Mr. Fu is always too annoying

With a pair of peach blossom eyes, who can also be called Mr. Fu Tong, a workaholic, there will be no one else except Wen Lang.

Fu Tong smiled: "Why are you here?"

Wen Lang didn't answer his words, and smiled along with two small dimples on his cheeks: "How does it feel to be in a relationship? But aren't you a little too high-profile? I'm afraid you want to be popular when you walk around the street in couples' outfits in broad daylight. "

Fu Tong was a little helpless: "What nonsense, if I really fall in love, can I not tell you?"

Stop it.

You can definitely do this kind of thing.

Wen Lang thought so in his heart, still smiling on his face, went around and sat down beside Fu Tong, his peachy eyes curled up slightly: "Tell me."

"say what?"

"The one who was with you just now." Wen Lang smiled and glanced in the direction where Fu Qianyuan was leaving, "Are you two serious about dating, or did you find them temporarily to cope with the estrus... um."

He thought for a minute, and finally came up with an accurate definition: "Friends with benefits?"

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tongxin was very tired, and didn't know what to say for a while. In the end, he could only rub his eyebrows weakly: "To be honest, I don't think this kind of thing should be paid attention to by you as a minor."

Wen Lang had an expression on your face that you don't want to pretend: "Couldn't it be you who sent me the little pornographic pictures when you were free?"

……cough.

Mr. Yazi was embarrassed: "...Didn't I want you to know something about your adult life? Do you understand enlightenment education? Okay, I know you don't understand, so how about changing the topic?"

Wen Lang clicked his tongue: "What if I don't change?"

"So disobedient..." Fu Tong pretended to think about it for a while, rubbed his chin and laughed, "Then I'm going to talk to Wen Rong about your education."

Now the one who was choked to the point of being speechless became Wen Lang.

Xiao Zaizai sat there stiffly, his peach blossom eyes opened into apricot eyes because of the shock: "No, you are an old monster with a four-digit age, and you are still suing black?"

Haven't you sued me enough against Wen Rong?

Fu Tong looked at him with a smile: "This is the legendary cycle of karma and reincarnation, and it has nothing to do with age... Okay, don't look at me like that, why are you here alone? Where's the assistant? Where is your Mr. Qin?"

Wen Lang didn't realize that the original topic had been diverted by the scheming in front of him, so he continued the conversation naturally: "They're not here, I came here to buy some gifts."

Fu Tong did some calculations and found that the nearest Mid-Autumn Festival is still more than 20 days away. He was a little puzzled: "It's not a festival, who are you buying it for?"

After finishing the words, I saw the little cub in front of me lowered his head little by little, looking very embarrassed.

Oh wow.

Fu Tong originally asked casually and didn't care too much, but now he was really curious.

After all, the cub in front of him has always adhered to the principle of being brave even if he is not straightforward. It is really rare to see him shy.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows and asked again: "Who did you buy it for?"

The soft gluttonous cub raised his claws and cupped his face, then said three words in a voice that couldn't be lowered.

"... Mr. Qin."

Mr. Qin was talking about Qin Jingshen, who is currently Wen Lang's legal guardian, referred to as the owner.

He is also the person in charge of Huanyu Entertainment, the brokerage company where Fu Tong and Wen Lang work.

Fu Tong let out another cry in his heart.

Wen Lang didn't want to talk to him about it any more, so he rolled his eyes awkwardly: "What do you think I should buy?"

Fu Tong actually wanted to say, "You can just buy a silk belt and send it to you." After thinking about it carefully, he felt that Wen Rong might not come here every minute to find him desperately, so he regretfully chose to give up: It's better for you to make up your own mind, but why did you buy gifts here? Can't Zhou Shui satisfy you? Or are you suddenly hungry while shopping?"

Zhoushui Street is the most diverse commercial street in Longdu. There are all kinds of shops, and 100% meet all-round needs.

Wen Lang looked slightly embarrassed: "I'm actually going to Zhou Shui, isn't this... going the wrong way?"

The voice of the last four words was suppressed so low that Fu Tong was so close that he almost couldn't hear clearly.

A lost beast cub.

Very good.

Fu Tong endured for a few seconds but still couldn't hold back, he lowered his head and laughed.

Wen Lang looked at him ferociously: "Are you laughing like a hammer? If you laugh any more, I'll make a fuss?"

I was so excited that I even spoke Chengdu dialect.

Fu Tong laughed again, and then reluctantly retracted it under the hateful gaze of the little boy next to him, and said with a smile: "...Okay, why don't I stop laughing? Did you see the corner in front of you? ? Just turn left and go through two traffic lights, let’s go.”

Wen Lang felt annoyed when he saw him now, so he turned around and walked towards that corner without saying a word. Fu Tong only thought it was interesting, and when Wen Lang approached the corner, he said slowly: "Also remember to buy yourself some hair growth lotion or something. , Don’t you think you’re going bald? It’s still alopecia areata, it’s horrible.”

Spotted... bald?

Wen Lang stopped, and stood at the street corner with his head down. After half a minute of silence, he turned back angrily, "Fu Tong! You melon batch! Hamaipai!"

After the nine-character angry Chengdu dialect uttered the words, it was Xiao Zai Zai who disappeared at the corner, "You are so annoying and annoying, I really want to rub you on the ground if I don't see you."

Simply interesting.

It was rare for Fu Tong to beat him in the matter of pissing off people, and he bent his eyes contentedly, thinking that this was probably the source of his happiness today, and suddenly felt his cheeks freeze.

He tilted his head, and saw Fu Qianyuan through the gap in the herbal tea packaging bag, his deep eyes reflected a warm light, and looked at him warmly and softly: "Very happy?"

Fu Tong held the herbal tea in his hand and smiled: "Well, I met Wen Lang just now."

Wen Lang.

Fu Qianyuan hadn't deliberately inquired about Fu Tong's social circle, but he was no stranger to Wen Lang, because in the past two months, he could see this name and his own cub appearing on the hot search list in the form of cp every now and then. .

He frowned slightly, and asked calmly, "You... have a good relationship with him?"

Fu Tong felt that the tone of the person in front of him was very familiar. He used to hear Fu Qianyuan say this when he stayed at Shanqiongqi's next door before returning home until midnight.

Even if Fu Qianyuan knew that there would be nothing else between him and Qiongqi other than a fight.

Fu Tong glanced at him: "What do you want to ask?"

Fu Qianyuan pursed his lips and didn't speak, but the little dragon cub on his wrist moved, and gently poked Fu Tong's palm with the tip of his tail.

Fu Tong touched his dragon horn with a cup of herbal tea, didn't continue the topic, and stood up from the bench unhurriedly: "Speaking of which, I bought herbal tea too, go back, if it's later It will be around twelve o'clock when we go back."

After finishing speaking, he gently pressed the restless tail of the little dragon cub to the side, turned around and walked towards the street with herbal tea in his arms, but he was still the same as when he was in the monster game before. Hold it tightly behind you.

The warm touch came back, with a slight damp feeling, which made people feel a little at a loss.

But Fu Qianyuan was even more at a loss than Fu Tong. He stood there with his head bowed and hesitated for a long time before saying what he wanted to say: "Zai Zai... Shall we go to the movies together on Sunday night?"

Don't even think about it.

Fu Tong refused: "I won't go, if I have that time, it's better to check Weibo at home and play with dogs, and then I..."

The following words came to an abrupt end with a sudden meow sounding from behind, and the warm feeling on the wrist immediately turned into a soft touch.

He lowered his head, and the fluffy little kitten was clinging to his waist, and it was lying up little by little. Seeing Fu Tong looking over, he meowed softly again, and cautiously stretched out the left paw, like It's about hugging.

On the other side, the little dragon cub was entangled there, looking at him with wet blue eyes.

Fu Tong: "..."

No no no can't be softhearted.

Don't you know how doggy this person is?

Take the courage with which you shut it out!

Fu Tong recited the above words silently a dozen times in his heart, then forcibly hardened his heart, and put his hands on the black cat's paws, trying to get him off.

But the black cat reacted faster than him. The moment Fu Tong came over, he raised his paw and hugged his hand, then lowered his head and rubbed gently on Fu Tong's wrist.

Soft and plush.

After all, Fu Tong couldn't resist the temptation, he pushed uncontrollably into a hug, and even lowered his head and touched the kitten's pointed ears with the tip of his nose.

Fu Qianyuan's voice sounded just right: "Go to the movies together on Sunday, okay?"

The voice fell, and turned from low to soft.

Kitten: "Meow?"

Little Dragon Cub: "Oh?"

A large and undisguised finesse scene.

Fu Tong looked at them, and really felt that his rejection just now was wrong and unnecessary. After all, from the experience of these few times, no matter how much he refused, the ending would be the same, so why bother.

He sighed silently, and chose to compromise many times: "...Which show to watch? Let me first say that I don't watch youth movies."

Fu Qianyuan had already announced Sunday's repertoire: "The Last Peterger, okay?"

This is a horror film, the director is a bigwig in the industry, and the scenes produced are very good. Fu Tong has watched several previous horror series.

Fu Tong thought about it, and thought it was okay: "Let's do this. Sunday afternoon is the live broadcast of the finals of "Glory of Nature", and it will end at about seven o'clock. One hour for eating and two hours for watching movies, and we will sleep with the dog at home."

The blue eyes of the little cat and the little dragon cub contained countless tenderness and joy, and their voices were so soft that they said, "Okay."

Mr. Yazi, who was forced to compromise, was not in such a good mood. He rubbed the kitten's head in retaliation, but he didn't intend to put it down, and slowly walked out of the street with the cat in his arms.

The surrounding breeze is gentle, the trees are full of shadows, and the wind brings a slight sweetness.

Good times on earth.