, with an expression on his face that you are stunned by anger.

Fu Tong laughed: "I think it's good that he's like this, he's open and frank, unlike some people, who look very friendly on the surface, but they are all responsible for the stabbing in the back."

"That's true." Lu Chuan nodded in agreement, "Even this kid is a little too stupid. How can I use the words from before... Secondary illness?"

Really apt.

Fu Tong shook his head and laughed, and quickly removed his make-up without stopping: "Where's my phone?"

Huang Lang suddenly seemed to remember something: "I almost forgot, someone kept calling you during the recording just now, because it was a number that I couldn't even find out where I belonged, so I didn't answer it."

As he spoke, he handed the phone to Fu Tong, and Fu Tong took it over and saw a string of missed call reminders on the screen.

I started calling last hour, and now there are 81 calls.

Persevering enough.

Just as Fu Tong thought about it, the screen froze suddenly, and then the No.80 call came.

He squinted his eyes and pressed on.

And almost at the same time the call was successfully connected, a panicked voice came from the microphone.

"Brother! Rao She and Fan Xiu, after they arrived in Xiangxi, suddenly, suddenly there was no news!"

The author has something to say: Fu Qianyuan: "Wronged, pitiful, helpless."

Fu Atong: "..."

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