Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Lu Chuan, courtesy name Yanchi.

A stone inkstone that was refined during the Wei and Jin Dynasties has traveled the world for more than 700 years, seeing all the changes in the four seasons, and often inviting two or three friends to cook tea and wine in leisure time, which really deserves the legacy of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

suave.

A gentleman is dignified.

……

But that was all in the past.

The current Mr. Lu Chuan and Lu Yanchi suffer from headaches from his big bosses every day, want to resign but can’t resign, always feel that he may be bald all the time, and the former Fengya is also lost under the complex society and the ruthless destruction of the big bosses. Most of the time, there was only a strong desire to survive and countless hair growth serums on the table.

If necessary, a wig might also be considered.

Because hair transplants are expensive.

Lu Chuan: [full of melancholy].jpg

So when he suddenly knew that he could still play the role of a confidant brother in front of the boss, Mr. Manager was undoubtedly very shocked.

Recording group background.

Lu Chuan nestled in the corner, not knowing what kind of expression he should use to face Fu Tong: "Boss... I have been soloing for more than 1000 years, are you sure you want to ask me about this kind of thing?"

Mr. Broker felt a little worried.

After all, he is the kind of person who has no unspeakable experience, and it is almost enough to stick a few more pure heart charms on the instinct cycle, and sometimes he doesn't even need to soak in cold water.

So not only can't he empathize with the boss's troubles, but he is also a little envious.

Ok……

In short, the mood is not generally complicated.

Fu Tong glanced at him sideways: "Didn't you say that you have seen a lot of people and things, you know everything, and you can solve my problems at any time?"

Lu Chuan choked.

It is not good to say too much, it is easy to overturn.

The manager reflected silently: "This kind of private question is really... Come on, let's analyze it carefully. Has Mr. Bai Ze told you about this kind of thing before?"

Fu Tong shook his head: "It's not a serious matter, why would he tell me?"

Lu Chuan had an expression that I knew: "I didn't mention it before but now I mention it, which means that you must not be the same as before. It's too hurtful. You may think it doesn't matter if you are single now. If you find a suitable one in the future Wouldn't it be embarrassing for a person to find that something can't stand up at a critical moment?"

Fu Tong thought about the scene and chose to remain silent.

Lu Chuan made up the knife at the right time: "That kind of disharmony in life can easily lead to relationship problems. You should know, right?"

I don't know.

Fu Tong was expressionless: "So is there any way?"

Lu Chuan touched his chin and thought for a while: "I really have a way, but I don't know if you can do it."

"what?"

"If we can't suppress it, let's raise it." Lu Chuan said, "First find a suitable person to accompany you through this special period. To be honest, I think your ex-boyfriend is very good, um...how do you look?"

Fu Tong did not hesitate: "Impossible."

Lu Chuan felt that the big brother's reaction seemed a little fierce, and after thinking about it, he understood: "That's right, your ex-boyfriend is not doing well, so he can't do this."

Fu Tong: "..."

At this time, no matter how stupid Fu Tong was, he knew that he had found the wrong person: "You can go."

"Don't, big brother." Once Lu Chuan's gossip came up, he couldn't stop, "Tell me what you plan to do first? Alas, you just watch the road. The ground is full of water, so don't step on it."

But it's too late.

Fu Tong had already stepped into the pool of water. He was wearing casual shoes today, which were not nearly as waterproof, and they were soaked in an instant.

He frowned and took a step back, followed by Lu Chuan helplessly behind him: "It's okay, don't you have two or three days to figure out a solution? No matter how worried you are, you have to live a good life. Don't think too much about it, but what happened to this puddle of water?" here?"

Although the topic changed suddenly, it was normal.

The staff of the recording team are quite reliable, it is impossible to leave such an obvious puddle of water here.

Fu Tong also felt strange. Just as he was about to speak, the backstage assistant next to them noticed that something was wrong with them, and came over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Chuan pointed to the ground.

The assistant looked down and saw that his expression was a little ugly. He raised his voice and asked the people around him: "Who is so ungrateful to keep pouring water here? It's been five or six times in half an hour. After splashing, rubbing, and splashing, there's still time left." Is it over?"

What you get is naturally all denial.

Lu Chuan and Fu Tong looked at each other: "Five or six times?"

The assistant frowned and nodded: "Just splashing around here, several people's shoes have already been reimbursed, and the spare shoes of the recording team have just been used up, look..."

Lu Chuan waved his hand: "It's okay, we have spares."

As he said that, he called Cang Huai over. His talent and skills finally came into play. Ghost Wood Box was very happy, and quickly took several pairs of shoes of different styles from the backpack used for blinding eyes for Fu Tong to choose from, and said: If you don't like it, there are others.

Big coffee is different, the assistant's business ability is stronger than others.

The assistant sighed in his heart. After seeing that Fu Tong didn't mean to be angry, he was relieved, cleaned the floor and went back to work.

After changing his shoes, Fu Tong lowered his voice: "There's something wrong with the water, let's go and have a look."

The three of Lu Chuan were inexplicably excited: "Good!"

Fu Tong didn't quite understand what the excitement of this group of people was. After thinking about it for a while, he bowed his head and walked straight to the bathroom.

There is a ghost in the water, and the most intense place is there.

The three hurriedly followed, stopped when they reached the door, and asked the boss nervously: "Do you need to cast an enchantment?"

Fu Tong felt that the ghost inside had no malicious intentions, but just in case, he asked Lu Chuan to cast a barrier with blinding eyes.

In this way, the space is isolated, at least people who come in will not think they are crazy.

Lu Chuan's four-digit age was not in vain, and he got in quickly. A few people went in, looked around but found nothing suspicious, and the ghostly aura he felt outside just now disappeared.

Huang Lang blinked blankly: "...Is it because my knowledge is too low? Why didn't I see anything."

In fact, Lu Chuan and Cang Huai are also the same, but they won't say it, after all, they are not young, and they want to lose face.

Several people looked at Fu Tong together, but Fu Tong didn't respond to them, and his eyes slowly stopped on the ground in front of the sink.

There was a big lotus leaf lying there. I don't know how long it had been left there, and the edges were all withered.

Lu Chuan went over to touch it, but didn't feel any breath of life on it: "What's wrong?"

Fu Tong looked at Cang Huai: "Is there a bigger container? A wooden barrel or something."

Cang Huai said in shame: "Is there no... pot? It's quite big."

Fu Tong smiled: "OK."

Cang Huai dragged out a pot, but he didn't know what it was used for, it was big enough for an adult to sit in it.

Fu Tong filled it with water, picked up the big lotus leaves and put them in.

When the lotus leaf entered the water, it immediately made a gurgling sound. It sounded like someone was drinking water.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and then looked carefully, and found that the water in the pot was getting lower little by little, and the ghost aura that disappeared before made a comeback at the same time, slowly overflowing the surroundings.

When the water stopped falling, there was only half of the water left in the pot, and the edges of the lotus leaves were no longer dry, like jasper, very beautiful.

Fu Tong lightly tapped on the leaves: "Come out."

The lotus leaf trembled, and after a while, it suddenly lifted up, but not all the people came out, only a pair of dark eyes were revealed: "You, hello, thank you, thank you, thank you."

It's a little water ghost.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "Are we scary? Nervous enough to stutter?"

"No, it's not." The little water ghost hurriedly shook his head, "I, I, just like this, no, no, don't be nervous."

It turned out to be a stuttering little water ghost.

Fu Tong smiled: "Isn't the water ghost unable to live without water? What are you doing here, looking for a dead ghost?"

The little water ghost was startled, and immediately shook his head even more violently: "No, I, I, I won't harm anyone, I, I..."

He spoke too hard, Fu Tong didn't have the patience to listen, and he didn't think there was any need to listen, so he opened his mouth before the little water ghost finished speaking: "Okay, just don't hurt anyone, don't run around in the future, or sooner or later to die outside."

The little water ghost hesitated to speak, but before he could say anything, he heard Fu Tong's voice again: "Also, don't let me find out that you are going to harm someone, otherwise..."

He pointed to the pot: "Otherwise, I'll stew you."

Only then did the little water ghost realize that the container in which he was stored was actually a pot, and he panicked, hugging his lotus leaf umbrella and shrinking back, with tears in his eyes.

It was as if the little pitiful had met the big devil.

There is no hostility or malice in him, he is indeed a kind and harmless ghost, coupled with that baby face and the appearance of crying or not, it instantly makes Mr. Yazi feel that his heart is about to be filled with guilt.

Fu Tong touched his nose: "...Why are you crying, come out."

The little water ghost didn't dare to disobey him, and came out of the pot holding back his tears. He had been squatting in the pot just now, and he didn't look tall, but he was quite short when he stood up. He looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Fu Tong's guilt suddenly became heavier, so he didn't scare him anymore, and asked Cang Huai to put away the pot and retreat out of the barrier.

The little water ghost didn't follow, but hid behind the door with his lotus-leaf umbrella and watched him secretly.

At this time, there were less than 3 minutes before the start of the recording, and Fu Tong had been urging him all the time, so Fu Tong had no time to think about anything else, so he hurried to the front desk.

This recording is more than five hours.

When he came out again, there was no sign of the little water ghost around.

This was just a small episode, Fu Tong didn't care much, he took off his make-up and changed clothes as usual and went home, when he was about to reach the unit floor, he heard the phone ringing, there was no name on the caller ID, it was a string of strange numbers.

Fu Tong picked it up and gave a hello, and the person on the other side of the microphone quickly answered, with a low and gentle voice: "Are you home soon?"

It's Fu Qianyuan.

Fu Tong was taken aback, and just about to speak, he heard Fu Qianyuan speak again, his voice was a little softer than the previous sentence: "I see you, Zai Zai, look up."

Fu Tong raised his head in a daze, and then saw Fu Qianyuan not far away. He was standing under the streetlight beside the building, his whole body was enveloped by the warm light, and he looked extremely soft.

Seeing Fu Tong looking over, he smiled, didn't hang up the phone, walked up to Fu Tong slowly, spoke into the microphone, but kept his eyes fixed on the person in front of him, and said slowly: "Welcome home. "

Fu Tongxin trembled, turned his eyes away, and hummed in a low voice.

Fu Qianyuan's eyes were softer, and he walked a few steps into the building side by side with Fu Tong, but suddenly stopped when he was about to climb the steps, and asked, "The one behind...do you know it?"

Fu Tong paused, turned his head after following his words, and then saw the little water ghost under the illumination of the surrounding street lights, standing there holding the big lotus leaf, looking at him with those wet eyes.

Cute and pathetic.

Wronged Baba.