Mr. Fu is always too annoying

What a shovel, what are you!

Hearing this voice, Fu Azai felt a pain in his head, and wanted to throw a barrier over there to completely shut out the cub outside, but such an idea can only be thought of in the end, and the possibility of actual implementation Sex is not great.

One is because Wen Rong is still here, the cub has to look at the parents, and it is a bit unreasonable to scold his cub in front of the parents.

The second is because Wen Lang is too fast.

Before Fu Tong could react, the door of the lounge had already been pushed open, and a young man with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes appeared in front of everyone holding a bouquet of flowers, his eyes and dimples were full of smiles.

Soft, sweet, and pretty.

It's simply not your average likability.

Of course, this favorite category does not include Fu Tong.

Fu Azai gave him a sad look, and he couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes: "Can't you just stay at home and browse Weibo and flirt with cats and dogs when you have this time?"

It's really impossible to tease your Mr. Qin!

As long as you don't run around, you can do anything!

His Majesty Taotie has a diamond heart that is indestructible, so how could he care about his mild dislike, he just pretended he didn't hear it, and smiled and went to the head of the family to ask for a hug, and his voice was also in an instant Li softened: "Brother."

Wen Rong rubbed his head with a smile: "When did you arrive?"

"About 10 minutes ago, but because the flowers I ordered didn't arrive, I dragged myself in until now."

Wen Lang said, shaking the bouquet in his hand after speaking, finally remembered the purpose of this trip, turned around and handed the flowers to Fu Tong: "Come here, come and get it, I found this after searching more than a dozen flower shops What is the most suitable flower for you, how about it, isn't it very touching?"

It was a bouquet of moon white bell flowers, the edges of the white petals were adorned with a few faint powders, the fragrance was neither strong nor weak, it was indeed the one that Fu Tong preferred.

Fu Tong took the flower. Although he was not very moved, he still wanted to say thank you because of his affection, but before he could say this thank you, Wen Lang's voice sounded again: "You know the flower language of this flower. What is it?"

Fu Tong frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple: "I don't want to know—"

His Majesty Taotie held back his wickedness for so long, so of course he would not give him a chance to refuse, and opened his mouth before Fu Tong said the last word.

"Father as a mountain."

Fu Tong: "..."

So what I wanted to say thank you turned into getting lost in an instant, and the flowers were thrown forward.

Wen Lang caught it with a smile, and once again put his hand in front of Wen Rong, his voice softened again, and he seemed to be a different person compared to when he was mean-spirited against Fu Tong just now: "Brother, the flower language of Yuebai Linghua is actually There are also blessings and protection, for you."

Fu Tong on the other side was almost like a puffer fish.

Wen Rong took the flowers over dumbfounded, wanted to train him but felt reluctant, His Majesty Taotie's talented cub immediately diverted the attention of the elders with a hug, and then looked at Fu Tong.

Fu Azai sat there with his back turned and sulked, his whole body covered in shadows.

Wen Lang looked amused, thought for a while, walked over and raised his hand to poke him on the cheek.

Fu Azai was silent and didn't want to talk to him.

Wen Lang poked again.

Fu Azai remained silent.

The smile in Wen Lang's eyes was even bigger, and when he poked again, he was much stronger than the previous two times. Fu Azai felt impatient at first, but now he became even more irritable. Fierce: "What are you doing!"

Oh yo, pay it back.

so cute?

Wen Lang felt that this was simply miraculous, and the hand poking the cub was about to move, and realizing his cub's intentions, Wen Rong finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Lang Lang, don't make trouble with him.

"Ok."

His Majesty Taotie, who was always fearless, suddenly softened into a puppy, retracted his hand and stood aside, so obedient.

The underage cub actually has two faces.

Fu Azai rubbed his painfully poked face, and snorted heavily at the annoying cub in front of him.

The murdered cub didn't mind this. On the contrary, he thought Fu Tong's reaction was quite interesting. When encountering such a situation before, Fu Tong would either take revenge on the spot or play tricks behind his back. As soft as now and doesn't fight back, even fierce has a bit of coquettish taste.

The two have known each other for nine years, and this is the first time Wen Lang has met.

Even after learning about Fu Tong's memory reset from Wen Rong, His Majesty Taotie still finds it amazing.

only……

Wen Lang looked at Fu Tong's still sullen face, and decided to coax him for the benefit of poking his face in the future: "Okay, okay, I was wrong for poking you so hard just now... I think the scene outside is similar. It's about to end, how is your script going?"

As he said that, seeing Fu Tong's expression loosen a little, he took out a small custard pudding from his pocket and handed it over as a small gift of apology.

Fu Azai is soft and easy to coax. Seeing that he not only apologized, but also gave a small pudding that was delicious at first glance, he stopped being angry and said: "There are not many scripts, and there are only a few words. It's not difficult to follow, but I just..."

He turned his head away, not wanting to say such cowardly words in front of Wen Lang, so he pursed his lips and remained silent.

Wen Lang understood: "You just feel a little flustered?"

Fu Tong nodded awkwardly.

Wen Lang just smiled: "That's okay. After you go up, if it's a warmer scene, think of the people around you as people you care about. For example, my brother, if it's a less friendly scene, think of the people around you as people you care about." If someone wants to be someone you hate so much but can't do anything about him, like me, then it's done?"

When His Majesty Taotie said things like me, he was open-minded, unreasonable and strong, which made the people around him want to laugh.

But Fu Azai couldn't laugh.

He slowly moved his hand behind his back, his fingers kept trembling because of the strange touch on his wrist - the little green dragon wrapped around it suddenly tightened when Wen Lang said that Fu Tong thought of the person he cared about as Wen Rong, and at the same time The warm touch slowly spread there, and after the kiss, he licked it, as if declaring ownership, and the possessive desire was evident at a glance.

Obviously, Xiao Qinglong's big vinegar bucket attribute has committed a crime again.

Fu Azai felt happy for his concern, but his face also blushed involuntarily because of his behavior. Wen Lang saw it from the side, rubbed his chin and smiled: "Are you very hot? Why are you blushing?"

"Ah? Huh? Yes, it should be." Fu Azai stammered and pushed the pot onto his clothes following Wen Lang's words, "It's almost [-] degrees today. There is no air conditioner here, and the fan is small. The gown is It's pretty hot."

Wen Lang looked at the custom-made large fan in the corner, and raised his eyebrows: "Is that so?"

Fu Azai nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Wen Lang clicked his tongue, although he didn't believe what he said, but he didn't think about those unscrupulous ones, he just thought that he was embarrassed by his cowardice.

This fits well with Fu Azai's awkward personality now.

Wen Lang couldn't help laughing, and looking at Fu Tongtong again, he felt that the person in front of him was so cute that he had never seen before, so he took the script from his hand: "Let's go, I'll go through it with you first, and try to finish it later." Pass."

At the same time as the voice fell, the little green dragon on his wrist also calmed down, and he stopped kissing and licking to make trouble, but the occasional intensification still announced his possessiveness and small dissatisfaction.

Fu Azai pursed his lips and laughed. After rubbing his body a few times through his sleeve, he nodded and went to the back with Wen Lang.

15 minute later.

The door of the lounge was knocked again, and the assistant director stood there, saying that the last game was about to end and it was almost time to go to Fu Tong.

Fu Tong finished the last paragraph of the script, got up and followed him and went out. When he went out, the shooting over there just came to an end. Song Qingshu stood behind the camera and watched the content of the shooting four or five times backwards and forwards. Judging from the expression Very satisfied.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Song Qingshu turned his head, and when he saw Fu Tong, the satisfaction on his face suddenly became a little more satisfied. He didn't take a good look at Fu Tong when he just came out with his makeup. Looking at it now, he finally understood why the person in front of him was said to be The person in the circle who looks most like a nobleman.

Appearance and temperament are in place, not convinced.

He nodded in satisfaction, turned his gaze and saw Wen Lang behind him, and couldn't help but smile: "I even called Wen Lang here as foreign aid, what's the matter, are you nervous?"

"A little bit." Fu Tong nodded, "The main reason is because Wen Lang said that you are very fierce and you will be disciplined if you don't perform well, so I'm a little scared."

Wen Lang who took a mouthful of the pot for no reason:? ? ?

How can you say such words out of nothing? !

Feng Shui took turns, and now the person who was turned into a puffer fish became Wen Lang. Song Qingshu was familiar with him, and he was not surprised when he knew the way these two people got along with each other. Hearing this, he laughed: "Don't listen to his nonsense, you don't Nervous, these are small dramas, I feel a little wronged for letting you play this role."

Not only Song Qingshu, but also the rest of the crew felt the same way, because the gap between Fu Tong's fame and this role's role was really too far.

The script of "Seizing the Front" is the main plot flow. The protagonist Tang Yi is a humanoid weapon who doesn't know where he came from.

The third son of the Sheng family, with a prominent family background, amazing talents, and in Tang Yi's heart, he is a character like Bai Yueguang, but he has little sense of existence, not even as good as an ordinary supporting role. The whole process only exists in Tang Yi's memories, four fragments , There are only four lines of lines.

"Are you okay? I'm Shengxing."

"Me? There's nothing wrong with me like this. You see, I've been laughing too."

"It's not that I'm not sad, I just can't be sad all the time, it's not that I don't miss him, I just can't always miss him."

"I'm tired, I'm leaving, Tang Yi."

When the first sentence was first seen, Tang Yi glanced at it for the first time, and Tang Yi never forgot it for the rest of his life.

The second sentence made Tang Yi feel distressed for the first time.

The third sentence made Tang Yi start to think about what love is.

The fourth game was a farewell. Tang Yi has been looking for him for 13 years since then, and during these 13 years, he has changed from a heartless monster to a person who knows all kinds of tastes.

Whether it's the difference between him in the popular words and Tang Yidai's popular ones, Fu Tong felt that the script was gay, but Song Qingshu said no, and they had no feelings for the drama players.

Now when it comes to grievances, Fu Tong doesn't think so. Originally, he was inexperienced, and nine times out of ten he would not be able to support a role with many roles. There are only four, but they are indeed throughout the play.

And the characters are also very touching.

Your son, Bai Yueguang, and that kind of emotional drama that even though you don't know what it is, it's very touching at first glance. How wonderful.

Fu Tong likes it.

Thinking of this, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Song Qingshu's vaguely worried expression, and Fu Tong smiled: "There is nothing wronged or wronged, I like the role of Shengxing very much, otherwise it will be useless to anyone."

What Song Qingshu said just now was actually a little tentative. He didn't know until later that Fu Tong didn't want to film at all at first, and took over the role because of Wen Lang's forced Amway, fearing that he would have small emotions in his heart.

Hearing what Fu Tong said now, he felt relieved and didn't say any more: "Then let's start. I originally planned to gather your scenes and finish the filming in one day, but then you asked for leave, and now the filming has left. One-third of the time, there is no way to concentrate on shooting... But it’s okay, the scene will be finished in two days at most, and it won’t take up too much of your time.”

Lu Chuan had said this before coming here, and Fu Tong had no objection, so he nodded.

Song Qingshu didn't say any more, and turned his head to greet everyone nearby: "Come on, come on, don't just stand around stupidly, switch on!"

The groups immediately took their positions, and the camera positions began to move slowly.

Fu Tong closed his eyes, and quickly entered the scene as Wen Lang taught him before.

Behind the camera, the warm sunlight enveloped the entire street, reflecting the luxurious and exquisite Sheng Mansion over there.

Shengxing came back from the outside, before entering the door, he saw a few vague figures inside: "Are there any guests at home?"

The servant by the door nodded: "There are a few guests here, but I have never seen them before, and I don't know where they came from."

A guest you haven't seen?

Sheng Xing frowned, then quickly let go, handed the box in his hand to the boy and entered the door, Father Sheng was talking to a few people inside, Sheng Xing glanced at them, they were indeed unfamiliar faces.

He has never liked this kind of exchange of pleasantries. He used to say hello according to the rules, and then found an excuse to go upstairs.

The upstairs is very quiet, the incense burner in the corner emits smoke, slowly wandering around.

Shengxing stepped through the smoke, stretched out his hand to open the window, the sunlight outside was just right, and the warmth was pouring down, making people's hearts brighter.

He smiled, and suddenly heard a sound behind him.

"Boom-"

It came from the bathroom.

Shengxing's expression changed slightly, he quietly retreated to the bookshelf and looked back, and when he came back, he had an extra black gun in his hand, he walked slowly towards the bathroom, pushed the door——

There is no dormant assassination as imagined. A person stands there with his eyes closed, as if he is enduring great pain. His arms are bulging and his lips are pale, but there is no killing intent on his body.

Looking at the clothes, they are similar to those of the guests downstairs.

...It must be that I went wrong when I was looking for the bathroom. If it is someone who is lurking in here with evil intentions, he should not come to him, but should go to the study, and this person looks too embarrassed.

Which assassin would carry out an assassination in such a posture?

Thinking of this, Shengxing's defenses eased a bit, and he took a tentative step forward, feeling that the person in front of him didn't panic or show any malice because of his approach, he completely relaxed, and then looked at his forehead because of the pain The cold sweat seeping out, after thinking for a while, he took out a handkerchief from his bosom and handed it over, making a soft noise.

"Are you okay? I'm Shengxing."

A gentle and clear voice, a warm beige handkerchief, and a person standing there smiling at him against the light.

It was the first color Tang Yi saw after recovering from the pain.

"Cut!" Song Qingshu yelled, rewinding the video and watching it again, with surprise on his face, "It's not bad, it's very warm, and it really feels like redemption. This part is over! Fu Tong and Tang Yi take a rest first, The makeup is a bit hot, remember to make up, are the actors ready for the next show? When you are done, continue."

It's back to busy over there, and Fu Tong has nothing to do for the time being.

It is a good sign to pass the achievement once. Fu Tong was relieved. When he turned his head, Huang Lang and Cang Huai had already run over, each handing a thermos cup and the other a tissue, super dedicated.

Fu Tong took a sip from the thermos, and was so bitter that he frowned: "What's in it?"

"Medicinal tea bag." Huang Lang raised his paw, "clearing away heat and detoxifying, it's still your favorite flavor, Brother Tong."

How can I like this kind of stuff?

Fu Azai unscrewed the lid of the cup and returned it to him in disgust: "Next time, change to something sweeter. If it doesn't work, plain water will do. Such a bitter thing is simply suffering."

Huang Lang was taken aback: "Didn't you say that you don't like sweets—"

Cang Huai poked him calmly from behind.

The little weasel came to his senses, and took back the rest of the sentence in an instant: "Okay, how about cooking rock sugar pears next time? It clears heat and moistens the throat, and it's sweet and delicious."

Fu Tong nodded: "This is very safe."

Huang Lang took out a small notebook very seriously, and followed the boss back to the lounge while taking notes. A few people opened the door, and Wen Rong and Wen Lang were already inside. Seeing Fu Tong coming in, Wen Lang compared to him with a smile. She made an ok gesture: "Not bad, Mr. Workaholic, I think your acting skills are still very good, 100% able to hold up the scene."

Fu Azai was a little happy: "Really?"

"Really." The person who spoke this time was Wen Rong, "You did a good job, and you did a good job in other things. I was worried that if you came out like this... it would be inappropriate. Looking at it now, the work in the future It shouldn't be a problem."

A few people next to him nodded, they were actually worried before, but fortunately the boss is still as stable as a dog, nothing happened.

What they were talking about was the collapse of the painting style caused by memory reset. Fu Azai didn't know about these things, but his brain circuit matched them strangely.

"What's there to worry about, haven't I always been like this?" Fu Azai waved his hand indifferently, "I've always paid attention to the character design of that lazy nobleman outside, and Lu Chuan has emphasized a lot to me Once again, don't worry, it will never collapse, "

"Personality?"

"That's right." Fu Azai nodded, "Didn't you ask Lu Chuan to make me a lazy and noble man because you said that I was not consistent with my appearance and I was a little bit overwhelmed? It hasn't collapsed for years, why are you starting to worry again now?"

Several people looked at each other without speaking.

Wen Rong's heart was even more heavy. The cub he brought down from Longxun Mountain with his own hands, Fu Tong, who was finally reborn in pain after so many years of struggle, has now become only one person.

It was probably because his expression was too ugly. Seeing it, Fu Tong over there thought that Wen Rong was angry because of his words, and he was a little nervous: "Wen Rong, what's wrong with you? I... I just don't think it's a big deal, isn't it? I'm blaming you for thinking too much and meddling in your own business."

Wen Rong raised his eyes and saw the anxiety and cautiousness in Fu Tong's eyes, which made him feel even more sad.

He shook his head, and it was difficult for him to laugh for the first time: "No, I just remembered something else, and you have to know..."

Wen Rong rubbed his head, her voice was extremely gentle: "You are just like Lang Lang in my heart, no matter what you say or do, I won't blame you."

Fu Tongxin warmed up and nodded, the whole cub was soft and obedient.

Wen Rong's eyes softened: "But I can't stay with you anymore, there is a mural to be painted at 12:30, I have to go first, and send Langlang back by the way...Can you do it alone?"

I am not alone.

Fu Azai touched the dragon pattern bracelet on his wrist with a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry, remember to send me a message when you go back."

Wen Rong hummed lightly, put the flowers that Wen Lang had brought before into Fu Tong's arms, turned around and walked towards his cub, bowed his head and whispered to him.

Fu Tong watched, and unconsciously rubbed his wrist again, but the familiar soft elastic touch was gone, and the wrist was empty.

He was startled, his pupils constricted suddenly, and he was panicking when he suddenly heard Fu Qianyuan's voice whispering next to him.

"Looking for me?"

Three words, close to the ear.

Fu Azai turned his head abruptly, and found that Fu Qianyuan had wrapped around his neck from his wrist at some point. At this time, he leaned out a little, and kissed him lightly in his ear.

Fu Tong glanced at Wen Rong and Wen Lang, and after confirming that the elders and cubs over there would not look at him for a while, he nodded a little embarrassedly.

Fu Qianyuan laughed in a low voice: "You did a good job filming just now, but I have a question to ask you."

"Ok?"

"When you saw Tang Yi just now, who was in your mind?"

Mr. Big Vinegar Bao was still dissatisfied with what Wen Lang said before.

Fu Azai felt a little evil in his heart, and knew what Fu Qianyuan meant, but he just didn't say the answer he wanted, and opened his mouth slowly: "Who was I thinking at that time? Let me think about it, is it Wen Rong or Wen Lang?" ?”

The little green dragon's tail swept across his neck slowly.

Fu Azai smiled: "It should be Wen Rong, isn't it?"

Xiao Qinglong patted his tail dissatisfied twice.

"Or Wen Lang? It's also possible."

Little Qinglong's tail curled half a circle around his neck very unhappy.

Fu Azai just pretended not to be aware of it, and continued to play tricks: "Maybe it's..."

Unable to say the following words, Xiao Qinglong poked out a little bit, his fleshy and soft tail swung to A Zai's lips, and he remained motionless angrily.

Fu Azai couldn't help laughing out loud, raised his hand and rubbed his tail in his hand, and said softly, "Okay, okay, of course it's you, no, maybe there are others, only you, and only you Could be you."

Xiao Qinglong's tail twisted slightly, because his words heated up slightly.

In the past, Fu Tong must have been able to see the carefulness hidden in Fu Qianyuan's behavior. The scales of dragons are born with coolness, and it is impossible for things like heating up to happen under non-human circumstances. Zai Huanxin made it specially.

But the current Fu Azai is not good, and he can't see the essence of a scheming dog behind Xiao Qinglong's soft and cute attributes.

So Ah Zai believed it, and couldn't hide the little joy in his heart, his whole heart was full, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Fu Qianyuan watched, his eyes gradually filled with a smile, he stepped forward, lightly hooked Azai's finger with his tail, and was about to speak, when his eyes flickered, and when he raised his head again, wherever he looked, there was Only the fabric of the gown remained.

It was Fu Tong who suddenly put his hands behind his back.

Xiao Qinglong, who was caught off guard and lost his sense of presence, shook his tail in dissatisfaction, peeked out from the side, and Wen Rong walked over with Wen Lang in front, with a smile on his face: "Fu Tong, I'll take Lang Lang back first." Yes, I will visit your class tomorrow."

Wen Lang nodded along beside him: "I'll come too, don't worry, I won't come empty-handed...Which do you like, Qingmiao oleander or Sanshengxu?"

Fu Tong was expressionless: "Is the flower language of these flowers also a father's love like a mountain?"

"That's not true." Wen Lang said seriously, "Although there are some points, these two flowers mainly emphasize the care for the weak."

Yes, the... concern for the weak?

No, no, this cub is underage and the parents are still around and can't beat it.

Fu Tong repeated this sentence a dozen times in his heart before suppressing the desire to throw knives at the cubs, and sat aside to sulk.

Wen Rong was also a little bit troubled by her cubs: "Lang Lang."

After leaving the words, Wen Lang had already taken a step back, nestled next to the elders in silence, and became a soft and sticky little milk dog again.

His face-changing skills were too full, and he was too proficient in using them, so that Wen Rong couldn't hold back, and the reprimand he wanted to say turned into laughter uncontrollably.

His Majesty Taotie, who escaped the training, blinked innocently.

Wen Rong had nothing to do with him, raised his hand and nodded between his brows, and said in a helpless tone, "You..."

Smiling, Wen Lang nodded to the head of the Ren family, seeing the distance and even sent a little forward: "What's wrong with me? Is it very pleasing to you?"

Sometimes this cub can't be too pampered, otherwise it's easy to get too big.

The patriarch, who knows the way of raising cubs, glanced at him and said nothing, but everyone could see the tenderness in his eyes.

Wen Lang laughed again, took a step forward and hugged Wen Rong's waist, and acted softly: "Then let's go home first? If we have enough time, we can just walk back. It happens that we can still talk on the way. I have a lot to say. I want to tell you something, and Song Li promised to give me a month's vacation after the next year, how about we go on a trip then? Go to the place you want to go, and then go back to Wuzhong Mountain to have a look."

Wen Rong's eyes softened: "Why do you suddenly want to go back to Wuzhong Mountain?"

"I just want to go back." Wen Lang said, "It's been so long since you've been back for nine years, and I've been in five years. I kind of miss it. I've already thought about it. When I go back to Wuzhong Mountain, I'll pick some flowers first." Decorate the house, then go to the next door to find Xie Dabao to fight, if you win, I will go to the top of the mountain with you to watch the stars at night and wait for the sunrise, if you lose, you have to take me to the top of the mountain to watch the stars at night Wait for the sunrise, after all I need comfort."

Wen Rong laughed: "Do you think you will win or lose?"

"That depends on your wish." Wen Lang smiled at him, "If you want me to go with you, I will win, if you want to take me with you, then it's okay if I lose to Xie Dabao once in a while. "

Anyway, he will come back with revenge later, His Majesty Taotie said in his heart.

Wen Rong's eyes became softer, and she promised him softly: "Okay."

Over there, the head of the family was coaxed by his cubs so that the warmth and softness in his heart was about to overflow. Here, Fu Qianyuan lowered his eyes, imagining asking Fu Tong like Wen Lang if he wanted to go back to Longxun Mountain with him to have a look. Suddenly, he realized that his cub had been silent for a long time.

He felt a little flustered for no reason, so he poked out a little more and looked up at Fu Tong.

With just one glance, my heart felt as if it had been stabbed by an extremely sharp thing, hitting the pain in my heart directly.

In Fu Tong's eyes, he saw envy, yearning, and an inextricable sense of loss.

Those things that he used to own and were commonplace in the past, have now become a luxury that can only be thought about silently in his heart.

Fu Qianyuan felt very uncomfortable.

He pursed his lips, wanting to do something to make Fu Tong come out of that frustrated mood. The next second, he suddenly saw Fu Tong's eyes change.

The original bright pupils turned gray in an instant. Fu Tong stood there, looking at Wen Rong and Wen Lang indifferently, but underneath the indifference was an intensity too strong to conceal, accumulated by countless desperations...jealousy.

Thick to the point of malice.

Fu Qianyuan was stunned, and when he looked over again, Fu Tong's eyes had returned to their original appearance, the amber color was clearly visible, the jealousy that Fu Qianyuan saw just now seemed to be an illusion, even the initial envy and loss followed. It didn't know where to go in an instant.

He narrowed his eyes and called him in a low voice: "Zai Zai?"

"Huh?" Fu Azai lowered his head in response, his eyes were bright and soft, "What's wrong?"

Fu Qianyuan met his eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, shook his head: "It's okay, I just miss you."

Fu Azai's face was hot again by his sudden love words, and he felt reluctant to want him to stop talking. After thinking for a while, he finally came up with a compromise: "Even... you have to wait until you say these words." Let's talk after Lang and Wen Rong leave... No, there are Huang Lang and Cang Huai, so many people, how embarrassing."

Little Qinglong tapped his cheek with the tip of his tail: "Then when they leave, I'll tell you more, okay?"

Fu Azai blushed and glanced around, and replied, "Okay."

All are happy.

Fu Azai was delighted in his heart, and the smile in his eyes didn't dissipate until he sent Wen Rong and Wen Lang out of the mansion, and on the way back to the lounge, he was very scheming and sent Cang Huai and Huang Lang out on the grounds that he wanted to read the script quietly. , So when he entered, only he and Fu Qianyuan were left in the lounge.

Fu Azai pinched Xiao Qinglong's tail with his lower hand: "Do you want to change into a human body? I want to hug you."

There was no need to answer this question at all. After the white warm light passed, the little blue dragon wrapped around Fu Tong's wrist disappeared. Fu Qianyuan stood behind Fu Tong and gently hugged him in his arms.

He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "It's just right, I want to hug you too."

Fu Azai's eyes bent down: "You just want to hug me?"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Qianyuan's kiss fell on his cheeks so gently and slowly.

"I want to kiss you too."

After the kiss was over, Fu Qianyuan stepped back a little, his voice slightly hoarse.

Fu Azai's face blushed quietly because of his sudden action, but his momentum was not lost at all: "I think this kiss is a bit perfunctory, what kind of kiss between lovers is kissing only on the cheek, it should be like this..."

He turned his head, and planted a kiss on Fu Qianyuan's lips, and then with even more heat on his cheeks, he pretended to be calm and opened his mouth: "This is the most basic, and there are some deeper ones. I will talk about it later." tell you."

But Fu Qianyuan didn't plan to ask for it again in the future.

He laughed, and lowered his head to deepen the kiss that Ah Zai gave just now, but in the end, what he got was not a warm and soft touch, but soft, fluffy, fluffy like cotton feel.

It is Fu Azai's tail.

Because of the nervousness, it took the form of a human body. At this time, Ah Zai held it in his hands, lifted it up, and stood in front of the two of them impartially.

It was naturally the one that Fu Qianyuan kissed just now.

He raised his eyebrows and looked up. Fu Tong was standing there with his tail in his arms, his eyes wandering back and forth because he was embarrassed to look at him: "You, you can't just kiss him...you!"

Fu Azai took a few steps back in shock, looking at the obvious wet marks on the tip of his tail, he was too embarrassed to speak.

He never thought that Fu Qianyuan would go too far, unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

He actually bit his tail!

Tail!

Fu Azai's whole cub was so hot that it was about to burn, and even the fluff on its tail was a little fried.

Seeing this, Fu Qianyuan's eyes became even more smiling, and he wanted to go over and smooth over his cub, but just after he took a step, Azai ruthlessly stopped him from the road ahead.

Fu Azai took a few steps back with his tail in his arms: "Don't come here!"

Fu Qianyuan did not continue to move forward as promised, and laughed in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"I..." Ah Zai frowned and began to think of a reason. Halfway through the thought, he tilted his head and inadvertently saw his thermos, and said the following words naturally, "I want to drink herbal tea. It's the last time the Monster Bureau had a dinner together." The one I bought back in the day, with rocks, sugar and goji berries.”

The herbal tea shop Ah Zai mentioned is on Zhoushui Street, not too close to here. It takes half an hour to go back and forth by car, even if there is no traffic.

But it's obviously not okay to reject Ah Zai at this time.

It will definitely blow your hair, the kind that can't be easily coaxed.

Fu Qianyuan smiled, and decided to give Ah Zai some time to calm down: "Do you want a big cup, a medium cup or a small cup?"

"big cup!"

"Okay." Fu Qianyuan responded, smiled and glanced at his own cub, then turned and walked out the door.

As soon as the door opened and closed, the surroundings returned to silence.

Fu Tong sat back, looked at the tip of his slightly wet tail, and thought about Fu Qianyuan's behavior just now, his heart was pounding, and he couldn't suppress it no matter how hard he tried.

Just read the script and calm down.

I don't know if those pages are enough.

He rubbed his face, turned back and hooked the script next to him. He had just read two paragraphs when there was a sudden knock on the door.

come back so soon?

Even with spells, it's impossible for the store to make herbal tea so quickly.

Fu Tong pushed his tail back with his backhand, walked over and opened the door suspiciously, but it was not Fu Qianyuan standing outside the door, but Wen Rong.

Fu Tong was even more puzzled: "Why are you back? Where's Wen Lang? Don't you need to paint murals?"

Wen Rong's eyes circled around him, and he nodded slightly when he heard the words: "Lang Lang was temporarily notified by Song Li that there was a problem with the announcement, and he wanted to go over to discuss it, and then the person in charge of the mural also suddenly said that there was something wrong, and the mural was temporarily closed. Postpone, I have nothing to do, just come over to finish your class today, and it will be considered from the beginning to the end."

That's fine.

Fu Azai nodded, and heard Wen Rong speak again: "Why is the script twisted like that, are you still nervous? If you are still nervous, why don't you go for a walk with me and talk, relax, and get too tense." It's not good for the next shoot after a long time."

"But the next one is my play."

"It's okay." Wen Rong signaled him to rest assured, "I asked Song Qingshu, the scene he's shooting now will take a long time, and it's a little stuck, your scene will be in an hour anyway , we can come back before then, we won't go too far, and..."

He met Fu Tong's eyes: "I also have something to tell you."

After he said that, Fu Tong naturally couldn't refuse anymore, so he agreed.

The two of them went out, it was almost noon, firstly it was lunch time, and secondly it was hot, there were not many pedestrians outside, just a few in twos and threes.

Wen Rong found a shady place and walked over: "Lang Lang was there just now, so it's not easy for me to ask you, how are you doing recently? Especially between... and Fu Qianyuan?"

"It's pretty good, almost the same as before." Fu Tong said, "What do you want to talk to me about? Is it finally my turn to be a bosom brother between us?"

Wen Rong smiled: "That probably won't work. In fact, I have nothing to do. It's just that you still look preoccupied today. Fu Qianyuan didn't come. I'm worried that something will happen between you, so I came to ask."

"That's it." Fu Tong nodded, "It's true that there is nothing between me and him, but I