After the official announcement with the disabled actor

Fu Huai didn't expect that Fu Ying would kill him at all. When the corners of his mouth were still curled up triumphantly, his neck was tightly grabbed by those rough hands.

"Uh...!" Fu Huai took a tight breath.

His eyes were wide open, his lips turned white, and the flesh on his cheeks trembled slightly. He stared at Fu Ying in horror, not daring to speak.

"If you dare to touch him, I will let you die right now." Fu Ying's face was sullen, staring at the frivolous man in front of her, the light in her eyes was thicker than poison: "Fu Huai, you don't want to live gone."

The strength of the tiger's mouth intensified, and Fu Ying watched his face gradually turn blue, without the slightest touch, just listening to his begging for mercy in such a calm manner.

"I was wrong... Brother, no Fu Ying, Mr. Fu, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Fu Huai hissed, his neck was pinched so that he could not speak a complete sentence: "Let go of me, let me go ,I beg you……"

Fu Ying was unmoved, her eyes lit up, and she said coldly: "It's late."

After saying that, his five fingers clasped the main artery of his neck fiercely, and at the moment when Fu Huai was about to stop breathing, he let go of his hand suddenly, and then slapped him hard on the face.

Fu Huai was beaten back again and again by him, and he knelt on the ground in embarrassment, without the slightest frivolous appearance just now, with a face of bewilderment and panic.

Terrified, he took a deep breath, his eyeballs were about to pop out, and he murmured: Madman, this madman.

Fu Ying was obviously not satisfied yet, and slowly approached with the wheelchair.

The sound of the wheels was like a warning from the god of death. Fu Huai only felt that the devil was approaching, and his pale face changed.

Fu Ying pushed the wheelchair familiarly, and the huge wheels pressed against Fu Huai's legs without stopping at all with Fu Huai's suffocating expression.

"what!!!!!!"

A tragic scream hit Fu Ying's ears.

He lowered his eyes impatiently, watching the person in front of him rolling on the ground with his legs hugged and howling, without any mercy, his cold voice sounded horrifying through the empty room: "Fu Huai, you will die by my hands sooner or later."

Fu Huai's pupils shrank suddenly.

He never imagined that one day he would be in such a mess, being left helpless by a lame man.Seeing Fu Ying turning the wheelchair and leaving the room, a sternness flashed in his lowered eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

……

Ting Miao helped his brother to the third floor, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw a luxuriously decorated cloakroom.

The decoration is a bit like a hotel presidential suite, with a huge bed in the middle and a spacious shower room next to it.

Fang Zhou was inconvenient, so Ting Miao went straight to get a suit in his brother's size after he came in.Fang Zhouxi took the clothes and saw Ting Miao's worried and ignorant expression, and felt a sense of embarrassment surprisingly.

He said with some embarrassment, "I'll go inside and clean it."

Ting Miao was stunned for a moment: "Ah, oh oh, okay, brother, go, I'll wait for you here."

There is everything in the shower room, and there is even a floor-facing mirror facing the shower head.Fang Zhouxie quickly took off his clothes, looked at the naked person in the mirror, his calm face split little by little.

Almost every part of the body is covered with tragic scratching red marks, which are charming and ambiguous, especially the buttocks, which are blushing and invisible.

Fang Zhouxi pursed his lips in embarrassment, leaning on the sink, blushing, and slowly poked his hands back.

It's better to get the contents out sooner...

Ting Miao, who was sitting outside waiting, didn't know how embarrassing his brother was now. He held his chin, recalling the scene in the bathroom just now, and felt that the matter was not simple.

I don't know who that person is, bluffing, bullying my brother, if he meets him again, he must not let him go.

Ting Miao secretly made up his mind, sullenly, and snorted angrily.

"Knock knock knock."

A few steady knocks on the door interrupted Ting Miao's thoughts, he blinked his eyelids, got up and walked to the door, "Who is it?"

At this time, the guests are all talking in the banquet hall, who will come here?

As soon as he opened the door, Ting Miao suddenly saw Teacher Fu who had been missing him for a long time.

He was lost in surprise, his eyes were round and round, and he couldn't believe it. After being stunned, he rubbed his eye sockets, and after a long time, he murmured in disbelief: "Fu, why are you here, Mr. Fu..."

That's right.

Mr. Fu actually came to the dinner of VEJ International.

But just now he also saw a lot of directors and producers in the entertainment industry. Mr. Fu has been in the industry for so many years, so maybe he has some friendship with VEJ.

After thinking about it, Ting Miao blinked his eyes in a daze, and a big smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The weird emotions that had been dull in his heart for the past few days disappeared like this: "Mr. Fu!"

Nothing makes him happier than seeing Fu Ying.

Just at this moment, Fang Zhouxi, who was in the shower room, heard the sound outside, and raised his voice, "Miaomiao, who is it?"

A cold voice mixed with doubts came from the room.

There was a clear sound of running water in the room.

Ting Miao was about to answer, but he didn't notice that Fu Ying's hand holding the wheelchair in front of him suddenly sank, his calm face froze immediately, and even his hand was tightly clutching the cold handle of the wheelchair.

He said lightly: "You are busy."

Turn around and leave.

Ting Miao didn't care about answering his brother's question at this time, his heart skipped a beat, and Sa Yazi ran out, eager to catch up with Fu Ying.

Fu Ying pushed the wheelchair and walked out without looking back. Ting Miao felt uncomfortable, walked around the spacious corridor, stretched out his hand to block Fu Ying's way, puffed his face, and shouted angrily: "You are not allowed to go."

Fu Ying took a deep breath, ignored him, lowered her head, but accidentally touched the back of her hand that was burned by the cigarette butt.

It's almost scabbed over there, it's dark and ugly.

The surroundings were suddenly quiet, only the greetings of the guests downstairs came up quietly.

Ting Miao watched Fu Ying's cold face towards him, feeling so wronged in his heart, and remembered the bite he had taken on the side of his neck without any scruples that night, and it still hurts now... He sniffed, his eyes circled It turned red all of a sudden, and said in a hoarse voice: "It took me a long time to see you, so don't leave."

Fu Ying raised her head, her eyes met Shang Ting Miao's stubborn face.

Sudden irritability floated in his heart, the corridor was too intrusive, Fu Ying saw him standing upright in front of her, regardless of whether he would attract the guests downstairs, he was stubborn and stubborn.

He compromised for no reason, and pursed his thin lips: "You come with me."

Pushing the wheelchair, he led Ting Miao to another room.This room is small, and from the decoration of the villa manor, it looks more like a utility room.But there were no messy things inside, it was empty.

Ting Miao shuffled behind Fu Ying. After entering, he didn't know what he thought of. His small body was pressed against the wall, his mouth was pursed, and his voice added a pitiful cry.

"I sent you a lot of messages on WeChat, but I didn't reply. I miss you every night, but you don't seem to know me suddenly. I don't know what I did wrong. You ignore me for no reason, and... And bit me."

For the last three words, he bit his lip and cried even harder, with a few precarious tears trembling on his thick eyelashes, which would not fall.

Ting Miao: No such T^T

Fu Ying was so aggrieved by his crying, she raised her head and looked at his red eyes, those few tears were really pitiful.

Before meeting Ting Miao, Fu Ying thought about several things in her heart. After returning to the crew, what should she say when facing Ting Miao? With Ting Miao's aggrieved expression, all his assumptions became false.

Fu Ying's expression darkened.

He suddenly wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Ting Miao ran up to him, squatted down, and half-prostrated in front of the wheelchair, in the same dependent posture as before.

"It hurts me so much." Ting Miao's eyes were red, her nose was also slightly red, and she spoke softly, clumsily accusing the person in front of her of the crime.

He tilted his head, and pushed back the collar of his shirt, revealing his white and slender neck, where Fu Ying's bite marks were red and still not healed.

Fu Ying didn't have time to think about why he didn't put a Band-Aid on it, his eyes were taken away by that red spot domineeringly.

Ting Miao yearned for the trace of distress in his eyes, and was moved by his gaze, sweet in his heart, couldn't help but hold Fu Ying's hand, and carefully touched his neck with his fingers.

The moment he touched it, there was an inexplicable tremor all over his body, which made him shiver uncontrollably.

But immediately after, the warm fingertips with thin calluses pressed against the wound, itching, arousing the remaining emotions, this sudden throbbing also made Ting Miao's heart soften.

He gave the fragile neck to Fu Ying unreservedly, raised his eyes, softened his eyes, and said in a low voice: "You touched this place, it was you who bit it, it hurts so much."

Touching her hands, she could vaguely feel Ting Miao's slightly protruding blood vessels. Fu Ying's face was sullen, and her hands seemed to have no autonomy. She could only follow Ting Miao, and was held by Ting Miao, touching here and there.

All his actions are telling Fu Ying, I am yours, you can do whatever you want.

This attitude of letting him touch without reservation made Fu Ying feel unprecedentedly satisfied.

But this kind of emotion only lasted for a short moment, Fu Ying's heart suddenly rose, his calm face dissipated, and his brows were furrowed tightly, locking the maddened expression.

The neck was cold for a moment, Ting Miao took a breath, opened his eyes wide and felt Fu Ying's fingers, slowly walking on his slender neck, with a strange sneer on the corner of his mouth: "I said, don't like me, Aren't you afraid that I'm crazy?"

Ting Miao was startled.

"Teacher Fu..."

Ting Miao wanted to ask, why did Mr. Fu say that he was a lunatic? He was obviously so good, and he was good everywhere. He was sent by God to make him unable to help but worship his favorite god.

The touch between the neck was chilly, Ting Miao subconsciously hissed, opened his mouth, and shook his head: "I'm not afraid."

After getting such an answer, Fu Ying's hastily revealed a bit of madness made him suddenly depressed, as if he was about to lose control of something, he stared at Ting Miao deeply.The five fingers touching the fragile place gradually spread, and slowly, slowly closed, pinching his neck, his eyes became deep and deep.

"Then are you afraid of death?"

The author has something to say: Fu Ying is a very paranoid person

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Ness;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 for Honghu; 1 for Chi, a herring, and [-] for Chu Yuan;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：邵爹的V领毛衣6瓶；贺呈呈.5瓶；软软的小阿绾3瓶；阿玖、烟雨任平生、沐颜、阿毓2瓶；Mo、冰彦1瓶；

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