Mr. Fu is always too annoying

The little water ghost didn't know how to hide his breath, and Fu Tong didn't pay much attention, so he didn't find him along the way.

Seeing Fu Tong looking at him, the little water ghost sniffed and took two steps forward timidly: "That, that, I, I can follow..."

Fu Tong interrupted him: "No."

The little water ghost paused, and a layer of mist instantly covered its eyes.

Even if you stutter, it's still a little crying bag.

Fu Tong's head hurt, but he couldn't say anything serious to the baby face in front of him: "What's your name?"

"Tang Mian." The little water ghost obediently replied holding the lotus leaf, "Tang is the Tang Dynasty in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and Mian is the cotton that stretches for thousands of miles."

He didn't stutter when he introduced his name.

Probably asked too much.

Fu Tong glanced at him: "Okay, little friend Tang Mian, I'm Fu Tong, nice to meet you, and it's getting late now, you can go home."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave. Tang Mian panicked instantly, reached out and grabbed Fu Tong's sleeve, stammered again, and said, "Don't, don't go, I, I..."

It was really hard for him to speak, and Fu Tong was not a patient person: "Do you want to be stewed?"

The little water ghost trembled, but he still held on and did not let go of his hand, tears streaming down his face: "I, I..."

It was just after lunch time, and many people in the community were walking their dogs. They couldn't see the little water ghost, so they felt that Fu Tong was talking to the air, and frequently cast strange glances at him.

Fu Tong frowned, and the little water ghost's eyes were disturbed, but the hand that was pulling the hem of his clothes became tighter and tighter, and the veins bulging on the back of the hand could even be seen.

The two of them stalemate for a while, Mr. Yazi couldn't bear to lose his temper with such a poor little guy: "Forget it, you go up with me first, and you can't cry casually after you get up, or you will be stewed, hear?"

The little water ghost cried: "I, I can't control it."

Fu Tong felt powerless, so he simply said nothing, and went upstairs with Fu Qianyuan and brought the little water ghost.

After staying in the water for so many years, Tang Mian was unavoidably apprehensive when he came to someone's house for the first time. He huddled under the big lotus leaf and dared not move.

There were no new slippers at home, so Fu Qianyuan flipped a shoe cover for him, and Tang Mian thanked him softly: "Thank you, I promise, I promise, I won't drip water on the floor."

Fu Tong didn't care about this: "Tell me, what are you doing with me?"

The little water ghost hugged the big lotus leaf tightly: "You, you saved me, I, I, I have to repay my kindness."

"What kind of repayment method?"

"..." Tang Mian suddenly became shy, "I agree with you, yes, is that okay?"

Mr. Yazi: Hmm?

Fu Qianyuan's eyes darkened slightly, and before Fu Tong spoke, he said in a flat tone, "No."

The little water ghost looked at him: "I, I didn't..."

He may also think that he is not good at speaking, so he didn't continue to say the following words this time, but took out a pencil and writing board from nowhere, wrote a line of words on it, and then turned around.

[I didn't ask you again! ! ! ]

Three exclamation points, followed by an angry emoji.

Fu Qianyuan looked at him expressionlessly, with a faint coercion around him.

Mr. Long, who is born noble, occasionally has childish moments.

Tang Mian, an ordinary water ghost, couldn't bear the pressure of the Destiny Dragon. His rosy face turned white soon, but he didn't run away. Holding back his tears, he added an exclamation mark on the writing board.

Fu Qianyuan: "..."

Fu Tong watched from the side and almost laughed out loud: "Okay, put away the coercion, and you are still here."

He looked at Tang Mian: "Don't tell me these things here. You'd better tell me what your purpose is. I don't think you'd like to see the result of making me angry."

Tang Mian was really afraid of him, so she flinched, sniffed and continued writing on the board.

[Can I stay here? ]

"The reason?"

[I came out to look for someone, but this city is too big, I am afraid that I will die outside in an accident before I find it, I want to find a place to stop, you, can you take me in first? ]

"Going with a stranger so casually, aren't you afraid that you will be stewed?"

The little water ghost lowered his head to write seriously.

[You saved me, I think you are a good person. ]

Next to him was a cute and shy stick figure.

Mr. Yazi, who was caught off guard and got a good person card, was inexplicably complicated.

He raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, but he didn't hide his aura anymore.

Unlike Fu Qianyuan's coercion just to scare the children, Fu Tong didn't hold back the slightest bit. The breath of the ancient beast was icy cold and filled with endless evil spirit, which instantly froze the windows behind him.

Tang Mian was so frightened that she closed her eyes and shivered under the big lotus leaf umbrella.

Fu Tong took his breath away, and smiled at him casually: "See, you are serious about treating the beast as a good person?"

Tang Mian watched him with two packs of tears in his eyes and said nothing.

Fu Tong was a little soft-hearted again, pulled a tissue and handed it over, and said, "Okay, put away your tears, I'll fill up the bathtub later, you'll have one night, go back tomorrow."

He didn't intend to keep Tang Mian, firstly, he didn't like trouble, and secondly, this wasn't his home in the first place.

The little water ghost hid his face behind the big lotus leaf and sucked his nose vigorously. Although he was disappointed, he still politely bowed to Fu Tong to thank him.

Good boy.

Fu Tong touched the big lotus leaf in front of him, and took the little water ghost to the bathroom to settle down. Fu Qianyuan stood behind with his eyebrows slightly drooping: "I thought you would keep him."

Fu Tong closed the bathroom door: "Why do you think so?"

"You used to like these cute things." Fu Qianyuan looked at him, "I remember you caught and raised a snow rabbit at that time, but after a few days of raising it, you saw how pitiful it was and then put it back. A long time."

Xiao Zaizai was soft-hearted, seeing the wet eyes of the snow rabbits, he couldn't bear to keep them at home, so he let them go, but he was reluctant to let go, unhappy, and didn't go out for two or three days.

Now that I think about it, it's really silly.

Fu Tong couldn't help laughing: "I also like those cuties now, but Tang Mian was a human before he was alive and now he is a ghost, which is different from a small animal, and he is here to find someone, and sooner or later he will get there, if I really want to It's better to bring Bai Tang over."

Fu Qianyuan's eyes flickered: "Bai Tang?"

Fu Tong nodded: "The little white rabbit is soft and fluffy. It looks quite similar to the snow rabbit from before. It must feel good to hold."

The voice fell, but the people next to him were silent.

Instead, the ankle is plush and soft to the touch, sticking there and rubbing back and forth.

Fu Tong lowered his head in a daze, and saw a black cat with blue eyes, round and wet.

Mr. Yazi's heart was absolutely critically hit in an instant, and he didn't move for a long time after watching him.

A smile flashed across the cat's eyes, it took a step forward, and meowed softly at Fu Tong.

The sound of milk is milky, which makes people's hearts melt.

Even if he knew that the cutie in front of him was Fu Qianyuan, Fu Tong still couldn't resist this kind of plush control welfare, so he knelt down and rubbed his head.

The cat rubbed against his palm, then raised its pink-padded paw a little, as if begging for a hug.

Fu Tong was dazzled by the beauty, he picked him up without thinking, the cat nestled in his arms, and his eyes narrowed comfortably.

so cute!

Fu Tong couldn't control his hands, so he just rubbed him while holding him. After rubbing for a while, he felt something was wrong: "Cats always snore when their chin is scratched, why don't you?"

Fu Qianyuan: "..."

The black cat let out a low purr.

"No, no, you are too fierce, not like being coquettish, like threatening... to do it all over again."

The black cat's eyes filled with helplessness, and it purred again, much softer than before.

Fu Tong was finally satisfied: "Not bad."

He pinched the black cat's pink meat pad, and couldn't help laughing: "Come back, no matter how you pretend to be a cat, you can't become a fluffy cat. It feels very disobedient."

However, when letting the cat just now, he didn't think about any sense of disobedience.

The black cat didn't want to get out of Fu Tong's arms, so it didn't move.

Mr. Yazi has already entered the sage's time after stroking the cat, and he doesn't care. He puts down the cat and goes to the bedroom. His posture is so chic. If Wen Lang is around, he will definitely be called a scumbag again.

And it's still the kind of disdainful—oh, scumbag.

Thinking of Wen Lang's tone, Fu Tong was almost amused. At this moment, he heard a cat meowing from behind, soft and aggrieved.

He shook Mr. Yazi's scumbag heart.

The bedroom is only one step away, but there must be no way to go in cruelly, Fu Tong turned his head helplessly: "It's too late, do you understand?"

Understand, but do not want to understand.

The black cat squatted down next to him, its round eyes were filled with water, and it looked as pitiful as it could be.

Fu Tong knew that things were going to be bad, but he just couldn't move his eyes. He lowered his head and looked at the cat for two or three minutes. After all, he chose to give up struggling: "What do you want to do?"

The black cat didn't speak, and took half a step in the direction of the bedroom with cat steps.

Fu Tong understood, the feeling was that he pretended to be a cat and didn't sneak into his door last time, and now he had to do it again.

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes: "No."

The black cat turned its head, its eyes were blue, and it let out another aggrieved meow.

Fu Tong: "..."

Half a minute later, Mr. Yazi, who had said no just now, took the cat and closed the bedroom door resignedly.

The kitten was still very soft, and it rubbed Fu Tong's cheek affectionately.

But Fu Tong only felt that he was in a complicated mood. It was something he wished for to be pestered by such a cutie, but when he thought that the fluffy ball was the ex-boyfriend of a big pig's hoof, it was a little different.

want to knead.

I don't want to be so useless.

Fu Tong looked at the cat squatting over there pretending to be well-behaved. After struggling for a few minutes, he gave up struggling and found a pillow and put it on the corner of the bed: "You sleep here tonight, don't move or make trouble, or you will be thrown away." go out."

The black cat tilted its head: "Meow."

Fu Tong suddenly softened again: "...Are you afraid of the cold? Do you need to fold a pillow towel for you to use as a quilt?"

The answer was a clump of cats nestling on the pillow.

It's quite easy to raise.

Fu Tong deliberately made himself stop looking at him, turned off the light and lay down, the black cat was huddled in the corner of the bed, as he said, he didn't make any sound.

His sense of existence was so weak, gradually Fu Tong really didn't care much, and fell asleep hugging the corner of the quilt.

In the dream, it was March in Yangchun, the flowers beside the Longmian Stream were blooming, and the stream was murmuring.

Lying in the gentle wind with his eyes closed, he heard someone close to his ear, saying in a very gentle voice——

"Good night."

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