After the official announcement with the disabled actor

Ting Miao and Fu Ying were invited out in despair.

But Ting Miao didn't feel ashamed, and immediately ignored the dark eyes that the uncles and uncles gave them when they left.He rubbed his nose, with a smile on his face, took Fu Ying's hand and swayed it from side to side, and took him to wander around in the alley of Marquis of Ji'an.

The living alley was bustling with activity, and the long table banquet almost attracted children from Quanwanyao, who grabbed dried fruits and ate them while circling around the table.

After Ting Miao took Fu Ying for a stroll, he and he went to other beautiful scenery in Wanyao that he hadn't visited during the live broadcast, and played for the whole afternoon, before returning home before dinner.

The courtyard was full of people, especially the kitchen and the main room.

Ting Miao and Fu Ying went straight to the main room, sat with the elders, chatted while eating melon seeds.There were lights and festoons inside and outside the room, and Ting Chenchen took his younger siblings around, creating an inexplicably New Year's atmosphere.

After chatting for a long time, the third grandfather next door brought his family over, and there was another big crowd.Just when the birthday banquet was ready, everyone laughed and sat down around the round table to celebrate the third grandpa's birthday.

The scene is not very lively.

Ting Miao was full of food and wine, his stomach was full, and he rubbed Fu Ying's ear with a smile: "If Brother Wenqin sees me now, he must say that I am a glutton, a foodie, and not a celebrity. .”

Before he finished speaking, Fang Zhouxi on the other side supported his shoulders and kept him away from Fu Ying.

Fang Zhouxi came in the afternoon, and after celebrating his birthday, he guarded his cousin and prevented him from being next to Fu Ying.

"Oh, Teacher Fu..."

Fang Zhouxi wanted to cry but had no tears: "Shout, shout, what are you shouting for? Are you not drunk?" He glanced at Fu Ying, who had just been given a lot of alcohol by the elders, and now he looked slightly confused and his face was a little red. I didn't speak for a long time, and I didn't know if I was drunk.

Ting Miao waved his hand, showing a row of white teeth to Fang Zhou: "Cousin, it's okay, Mr. Fu is drunk, I have to take him back to the room."

Fang Zhou asked, "Where does he sleep?"

Ting Miao was a little shy: "Of course it's my room."

"You guys together?" Just as Fang Zhouxi finished speaking, he realized that what he said was completely nonsense, how could his younger brother not be with Fu Ying.Fang Zhouxi shook his head helplessly, let go of Ting Miao, and said with a gloomy expression: "It doesn't matter if it's a room, be careful, Fu Ying has drunk too much, be careful not to hurt yourself."

Knowing that his cousin was still thinking about the past, Ting Miao nodded and didn't say much.

After saying that, seeing his cousin leave, Ting Miao pursed his lips with a smile, turned around and walked to Fu Ying's side.

He leaned over and said softly, "Mr. Fu, shall we go back to our room?"

Fu Ying didn't speak, but stretched out her hand to hold his wrist.

Ting Miao couldn't help smiling, and slowly pushed Fu Ying to his own room.Ting Miao doesn't stay at home all year round, but the room at home has always been reserved. Two days before he came back, his mother asked someone to clean it. Now I went in and took a look, it was very tidy and clean.His room wasn't too big, but the bed was more than enough for two adults.

After entering the room, Ting Miao made a cup of sober tea for Teacher Fu. While washing the cup, Ting Miao turned to look at Fu Ying, and saw him leaning on the wheelchair with his eyes closed, sitting there quietly without moving.

The smile on the corner of Ting Miao's mouth deepened.

When the tea cooled down, he pushed Fu Ying to the bedside.

"Ms. Fu, brother Fu, brother?" Ting Miao saw his eyelashes trembling, and his face was filled with joy. He wondered if Mr. Fu had sobered up, so he couldn't help but get closer.He bent over and his eyes were even with Fu Ying's.

Ting Miao looked at it, and couldn't help shaking his head.

With such a perspective, you can almost count the number of teacher Fu's eyelashes.

His double eyelids are also very clear, not wide, but narrow, but when they reach the end of the eyes, they are slightly raised, making the overall look narrow and long.Staring at Mr. Fu's eyes, gradually, in his mind, the way Mr. Fu usually opened his eyes appeared, his eyes were deep, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be dizzy into the abyss, so he specially hooked him to jump down.

Just jumping is not enough, you have to be swallowed by those deep creatures.

Ting Miao couldn't help shivering, shrunk his shoulders, stretched out his fingers and carefully touched his eyelashes.Among them, two eyelashes are very curled, which is different from the others and attracts people's attention.Ting Miao touched it with his fingertips, and his mind moved slightly. When he wanted to touch it again, the person in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.

Ting Miao was startled and hurriedly backed away.

Wrapping his arms around his waist, he couldn't help but pull him into his arms.

Ting Miao's eyes widened and he snorted, sitting on Fu Ying's lap in a blink of an eye, and fell into his arms.

"Teacher Fu, are you not drunk?" After panicking, Ting Miao blinked and asked in surprise.

Fu Ying's eyes were very clear, there was no trace of drunkenness, Ting Miao guessed that he was not drunk, nuzzled his mouth, and was about to make another squeamish sound, but saw Teacher Fu resting his chin on his neck, sticking there. Rubbing vaguely.

Ting Miao's heart softened again: "Teacher Fu?"

Fu Ying smiled softly, and her voice, which was smudged by the alcohol, penetrated into Ting Miao's ears: "It's just pretending... A Miao, I can't drink anymore."

Ting Miao's ears moved sensitively, his eyes drooped, and he whispered to him in a low voice: "So that's the case, but you still drank a lot, right?...Ah, yes, I'm going to get the hangover tea, it's going to be cold."

He grabbed the wheelchair and wanted to get up, but Fu Ying refused to let him, "A Miao, don't drink." His chin rested on his neck and rubbed back and forth, his voice was hoarse, which was obviously the same tone as usual, but it sounded like this at night. , like a deliberate seduction.

Ting Miao licked his lips, and fell into Fu Ying's arms, and the two of them did not speak in a tacit understanding.

The moonlight is light at night, but there are still fragments of light coming in, making the room quiet.

The heartbeats of the two were also entangled.

After a long silence, Ting Miao was worried about crushing his leg, so he moved to get off. Fu Ying let him go and leaned back on the back of the wheelchair.

His head was raised slightly, the corners of his mouth curved like a smile but not a smile, and he leaned against the back of the chair and breathed slowly.Ting Miao came over with tea and asked him to drink it, Fu Ying took it and drank it down.

"How can you drink tea like this?" Ting Miao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and his tone was somewhat reproachful.

Hearing A Miao mumbled twice, Fu Ying laughed, her eyes looked very confused, she raised Ting Miao's finger and said, "I'm drunk, you have to let me go."

"Pretend!" Ting Miao put his hands on his hips.

This is something I often do. Teacher Fu has been like this since then, and he is not domineering at all.

Ting Miao was thinking to himself, Fu Ying's eyes had changed slightly, his gaze passed Ting Miao, and went straight to the bookcase behind Ting Miao.

Visible to the naked eye, there is a thick photo album in there.

Fu Ying remembered what she had heard from her brothers and sisters at the dinner table earlier, and she suddenly felt bad, hiding aggression in her eyes, and stared domineeringly at Ting Miao's eyes.

Ting Miao felt guilty for a while, his eyes were too hot, scorching him.

He blinked to prevent random glances: "Mr. Fu, what's wrong?"

Fu Ying's face was gloomy, she grabbed Ting Miao's wrist without thinking, and pulled him to her body: "I want to see your childhood photos..."

After the words fell, there was a buzzing in Ting Miao's head, and his thoughts instantly returned to the dinner table.

He and Mr. Fu sat among a group of peers, chatting happily.Later, a cousin drank too much. Seeing him and Mr. Fu getting bored, he suddenly talked about his childhood photos and said who was the cutest and who was the most sculpted when he was young.The other brothers and sisters also laughed and joined the topic.

Ting Miao vaguely heard his name several times, and thought that Teacher Fu would not take it to heart, but unexpectedly came to him now.

It's not that you can't look at the photos when you were young, it's just that they are a bit real...

His brows furrowed into a tangle.

Fu Ying whispered: "A Miao, will you show me?"

Ting Miao turned around, leaned on his lap, and looked up at him: "Yes, but Teacher Fu also wants to show me."

Fu Ying froze for a few seconds, then shook her head: "I haven't."

Ting Miao also froze, frowned and scolded himself secretly, why mention Mr. Fu's childhood when he was fine.

He pursed his lips and looked at Fu Ying apologetically. Just as he was about to say something, Fu Ying suddenly raised his chin and rubbed his fingertips on his lips. His hoarse voice was full of coaxing, and he said: "There's nothing to apologize for, A Miao, I don't care about the past anymore."

The rosy lips were rubbed into a darker color, and they were gorgeously coated with cherry butter.

After Fu Ying finished speaking, her eyes gradually darkened, and the movements of her hands became more serious unconsciously: "Don't say anything else, show me quickly, A Miao."

Ting Miao couldn't stand him, she got up shyly to get it.

The photos before he was about ten years old were all put in a book. When Ting Miao was at home, he always put the photo album at the bottom of the box. At some point, his mother dug it out and put it on the bookcase.He stood on tiptoe and hugged the top photo album down.

The photo album was spread out on the bed, Fu Ying pushed the wheelchair against the edge of the bed, Ting Miao thought for a while, and simply turned over and sat on the bed, forming a sitting position in pairs with Fu Ying.

There was a photo album in front of the two of them, the photos were scattered by Ting Miao, and they were all spread out on the bed.

Neatly arranged to the full.

Ting Miao touched his nose: "That's all, Mr. Fu."

Now that he took it out, he was not so shy. Ting Miao picked out a few that he thought were super cute, and handed them to Fu Ying as if they were offering treasures.

The photos range from those who were just born to ten years old. They all have red lips and white teeth, round faces, black and bright eyes, and big ones. There are a few snapshots of lowered eyes with long and curled eyelashes. They look like little fairies.

Fu Ying thought to herself, even cuter than all the children I saw today.

His heart was softened by these childhood memories, and he couldn't put it down.

Suddenly, he saw a fluffy skirt in a princess dress, with a crown on top of his head. He didn't know if it was a wig or he really had such long hair, slightly curly, reaching shoulder length.He was looking at the camera, obediently holding up the hem of his skirt, and slightly bent his knees, making him so cute.

Fu Ying took it out of several photos.

When Ting Miao saw it, he groaned, and hurriedly reached out to grab it.

How could Fu Ying give it to him again, she laughed lowly, with sharp eyes and quick hands, she immediately held it in front of her eyes for a closer look.

Ting Miao didn't catch it, his feet slumped, and he lay on the bed like a skinny, with a bitter expression, and nunu mouth: "Don't look... Teacher Fu, it's embarrassing."

"No, it's very cute." Fu Ying couldn't help but frowned.

He held it in both hands, his eyes were deep, and he looked at it extremely seriously. It was obviously just a photo, but it seemed that he couldn't get enough of it.

The Ting Miao in the photo is strange and familiar, a look he has never seen before, Fu Ying inexplicably has a thought, regret why he didn't know A Miao earlier.Had it been earlier, wouldn't everything have changed.

After the loss, there is urgent joy.

No matter what happened in the past, at least now he and Ting Miao are fully focused on each other.

Fu Ying's eyes gradually became hot, burning Ting Miao's face. Ting Miao rubbed her cheeks and sat up from the bed.It doesn't matter if the photo is taken away, anyway, he would like any kind of Teacher Fu. Thinking of this, he got up again, looked at Fu Ying with a smile on his cheek, and blinked: "Does it look good, Teacher Fu?"

"It looks good." Fu Ying did not hesitate.

Ting Miao's eyes lit up.

He tapped his fingers on the photo, pursed his lips, and rubbed secretly to remind Fu Ying: "You can post on Weibo."

Ting Miao is crazy about showing off his relationship.

It was okay to talk about it when we were not formally together with Mr. Fu, but Mr. Fu has already confessed to him, and now he is a serious boyfriend.

I just want to bask in the sun.

Want to spread dog food.

Let everyone know that he belongs to Mr. Fu, and Mr. Fu also belongs to him.

Hearing his muttering in a low voice, Fu Ying knew that there must be something left in her heart, she smiled helplessly, and when Ting Miao approached him stickily, she rubbed his head, and said incomparably indulgently, "Okay."

Ting Miao was overjoyed, got off the bed, and rubbed behind the wheelchair.

He bent down and imitated Mr. Fu, resting his chin on his shoulder, wrapping his hands around his neck, and staring at the mobile phone he was fiddling with.

Fu Ying let him do this, didn't move, and continued to edit Weibo.

The moment after posting, Ting Miao tilted his head, and kissed Fu Ying heavily on the face with a mua, "Mr. Fu, I love you to death—"

But Teacher Fu's face was actually very calm.

Ting Miao pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, so calm that he felt that Teacher Fu didn't like kissing anymore.

"Brother Fu..." Ting Miao smacked his lips, unwilling.

At this moment, Fu Ying rubbed the center of her brows, a low smile escaped her throat, and without looking back at him, she pointed to the other side of her cheek that was not kissed.

The answer is self-evident.

Ting Miao was aroused by his movements, blessed to the heart, and happily switched sides, mua's voice kissed him, it was heavier than just now.

Fu Ying narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

Very nice.

Weibo is not stable at this time.

Fu Ying's new Weibo undoubtedly shocked the audience.

@Fu Ying: Whose princess. [photo]

Damn it - fuck it! ! !

[Fu Ying's wife]: ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what are you doing? ?I am now announcing that the cute baby in the picture is me! ! !

[Heroic and valiant]: My brother is finally online. I miss you. By the way, who does this belong to? The photo is a bit old. Could it be Mr. Fu’s sister or niece?

[Double yolk eggs are awesome]: Cute, cute, whose princess is super cute!

Fans ran fast, and there were 10,000+ comments in just a few seconds.

Not long after, a Weibo was pushed to the front row.

[Sister Immortal]: Well, do you guys feel that this photo is inexplicably similar to the childhood photo of the Immortal CEO Fang Zhouxi?

At the annual meeting of Jinrui Group in a certain year, Jinrui employees released Fang Zhouxi's childhood photos, saying that Mr. Fang played games during the annual meeting and was punished for exposing the photos. Fans of Fang Zhouxi kept the photos in their collections.

Now some people were puzzled, and some fans posted photos they treasured.

It's really similar, especially the eyebrows and eyes.

Before waiting for other fans to join in their excitement, the original comment @神仙哥哥 posted another bluff.

[Sister Immortal]: Damn it, I have an epiphany, not only does it look like Fang Zhou, but it looks more like Miaomiao! ! ! !What's going on, can someone tell me! ! !

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