Mr. Fu is always too annoying

Wen Lang was very conscientious in selling Amway this time. While making a voice call, he didn't forget to send Fu Tong a bunch of emoticons.

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……

There are dozens of emoticons of various small animals rubbing hands without repeating.

Your Majesty the master of emoticons, Taotie, is still very good today.

There was a little smile in Fu Tong's eyes, but his words were very ruthless: "I don't want to understand, next one."

Wen Lang refused to give up: "No, you want to."

"Do not want to."

"you think."

"Do not want to."

"Do not."

"miss you!"

"..."

Seeing that the kid on the microphone was about to blow his hair, Fu Tong smiled helplessly: "Don't make trouble, what do you ask me to act in? I'm not an actor and I have no relevant experience. If I appear on the screen, I will be publicly executed." Is it?"

Wen Lang thought he was letting go, so he seized the right moment and continued to instigate: "Don't think so much, really, I think this role is tailor-made for you, how can you not perform well if you play in your true colors? Don't panic at all. "

After finishing speaking, the sound of pages turning came from the microphone, followed by Wen Lang's voice, briefly telling him the content of the script.

It was a drama of the Republic of China, titled "Seizing the Front", the director Song Qinghe was the director of Wen Lang's graduation drama, and he was kind to him. Wen Lang was originally asked to play this role, but he is currently filming "Mountains and Rivers in the World" Firstly, the schedule is not suitable, and secondly, these two are both dramas of the Republic of China, so they will inevitably be compared, and Wen Lang will be very embarrassed in the middle.

He couldn't take it, but he wanted to help his teacher. Later, Song Qinghe heard that Fu Tong was also very suitable for this role, so he came to find Fu Tong without thinking about it.

"How is it?" Fu Tong said as he poked an emoji of rubbing his hands, "I want you to take on a very good role, Mr. Aristocrat, a character like a white moonlight, and he doesn't have much part in the scene." Many, most of them appear in Memories, it won’t take up too much of your time, isn’t it great?”

"It's very good."

Fu Tong laughed in a low voice, and then continued in Wen Lang's expectant mood: "But I still don't want to answer."

Wen Lang: "..."

Do you want to be beaten?

His Majesty Taotie was expressionless, and he didn't want to mess with this person anymore, so he lowered his voice and asked, "I'll ask you one last time, will you answer?"

"No."

"Okay." Wen Lang smiled sadly, "Then I'll send my brother the news record that you said before that you would give me unscrupulous video resources and encourage me to fall in love early. As for the rest... "

He paused, and said the following words almost word for word: "I wish you good luck, um, um, da."

Fu Tong choked, for a while, he didn't know what to say to face this matter.

Why are underage kids so bad now?

Mr. Yazi regretted it at the beginning, but there was nothing he could do. He knew that the guy on the microphone was very bad, and he could 100% make a complaint.

Fu Tong frowned and thought for half a minute, but to no avail. In the end, he could only choose to compromise: "...All right."

He rubbed the center of his brows: "Show me the script, and... when is the shooting time? If it's too close, I might not be good at it, you..."

"I know." Wen Lang smiled over there, "I told Mr. Song that you don't have many scenes and you are independent, if you shoot in a centralized manner, you can finish the filming in two or three days... Can you do it in two or three days? If it really doesn't work, then...forget it, I still have a very good conscience, and I can't embarrass you at a special time."

That's what he said, but when he said those two words, Fu Tong could hear his struggle through the microphone.

This little brat.

Gee.

Fu Tong laughed silently, and looked back at Fu Qianyuan. The latter frowned slightly. He didn't really want him to go, but he didn't choose to lie, but his voice was much lower, and he said, "Almost."

Fu Tong quoted the original words: "Almost."

"That's fine, then when are you free? I'll take you to meet Mr. Song and sign the contract by the way."

In fact, the role has already been decided, and it is fine to let the agent go for this kind of thing, but Fu Tong is famous in the circle for being serious and rigorous, no matter what the situation is, he goes there in person.

Fu Tong looked at Fu Qianyuan again, and the latter rubbed his head: "Tomorrow."

Fu Tong turned the words over again without changing a word, and chatted with Wen Lang casually after setting a time, seeing that the little boy's words became more and more serious, he didn't want Fu Qianyuan to hear, so he made an excuse Cut off the call first.

The only people around were the sun hanging down, and the person with deep eyebrows looking at the cub in his arms.

Fu Tong didn't pay attention to his eyes, and put the phone back into Fu Qianyuan's pocket with his paws, a little ball.

Fu Qianyuan hugged him up: "Are you really going?"

Fu Tong tilted his head and thought for a few seconds before he realized what he was asking, and hummed in a low voice: "Wen Rong has helped me a lot, and his cub rarely asks me for something, so naturally he has to do what he can do. "

After speaking, there was no response from the person in front of him for a long time. Fu Tong gave him a strange look. He didn't know what this person was thinking, and he didn't intend to explore it. The voice suddenly sounded at this time.

"You seem to treat him very differently."

Fu Tong didn't know who he was talking about, so he subconsciously asked, "Who? Wen Rong?"

"...Wen Lang." Fu Qianyuan lowered his head to meet his eyes, and repeated what he said just now in a very low voice, "You treat him...very differently."

Even the previous one seems to have been removed this time.

Fu Tong took a subtle look at Fu Qianyuan, and felt that this man's jealousy was really inexplicable: "Stop making trouble, that's the son of Wen Rong's family, he's underage, and I can't provoke him if I provoke anyone, you know? "

Fu Qianyuan's jealousy was not reduced by his words, and he pursed his lips when he heard the words: "If Wen Rong agrees that he is an adult again, it will be fine?"

I must give full marks to your logic.

Fu Tong shook his tail casually, and didn't want to explain any more to his ex-boyfriend: "Does it have something to do with you? Fu Qianyuan, I don't think you have the position to ask me these words."

Fu Qianyuan didn't speak, just stood there with downcast eyes, silent.

Fu Tong felt that this person was a dog, so there was no need to pay attention to it, but the corner of his eye swept over there uncontrollably, bumped into those eyes, and in the next second, he was entangled by all kinds of emotions inside. The way went out.

Lost, dark, complicated, pale.

……

All in all, it's a mixed bag of flavors.

Looking at it, Fu Tong felt that the look in his eyes was both familiar and strange, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. After a few minutes of silence, he awkwardly poked Fu Qianyuan's face with the little hook on his tail. : "...What are you doing here in a daze? I want to go home."

Fu Qianyuan returned to his senses, his fingers gently wrapped around the tip of his tail, and his voice became softer: "Go home?"

Fu Tong knew that the key point of his words was the family name, and wanted to yell at him, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just rolled up the whole cub, buried his face in his paws, and replied muffled.

"Ah."

It's just one word, and it doesn't sound like much, but it's enough.

The frustration in Fu Qianyuan's eyes was gradually replaced by warmth, he lowered his head and kissed the fluffy ear of the cub in his arms, then lowered his hand before the cub blew up, and gently held his claws in his hand .

"go home."

The voice was deep and deep, with countless tenderness.

Sounds great.

……

That night, Fu Tong didn't sleep very well, and his intermittent dreams lasted until almost dawn. For a while, he dreamed that he was holding flowers and pinning them into Fu Qianyuan's dragon horns, wagging his tail and laughing in the latter's indulgent eyes, and for a while, he dreamed again Seeing him and Wen Lang hugging and rolling together, Fu Qianyuan stood silently in the corner, followed by Wen Rong and Qin Jingshen, and seemed to be holding a few cold knives in his hands.

Fu Tong: "..."

So when he woke up the next day, what Fu Qianyuan saw was another mournful cub.

He took out the porridge and put it on the table together with a few dishes of Fu Tong's favorite side dishes. After finishing these, he called out and saw that the little boy was still, so he leaned over and hugged him in his arms: "Why? Didn't you sleep well?"

Not only did I not sleep well, but I was also frightened.

It's just... well, it's unbearable to look back on.

Fu Tong raised his paw and rubbed his face. He didn't want to face it, so he hummed expressionlessly.

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Fu Qianyuan didn't ask any more questions, and rubbed the little fur on Zai Zai's back with his hands, and sat behind the dining table with him in his arms.

After 10 minutes, the porridge and side dishes on the table had bottomed out, and the fluffy white boy squinted his eyes, soft and satisfied.

Fu Qianyuan came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes. Seeing Fu Tong's appearance, his heart instantly softened into water. He walked over and sat down beside him: "Zai Zai, are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, go back and sleep for a while."

Fu Tong didn't sleep well at night. In fact, he was a little sleepy, but he didn't want to sleep either: "I'm going to see Song Qinghe with Wen Lang at ten o'clock. It's hard to fall asleep and not wake up...I want to read a book first."

He was talking about Honghu's notes and the two history books he had read in the library before, which Fan Xiu brought here specially.

Fu Qianyuan hummed, stood up holding Fu Tong, but instead of going to the bedroom, he went to the study.

During the period when Fu Tong just moved in and Fu Qianyuan was not allowed to enter the bedroom, the latter had been making do with it here.

Fu Tong was a little curious in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. He pretended to glance around casually, and didn't think there was anything wrong. The only thing that was wrong was the big easel in the corner. He had seen it before. It was left on the side, and was moved in by Fu Qianyuan later.

Fu Tongbai looked away boredly, and heard Fu Qianyuan's voice rang next to him: "The light here is better, and the book sent by Fan Xiu is on the table, baby, let's read it here first, and go back to the bedroom when you are sleepy." .”

As he said that, he put Fu Tong on the chair behind the desk, which was padded with a lot of cushions, the height of which was just enough for Xiao Zai Zai to see the table, and two fluffy pillows were placed behind him to make him more comfortable .

Fu Tong raised his paw and pressed it. The fur of the pillow and cushion was very soft, and his paw sank as soon as he pressed it. Xiao Zai Zai liked the soft touch very much. He nodded. It was rare for him to have a better attitude towards his ex-boyfriend: "good."

Fu Qianyuan rubbed his head, then turned around and left the door without disturbing him.

After he left, only Fu Tong was the only cub left in the room. He swung his tail and slightly hooked his paws to turn over the pages in front of him. Instead of reading, he turned his head and slowly turned his gaze to the corner. on the big easel.

This... what could it be?

The author has something to say: Fu Azai: "What could this be?"

Fu Qianyuan: "Kiss me once, and I'll tell you."