After the official announcement with the disabled actor

Fang Zhouxi's shoulders tensed, and he said coldly: "Lu Cong, don't worry too much."

The person who came was Lu Cong, and Sa Yazi ran to Qin Li and stood there, panting, "Calm down, things are not as bad as you think."

Fang Zhouxi clenched his fists, barely able to speak calmly: "Miao Miao was locked in by your friend, isn't it bad?"

With a broken face, Lu Cong told him sincerely: "If you pick the lock, things will probably be ten times worse than it is now."

Fang Zhou: "?"

Hua Xinyu leaned in front of Wenqin and muttered softly, "Why is he here?"

Wen Qin raised his forehead: "When you called, Mr. Fang and Mr. Lu were in a meeting."

Fang Zhouxi, who was in the conference room, received the call and immediately rushed over by private flight. Lu Cong didn't know what happened. Seeing Fang Zhouxi flustered, he was in a hurry, so he hopped on the plane and followed.

Unexpectedly, it was the old Fu who locked Fang Zhouxie's precious lump in the house.

Lu Cong was anxious and jealous, but remembering the old Fu's illness, he still followed worriedly.

Lu Cong insisted not to pick the lock, Fang Zhouxi's face turned cold when he was nagging, and he squinted at him, obviously thinking that this person and Fu Ying were in collusion.

Lu Cong guessed that it was not easy for Fang Zhou to believe it, so he spread his hands: "Well, you can ask Ting Miao yourself to see if he wants to pick the lock."

Fang Zhou said with a straight face: "Maybe Miao Miao was threatened by Fu Ying."

"No..." Lu Cong couldn't laugh or cry: "Old Fu is not as dirty as you think."

Fang Zhouxi now has doubts about these words, with a slight alienation on his face: "Knowing people, knowing the face, but not the heart."

After finishing speaking, he turned to look at the lockpicker: "Please pick the lock."

Lu Cong: "Hey, don't move." He lowered his body and begged Fang Zhouxi in a low voice: "Don't do this, you should contact Ting Miao first, and if it doesn't work, we can pick the lock again?"

Lu Congchai Tingmiao is currently inside to appease Fu Ying. After all, if this young master finds out what Old Fu is doing, if he doesn't rush away from him, he must be very distressed and coaxing him.Old Fu's illness can't be stimulated, if they go in now, I'm afraid it will end badly.

Fang Zhou glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and after hesitating for a while, he approached the door lock: "Miao Miao, Miao Miao!"

Ting Miao was nestling in Fu Ying's arms with his hands and feet bound. Hearing the familiar voice, he raised his head in surprise and subconsciously replied, "I'm here, brother, I'm inside."

The dormant lion suddenly went berserk, Fu Ying stiffened her back, and locked Ting Miao fiercely in her arms.

Ting Miao didn't pay attention, and with a "hiss", his arms were tightly hugged by Fu Ying's iron arms.

Fang Zhouxi obviously heard Ting Miao gasp, his eyes flustered: "Miao Miao, are you okay, my brother is here, I will pick the lock right away."

"Don't—" The tighter the hug, Ting Miao was out of breath, and he shouted anxiously: "Brother, I'm fine, I'm really fine, don't worry, don't pick the lock and don't call the police."

Fang Zhouxi was silent for a while: "Did Fu Ying threaten you?"

"Nothing!" Ting Miao was afraid that his brother would misunderstand, so he explained again and again: "I did it voluntarily, it's okay brother, don't worry, Teacher Fu won't hurt me."

Ting Miao resolutely forbade him to pick the lock, and Fang Zhou didn't notice any abnormality when he heard the sound. He hesitated, but he still didn't let go of his mind: "Okay, I won't force my way in, but I only gave you half an hour to come out. I picked the lock."

Ting Miao disagreed: "Brother——"

But Fang Zhou's words were not to be questioned, he didn't say anything to Ting Miao again, he glanced at Lu Cong who had been stunned, and said indifferently: "Come with me, I have something to ask you."

"Ah." Lu Cong came back to his senses, curled his lips and replied unwillingly: "Oh."

Brother, brother, actually shouted so intimately, Lu Cong was so jealous, and couldn't do anything with the ark, deliberately stomped heavily, and left him angrily.

The caretaker left, Zhou Dun twitched the corners of his mouth: "So, then I'll go to the set first?"

Hua Xinyu insisted on guarding the door, so Qin Li was naturally also the door god.

Wen Qin stood beside him, anxiously wondering if it was time to hire a personal bodyguard for Miao Miao, he started to make contact, and went to a distance to make a phone call.

The situation in the room was not as calm as outside.

Ting Miao had just finished comforting Fang Zhouyu, before turning back, Fu Ying grabbed his chin and forced him to raise his head.

Fu Ying's breathing was messy, the blood in his eyes was swollen and was about to overflow, his trembling hands kept rubbing against his smooth chin, and the rough fingertips rubbed his heart itchy.

"Mr. Fu, it's so itchy..." His eyelashes fluttered like cattail leaf fans, and his fine and slender crow feathers were very beautiful.

Fu Ying panted heavily, her pupils constricted, "Brother, what kind of brother is he?!"

The words forced out between his teeth swallowed Fu Ying's rationality, his eyes were black and dark, and he questioned Ting Miao: "You call him brother, Ting Miao, you lied to me, you lied to me again, you said you only love me ..."

The sharp teeth bit down on the delicate and fair side of the neck.

Ting Miao took a deep breath and screamed "hiss".The sensitive place on the side of the neck was sucked and bitten by Fu Ying, and even after the bite, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it frantically, with terrifying force, and wrapped his arms around him, as if he was about to be rubbed into Fu Ying's bone marrow. Swallow him whole.

Ting Miao was so stimulated that his scalp went numb, and when his eyes were dazed, he shook his head frantically: "Mr. Fu, no, no...he is my cousin."

Fu Ying didn't seem to hear it, and buried her in his neck, nibbling and kissing wantonly.

Ting Miao realized that he was jealous, and his heart ached so much, he docilely lay in Fu Ying's arms, and tried not to disturb him: "Teacher Fu, I have the same blood as his body, our The kinship relationship can't be changed from birth to death, don't worry, don't think too much, I'm only yours, only yours."

The frantic man lying on his neck finally stopped, dumbfounded, and did not move.

Seeing this situation, Ting Miao simply explained all the misunderstandings clearly.His eyes were red, thinking of what happened from last night to today, his throat felt sore for some reason, and he even wanted to retch.

His big tears rolled down his cheeks: "Mr. Fu, do you still remember what happened four years ago?"

Fu Ying shrank his arms holding his shoulders, and his broad back trembled as if throwing away his armor: "Don't say it, don't say it! I don't want to listen! Don't say it!"

He was afraid that the love he got after meeting Ting Miao was bound by kindness.

In the end, it will also become a reward, disappearing like a cloud of smoke.

"Ting Miao, don't think about it!" He looked at Ting Miao suddenly, cupping his face, covering his lips with his palm, the blood in his eyes became deeper and more bloodshot: "Don't think about what happened four years ago, No, no, no memories!"

He would rather not save Ting Miao back then, no, he would rather have to save Ting Miao...

Teacher Fu couldn't listen to his words at all now, so Ting Miao had no choice but to give up and explain when he was emotionally stable.

His lips were covered by palms, Ting Miao was a little out of breath, he shook his head desperately, Fu Ying finally noticed that his expression was not right, let go of his hands, and hugged Ting Miao into his arms again, palms kept rubbing on his back, as if Make sure the person in front of you is not real.

Ting Miao just felt that the lion in front of him was too difficult to appease.Whenever he was distracted for a moment, Fu Ying would think that he was thinking about the past, and instantly exploded.

He said those love words that he once felt ashamed in Teacher Fu's ear over and over again.

In the coffee shop downstairs of the hotel.

Fang Zhouxi looked at Lu Cong quietly with a cold face, "Tell me, what's the matter with Fu Ying."

Lu Cong's words were vague: "That's right, there's something wrong with my mind, I can't control my emotions."

Lu Cong is Fu Ying's friend, so of course he wouldn't say too much, but Fang Zhouxi looked at his complicated face, and after thinking about it, he realized that since Fu Ying could do the thing of locking people in the room, he definitely wouldn't. It's a simple disease.

His face was slightly serious, "So, can you make sure that he doesn't hurt Miao Miao?"

Lu Cong had a bitter face: "Didn't you just talk to Ting Miao in person?" After speaking, he muttered: "He doesn't look like he has something to do."

Indeed, as much as Fang Zhouxi knew his younger brother, he knew that he would never allow himself to be harmed in the face of danger.Even if he is hurt, he will return it to the other party a thousand times and a hundred times.Ting Miao is not someone who is willing to be wronged.He was in the room, either everything was normal, or... he would rather be hurt by the other party than to be content with it.

If it is someone else, Fang Zhouxi can guarantee that Ting Miao will be fine, but Fu Ying, he is not safe.

Miao Miao likes Fu Ying so much. He is an older brother, and he has seen it clearly over the years.

Fang Zhouxi sighed, hating his younger brother for a moment.

"I know you will hide his illness from Fu Ying, so I won't ask any more." Fang Zhou's lips are slightly hooked, and the beautiful lip line is like a thin blade: "Please tell me, when Fu Ying was ill, What will happen?"

At the same time as the words fell, those cruel pictures appeared in Lu Cong's mind almost instantly.

There was a bit of distress on his face.

But at the same time, he also saw the worry on Fang Zhouxie's expression.

This worry is not for Fu Ying, but for his heart, like Ting Miao, who is a baby bump.

The expression on Lu Cong's face gradually cracked, and the anger came from his heart, and he asked angrily: "It's okay if you want to know, but you must first tell me, what is the relationship between you and Ting Miao?"

Fang Zhouxie gave him a sideways glance, and said in a cold voice, "It's nothing to do with it, it's just an artist under the banner."

"No?!" Stimulated by his indifference, Lu Cong jumped up, leaned over, wished to split the coffee table in front of him with his palms, and said in a rage: "It's okay, he calls you Brother Qing It doesn't matter! Fang Zhou, when you take care of your lover, you'd better see clearly, who is he thinking in his heart, don't make a wedding dress for him in the end! Being treated as a bank card, you think love is stronger than gold!"

He was fed up with the intimate atmosphere of Fang Zhou and Ting Miao.

After the dinner at Haishi Villa, his hands were itchy, and he couldn't help checking some rumors about the two of them. Before he finished one article, he was made uncomfortable by the ambiguous and intimate words in it.

It seems that everyone in the entertainment industry knows how much his CEO Jin Rui loves Ting Miao.

Yes, that man is beautiful, otherwise, even Old Fu would be deeply involved in it, but Fang Zhou is obviously, obviously already with him... Lu never can't say it, he can't forget the night of the banquet when he was soft in his arms and his body was full of love. The ark that was dyed thin red.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the worse his mood became. Lu Cong stared at Fang Zhouxie closely, and was bound to get an answer from him.

But the ark is...

Fang Zhouxi sat opposite him calmly, without revealing the slightest emotion because of his words.The clear and light face is like a bowl of plain noodles that even the green onions and garlic are reluctant to put, but now Lu Cong's eyes are full of greedy eyes like hungry wolves, and he can't wait to dig him into his mouth quickly.

"Speak!" Lu Cong slammed the table.

Fang Zhouxi didn't mind his misunderstanding, and raised his eyes coldly: "You've finished talking, I have nothing to add."

Lu Cong gritted his teeth angrily: "Whoever wants you to add, I want you to explain!"

Fang Zhouxi's expression was indifferent: "I have nothing to say, nothing to comment."

"Okay, okay, Fang Zhou, you really know how to piss me off." Panting heavily, Lu Cong leaned over to meet his gaze, making him even more angry at himself: "If you want to know, I'll tell you the fuck , your baby may be tortured into a ghost now!"

Fang Zhouxi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up suddenly: "What did you say?"

It was the first time Lu Cong saw his mood fluctuate so much, the jealousy in his heart overwhelmed his reason, and he said in a rough voice: "Old Fu's condition is recurring, how can it be so cruel!"

Fang Zhouxi panicked, his eyelashes trembled violently, his eyes froze for a while, and he hurried back.

Seeing the thin figure running back almost staggeringly, Lu Cong slowly returned to his senses, stood there for two seconds, stunned, raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

Hold.

Being so angry that he couldn't choose what to say, he was ashamed to sway in front of Old Fu.

With palpitations, Lu Cong hurriedly caught up with Fang Zhouxi.

In the dimly lit room, the two of them stayed in the room for too long, Ting Miao not only became stiff all over, but also his stomach growled.

Fu Ying was hugging Ting Miao, when she suddenly heard a "goo" in her arms, she blinked her eyes, but didn't realize it all at once.

But Ting Miao blushed first, and muttered softly in his arms: "Mr. Fu, I'm so hungry."

Fu Ying panicked, let go of him, and stroked Ting Miao's face: "I'll go, I'll go get me something to eat..." He turned his head suddenly, only to find that the wheelchair was still by the door.

There was no feeling in the legs, limp on the carpet like a piece of wood.

Fu Ying stared at her legs obsessively, the hair hanging on her forehead blocked his sight, Ting Miao couldn't see the change of his eyes clearly.

Ting Miao pondered for a while, and suggested, "Otherwise, Mr. Fu, please let go of me first, and I'll go to the refrigerator." The luxury suite is equipped with a small kitchen and refrigerator. You can also fill your stomach.

"No!" Fu Ying raised her head abruptly, grabbed his wrist tied by a tie, panic flashed in her eyes.

Ting Miao's wrists were bound, and the skin was rubbed off again, and it hurt when he touched it. Now that Fu Ying was holding him, he was trembling with pain, and he did not forget to comfort Fu Ying: "Okay, I won't go, and I won't untie it." ,I am here."

Then he also looked at the wheelchair. If the distance was a little further, Mr. Fu might not be able to get up.

Ting Miao sighed inwardly, resting his chin on Fu Ying's shoulder, obediently rubbed it softly a few times, his brows and eyes were so tender that he almost drowned: "Teacher Fu, don't go, I suddenly don't want to eat."

Fu Ying tightened her lips, shook her head stubbornly, and said hoarsely, "I'm hungry, eat."

He let go of Ting Miao, and slowly turned around while moving his paralyzed feet.

Fu Ying's legs are not particularly bad. When she was in a wheelchair, she could get up and down smoothly with her familiarity with wheelchairs.It's just that I sat on the ground for too long last night, coupled with the merciless beating just now, I can't use my strength at all now.

But he stubbornly wanted to move to the wheelchair.

The blue veins on his forehead were obviously pulsating, and the blood vessels on his arms and neck seemed to protrude, struggling to leave his crippled body.

Fu Ying's body tensed up, the cloth rustled as it moved, his eyes were dark, he didn't care about anything, he walked towards the door half-moving and half-scrambling in embarrassment.

Ting Miao looked at him nervously, his dry lips were chapped and bleeding, he shook his head and shouted: "Don't, Teacher Fu, I won't eat, don't move!"

After speaking, he whimpered and kept humming Fu Ying's name.

After a long time, panting, Fu Ying climbed slowly and with difficulty to sit on the wheelchair, and he steered the wheelchair into the small kitchen.

Ting Miao watched helplessly as he opened the refrigerator, picked up the food, and slowly slid it over.

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but the heartache that followed permeated his whole body.

In less than a day, Ting Miao experienced heart-wrenching pain several times.

He choked and sniffed, thinking that Fu Ying was sitting in a wheelchair, but unexpectedly, as soon as Teacher Fu approached, he staggered and fell off the wheelchair, collapsed on the ground in embarrassment, and struggled to get up.

"Ah—" Ting Miao's heart skipped a beat, and he yelled, "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, how are you? Do you feel any pain?"

Fu Ying struggled to sit up from the ground, pinching the bread bag tightly with her fingertips in pain.

The bread inside shrank suddenly, but he didn't notice it. After barely sitting down, he held two pieces of bread in his hands and offered them to Ting Miao as if offering treasures. His pale lips trembled slightly: "Ting Miao, A Miao, A Miao …Eat the bread, ah, good boy.”

His voice is so humble, this is Ting Miao's first thought.

He was reluctant to part with such a humble Fu Ying. In his heart, Teacher Fu was always the most proud and heroic god, hotter than the sun.

Ting Miao's eyes were sore, he stretched out his hands at the same time, picked up the bread, and suddenly, it fell to his side.

Fu Ying murmured hoarsely: "Did it fall?"

He made a gesture to pick it up, but his cold embrace was immediately filled.

—— Ting Miao threw himself into his arms regardless.

Looking up, she chased his lips, and when the dry lips touched together, Fu Ying was startled.

"Kiss me." The lips parted slightly, Ting Miao's eyes were watery, panting: "If you don't kiss me now, I will be sad."

"Teacher Fu, don't make Miao Miao sad." Ting Miao hummed in a low voice.

Fu Ying buried her head in her mouth and sucked his lips.

Gently licking the chapped place, he didn't stop until the blood on his lips was wiped clean.The lips gradually became soft, not only Ting Miao's, but also Fu Ying's.Their lips were pressed together, and both of them were addicted to the hot temperature.

Ting Miao's initiative and response undoubtedly made Fu Ying throb with emotion.

He licked and kissed vigorously, with the tip of his tongue sticking in, hooking on Ting Miao's white teeth, and scraping it, Ting Miao trembled comfortably.

"Hmm... Teacher Fu."

Fu Ying lost her mind, held his cheeks, and deepened the kiss.

The fingers he put on Ting Miao's cheeks kept stroking that soft spot: "Ting Miao, A Miao, A Miao, A Miao..."

Can't get enough of his name.

Ting Miao was so engrossed in Fu Ying's deep affection that he gradually forgot the time and the movement around him.

The two of them didn't even realize that Fang Zhouxi, who had rushed back from the coffee room, just came to the corridor and asked Master Zhao to pick the lock neatly.

Qin Li shook his head and refused, Fang Zhouxi called for bodyguards directly.

Dozens of bodyguards in black and sunglasses held Qin Li in place.

Fang Zhou said coldly: "Pick the lock, keep your voice down, don't make any noise."

The master lock picker tremblingly went to pick the lock.

"Pa-ta-click!" The lock body fell to the ground, and Fang Zhouxi pushed the door impatiently.

The dim indoor situation jumped into the eyes of several people.

Seeing this, Lu Cong who was chasing him rubbed his hair irritably.

The warm yellow room was dark and gloomy, and the eyes of several people wandered around the room quickly.

The two who will soon be sitting in the aisle between the bed and the floor-to-ceiling windows can see clearly.

Seeing Fu Ying hugging Ting Miao's face and kissing him, Fang Zhouxi's pupils trembled violently.

"Ah!" Hua Xinyu exclaimed.

After the words fell, Fang Zhouxi had already rushed in, and at the same time, Qin Li and Lu Cong followed with worried faces.

The movement at the door distracted Ting Miao, he panted and glanced at that side, came out of Fu Ying's arms in a panic, and said in shock: "Brother!"

Fang Zhouxi was so angry that he didn't look at him at all, and he didn't seem to hear his voice. He strode over and punched Fu Ying hard with his hands clenched into fists.

Ting Miao shook his head in panic and hissed, "Brother, don't—"

"Fang Zhou, wait!" Lu Cong quickly stopped his fist.

"Go away!" Fang Zhouxi turned away from Lu Cong, his eyes were red with anger, he grabbed Fu Ying's collar and punched him hard in the face a few times.

After the beating, he saw that Ting Miao's hands and feet were tied.

Others present also looked at Ting Miao's hands and feet in horror.

Fang Zhouxi's angry expression distorted his face, and the usually cold person looked like a cat stretching its claws madly at this moment: "Fu Ying, you bastard, how dare you treat him like this?!"

Ting Miao widened his eyes and sobbed: "No, brother, don't hit him, don't, don't hit Teacher Fu."

A few rounds of fights by Fang Zhou was not enough, he wanted to fight again regardless of Ting Miao's cries.Lu Cong gritted his teeth in frustration, ran over, hugged Fang Zhouxi from behind, and pulled him back: "Stop beating, Fang Zhouxi."

Fang Zhouxi's strength was not as strong as Lu Cong's, so he was shackled by him and glared fiercely at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying's face was covered with bruises, her clothes were messed up, and she was in a panic.

Ting Miao choked up and shouted: "Xinyu, come quickly, help me untie it."

After untying his tie, he threw himself onto Fu Ying's body with a stiff body, touched Fu Ying's face with trembling hands, and cried bitterly: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu...brother, I beg you not to hit Mr. Fu."

Fang Zhouxi felt distressed: "He treats you like this!?"

Ting Miao's shoulders trembled violently: "No, brother is not what you think."

The room was noisy, and Fu Ying's ears were filled with crying and cursing.

He froze for two seconds, then raised his head violently, his eyes completely out of focus, his hands clasped his head, and screamed in pain.

Everyone in the room was frightened by him, and Fang Zhouxi was also dumbfounded.

But he didn't care about Fu Ying, taking advantage of the gap between Lu Cong's surprise, he broke away from Lu Cong, and forcibly pulled Ting Miao away: "Xin Yu, come here, hold Miao Miao, let's go!"

Ting Miao was hungry and helpless, stiff and weak, so he could only be forced to leave by Fang Zhouxi and Hua Xinyu.

"Brother, don't do this, I won't go...don't, don't!"

Ting Miao's cries gathered in Fu Ying's ears, he broke down, growled, and stopped his barely suppressed screaming.

Bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, he saw his Ting Miao being taken away, but he couldn't stand up at all and couldn't look for it.He was paranoid that Ting Miao didn't want him anymore, he recognized Lu Cong, grabbed his sleeve, opened and closed his mouth, and shouted incoherently: "A Miao, A Miao, mine, stop him, stop him!"

Lu Cong couldn't stand it anymore, so he hurried to stop Fang Zhouxi before he left the room.

"Fang Zhou, wait a minute. Can you ask Ting Miaoxing? He is the person involved, and he doesn't want to leave the old man." Lu Cong shook his head and said earnestly: "The old man definitely doesn't want to hurt him. Please, give him a hand." an opportunity."

Fang Zhouxi pointed at the place where Ting Miao's wrist was tied with a tie and his skin was worn out, and roared angrily, "Fu Ying is a lunatic!"

Ting Miao sobbed loudly: "He is not, not..."

Fang Zhouxi's attitude is tough, but Ting Miao is reluctant to part with Fu Ying, especially now, he can't imagine what Teacher Fu will do after he is taken away.Panting urgently, while his brother was talking to Lu Cong, he suddenly broke away from his hand.

He stumbled and ran back to Fu Ying.

Fu Ying was trembling, his whole body was shaking, his body was as cold as if he had just come out of an ice cellar, the blood at the corner of his mouth was congealed into stiff lumps, and his hands were twitching like spasms.

Ting Miao's eyes were red, and he looked into Fu Ying's eyes seriously, with a hoarse voice: "I won't go, Mr. Fu, calm down, calm down first."

Fu Ying held Ting Miao's hand tightly, his whole face was pale and lifeless, his dark pupils shrank, he couldn't hear Ting Miao's words, and he kept shouting frequently: "A Miao, don't go."

Her throat was slightly sweet, and Fu Ying suddenly vomited a mouthful of bright red blood.

"Fu Ying—!" Ting Miao broke down.

He was terrified and wanted to touch Teacher Fu's face, but he only saw Fu Ying's muddy closed eyes and the bright red blood around his mouth.

Blood dripped on his chafed wrist.

The blood of the two touched together, and the bloody smell in Ting Miao's nostrils swallowed all his thoughts.He was crying out of breath holding Fu Ying, looked at Fang Zhouxi with blurred eyes, and whimpered like an animal: "Brother, brother, save Teacher Fu, save him!"

……

The moment the gods fell from the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars retreated chaotically, and the entanglements that Fu Ying had forgotten for four years poured into his mind frantically.

The author has something to say: I want to pamper you~(≧▽≦)/~ But Mr. Fu hasn’t learned how to pet people, learning ing

Mr. Fu only remembered the incident four years ago: he saved someone from Qin Mao; he didn't like Qin Mao so he beat him up.There was actually something else, but he forgot. (Chapter 3 47.1%, Chapter 38 62.5% mentioned)

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 burning little demon;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of comouflage;

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