Mr. Fu is always too annoying

For a moment, Fu Tong thought he had heard wrong.

He opened his mouth in a daze: "...who?"

"Fu Qianyuan." Wen Rong repeated, "I'll take him back to the studio first, come over if you're free, the situation here is a bit complicated, he... looks quite embarrassed."

Embarrassed.

Fu Tong was a little dazed: "...Did I admit my mistake?"

Who is Fu Qianyuan?A big monster whose age is over five digits, and a Destiny Dragon who co-exists with the heavens and the earth, is born noble and embarrassing. These two words should not and cannot appear on him.

But Fu Tong also knew that the chance of Wen Rong admitting the wrong person was almost zero.

Even if he had never met Fu Qianyuan, there would never be another Destiny Dragon in this world.

The more Fu Tong thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

He was already flustered because of the bruised dragon in the dementor's illusion and his sudden merit. Now that Fu Qianyuan has been missing for so many days for no reason, and the situation is like this again, the combination of several things, the panic is undoubtedly It was enlarged again.

There was no sound from him all the time, Wen Rong was a little worried, and called him softly: "Fu Tong?"

Fu Tong came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he tightened his fingers unconsciously: "...I see, is the studio right? You...I'll be later, no...I, I'll go there now."

His voice trembled, and the panic in his words was obvious.

Neither Meng Qi nor Fu Tong could remain indifferent to matters related to Fu Qianyuan, but compared to the former's fearlessness and openness, the latter showed unspeakable forbearance and restraint even when he panicked.

Wen Rong felt distressed, and slowed down his voice: "It's okay, take your time, I'll wait for you."

Fu Tong gave a low hum, hung up the phone and hurried to the front to ask the director for leave.

At this moment, there are less than 5 minutes left before the recording starts. Asking for leave is a joke. The director originally wanted to dismiss it, but seeing Fu Tonghun's distraught appearance and Tan Lin who was still covering his stomach and drinking hot water next to him, he knew that he would not let go. Man, this game will definitely not be recorded.

Three commented and two were abolished.

What do you want me to do?

So he could only wave his hand and let go with a frowning face.

Mr. Manager also rarely said much, and drove him to the studio with the fastest speed and driving skills, shortening the journey of more than 40 minutes to half.

Fu Tong hurried over, and met Wen Lang at the door, the little Zaizai squatting there holding a gaudy gift box, he was too timid to go in.

Seeing Fu Tong, he was stunned for a moment: "Why are you here?"

Fu Tong didn't want to mention Fu Qianyuan's matter: "...Wen Rong has something to do with me...why don't you go in?"

Wen Lang looked hopeless: "I dare not."

Fu Tong felt that this scene was a bit familiar: "Are you making Wen Rong angry again?"

Xiao Zaizai didn't want to admit it: "We just made a little mistake in family communication, and where did you come from the word you? My brother and I have such a good temper, so don't talk nonsense."

good temper?

May I ask, are you talking about you who are full of skills, or are you talking about the Wen Rong who can chase you from one side of the Wuzhong Mountain to the other when he gets angry?

There are too many slots in Xiao Zai Zai's words. Normally Fu Tong would raise his eyebrows and fight with him, but today he is not in that mood. Hearing the words, he just replied vaguely: "Then you want to go up with me?" ?”

Wen Lang was keenly aware that something was wrong with him: "What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood or not feeling well?"

Fu Tong shook his head: "...Let's go?"

He obviously didn't want to say more, His Majesty Taotie was very caring, so he didn't ask any more, and stood up holding the big gift box that was so flowery that he had no friends: "Let's go!"

The word "scandium" is powerful, and even the back view has a feeling that death is at home.

Fu Tong looked at it, and his mood eased up for no reason. After taking a deep breath outside, he lowered his eyes and followed.

The warm personal rest room is at the back of the studio.

Wen Lang faltered again at the critical juncture, hiding beside him, not daring to knock on the door, and looking at Fu Tong eagerly.

Helpless, Fu Tong raised his hand and knocked on the door, and a gentle voice quickly rang out from the door: "Come in."

The two walked in one after the other, Wen Lang hid tightly behind Fu Tong, Wen Rong didn't know that his gluttonous cub was also here, raised his eyes and smiled at Fu Tong: "Here we are, but you What is that... in the back?"

What he was talking about was the strap of the gift box, and Wen Lang didn't hurry to reveal it.

It's your cub.

Wen Lang poked his head out from behind Fu Tong timidly, and flattered him, "It's me, brother... I miss you, do you miss me?"

Wen Rong's expression was still peaceful: "You go to the small studio next to me and wait for me, I'll go over later."

No matter the tone or expression, there was no sign of anger at all, but Wen Lang could tell at a glance that he was probably going to finish lying down, so he said okay in a weak voice, then bowed his head and retreated into the studio on the right.

The door opens and closes, separating the inside and the outside.

Fu Tong's voice was still hoarse: "Where is he...?"

"The rest room on the left." Wen Rong pointed in the direction he said, "I saw him next to Longdu Mountain, he should still be in a coma, you... go there, Langlang and I are right next to you, If you need anything, come to us, don't be unhappy."

His voice is warm and harmonious, as are his eyes.

Being cared by such a gentle person, the heart is easy to soften.

Fu Tong hummed lightly, Wen Rong stopped talking, turned around and went to the nearby studio to train the cubs, leaving Fu Tong standing there alone, silent for a long time, and then slowly walked towards the lounge, raised his hands and stood there. On the doorknob.

"Squeak-"

The door was slowly pushed open.

Dragon air and water mist swept from inside, and the coldness carried some warmth and softness buried deep below, which was a feeling that Fu Tong was all too familiar with before.

But this sense of familiarity only lasted less than three seconds.

In the next second, the pupils shrank suddenly.

He saw Fu Qianyuan.

The blue dragon coiled and floated in mid-air, shrouded in hazy mist and rain, and light golden light spots wrapped around it, reflecting the dragon scales on his body bit by bit.

Dull and grey, broken.

It seems that the slightest touch will leave irreparable cracks on it.

Fu Tong used to like Fu Qianyuan's dragon shape, mainly because of his scales, which are as moist as black jade, showing a little green under the sky, and can feel the warmth when covered.

But now, those are all gone.

Those deep sea-like blue eyes were also tightly closed, leaving only a layer of translucent film, silently covering up all the luster.

dim.

pale.

weak.

Such Fu Qianyuan, in front of Fu Tong's eyes, slowly overlapped with the bruised dragon in Dementor's Illusion, Fu Tong's lips trembled, he stepped back unconsciously, and his whole body hit the door with a bang bang.

But even so, Fu Qianyuan still didn't wake up.

Fu Tong clung to the door weakly with his fingers, and failed to stand up even after trying several times.

The people in the studio heard the commotion and came out from the side. Wen Lang didn't know the reason, but was startled when he saw Fu Tong's appearance, and hurried over to help him up: "What's wrong with you?"

He looked into the door while talking, Wen Rong knew that Fu Tong didn't want so many people to know about his past, so he closed the door before Wen Lang saw it, and ordered his son to go to the kitchen to pour hot water.

Wen Lang went there in a hurry, Wen Rong raised his hand and pressed Fu Tong's forehead: "Are you okay?"

Fu Tong's fingers were cold: "He..."

"He's fine. Those wounds on his body are old. The inside has almost healed, and the cracks on the surface will heal. It's just a matter of time. Don't worry, he should be waking up soon."

Fu Tong naturally believed what Bai Ze said.

He was a little relieved: "...Okay."

Speaking out, the voice is still hoarse.

Wen Rong felt sorry for him, but he didn't know what to say to make the little cub in front of him completely at ease.

He knew in his heart that Fu Tong didn't need any comfort at this time.

Wen Rong sighed in his heart, just as Wen Lang came back with hot water, he handed the water to Fu Tong: "Wannuan, everything will be fine."

Fu Tong took it and held the hot cup in his palm to melt away the coldness.

In Wen Lang's eyes, Fu Tong has always been a melon who can turn his popularity into a puffer fish in minutes when he talks and does things. This is the first time he has seen him panicked.

In contrast, His Majesty Taotie still thinks that Fu Tong looks more pleasing to the eye as before, but he is not a gentle boy who can comfort others, so after thinking for a long time, he only came up with one sentence: "Don't be sad, it's a big deal, I'll let you go in the future." I will never make your sand sculpture emoticon package and post it on Weibo to share with others.”

Bai Ze is the head of auspicious beasts, born with the ability to comfort, and knowing that Fu Qianyuan is fine, Fu Tong's mood eased up after the panic, and now when he heard Wen Lang's words, his attention was instantly diverted: "Wait a minute …For a long time, you made those sand sculpture emoticons I wanted to destroy?”

Wen Lang: "..."

cough.

Wen Lang touched his nose: "Isn't that all from the past? Hey, really, that's not the point. How are you feeling now? If you're still not feeling well, do you want me to tell you a joke?"

Fu Tong was expressionless: "Speak."

Wen Lang just said that casually, but in fact there was no joke in stock at all, so he was stunned.

Wen Rong laughed helplessly: "Don't make trouble."

The two ferocious beast cubs looked at each other, and each of them saw in each other's eyes the malice of wanting to press the person in front of them to the ground and rub against each other.

But after being made such a fuss, Fu Tong's previous sense of helplessness was completely gone. He held a hot water cup and looked at Wen Rong: "I... I just learned something, can I talk to you?"

Wen Lang's eyes lit up in an instant, and the peach blossoms flickered, the anticipation inside was so full that it was about to overflow.

Wen Rong had just finished training his cub, when he heard the words, he first said hello to Fu Tong, and then looked at Wen Lang: "Go back to the studio on the left and wait for me, don't slip away."

Wen Lang's face collapsed in an instant, with nothing to love.

There was a bit of doting and helplessness in Wen Rong's eyes, but Xiao Zai Zai didn't see it. After Wen Lang returned to the studio, he smiled at Fu Tong with warm eyes, waiting for him to speak.

But Fu Tong didn't speak, he just raised his hand and tapped on his eyebrows, all the hidden merits were revealed from him at this moment, entwined with light.

gold.

light.

flash.

flash.

The author has something to say: Wen Rong: "...Why do you, a beast, have more merit than mine?"

Fu Tong: "This is a big problem, and I'm panicked."

Wen Lang: "Don't panic, why don't I make an emoji to calm you down?"