Pillow people and dignitaries

The next day, Mu Zeqiao saw an apology video on Weibo. He clicked on it and watched it for a few seconds, then immediately closed his eyes and looked up at Fu Junchi.

The person apologizing in the video is Lu Cheng, and the content is similar to what he thought, clarifying the previous slander.Based on Mu Zeqiao's understanding of Lu Cheng, he is unlikely to take the initiative to release a video apology, and the tone of his speech is too sincere, and the direction of several sentences is in the direction that is beneficial to Mu Zeqiao.

And in the video, Lu Cheng admitted that he has been pestering Mu Zeqiao.

"Brother Fu, is the video on the Internet... you?"

The only thing Mu Zeqiao could think of was that someone threatened Lu Cheng behind his back that he had to say this. As for the few people who were able to threaten Lu Cheng from such a distance.

Fu Junchi directly admitted, "Well, find someone to teach him a lesson."

Mu Zeqiao blinked and praised Fu Junchi.

"It's pretty good."

Before Mu Zeqiao and Fu Junchi went back, Yao Bin took advantage of Fu Junchi's time to get into the car, leaned into Mu Zeqiao's ear, and whispered a few words.

After getting in the car, Mu Zeqiao swiped his phone, occasionally glanced at Fu Junchi who was in the driver's seat, his mind was full of what Yao Bin said.

He opened Weibo, entered the search page, and entered a user nickname in it.

little little little little little little joe

He clicked to search, but in just a second, he really came up with the name.

Mu Zeqiao glanced at Fu Junchi cautiously, deliberately turned his side to prevent Fu Junchi from seeing it, and then clicked on the Weibo homepage.

The blogger hasn't posted on Weibo for about half a year, and the fans on this account are in double digits, and almost all of them are zombie fans.

The latest Weibo has only four words.

Met him.

The beating frequency of the heart under the chest accelerated a lot, Mu Zeqiao tried his best to calm himself down, and suppressed the slight trembling of his fingertips.

He scrolled down the page, and several microblogs were almost all pictures of white cats, not even a finger of the cat owner was seen.

After looking through several posts, Mu Zeqiao found another Weibo with text.

happy Birthday.

The words are few and simple, and the time of posting this Weibo happened to be Mu Zeqiao's birthday.

The more you scroll down, the more text there is. Mu Zeqiao simply slid to the first Weibo of this Weibo account. The calculation time should be five or six years. It is a forwarded Weibo, and the content is about "Time 1". The story probably.

Around this time period, almost all the content this person forwarded was related to Muzeqiao, and he only forwarded it without leaving a single comment.

Mu Zeqiao also found this account and joined his super chat, just like a blogger who fanned him.

He flipped through the pages, and suddenly remembered that during the filming of "Time 2", he received tulips one morning. He remembered that there was a card in the middle of the delicate tulips, signed exactly the same as the name of this Weibo account.

Mu Zeqiao stared at the phone screen, his heart beating uncontrollably.

It turns out that the bouquet of tulips was not a gift from a fan, it was actually Fu Junchi...

No, does that mean that Fu Junchi was serious about chasing stars before...

The phone was placed on his lap, Mu Zeqiao suddenly lowered his head and buried his face in the palm of his hand...

OMG.....

Mu Zeqiao couldn't suppress his smile, but he didn't really want Fu Junchi to see him so happy, he must be not an ordinary idiot.

Shouldn't have found it...

Mu Zeqiao quietly shifted his gaze to Fu Junchi, and then met Fu Junchi's sideways glance.

And the phone on his lap was still on.

Fu Junchi saw it.

He lowered his head even lower.

The redness spread to the roots of the ears.

Mu Zeqiao took a while to control his emotions. He took a few deep breaths and said tentatively, "Brother Fu, are you chasing stars?"

"Chase."

The redness that hadn't completely receded on his face climbed up again.

Mu Zeqiao slowed down for a while, turned his eyes to the window, pretended not to care, and asked, "Who is it?"

"you."

Mu Zeqiao looked at the receding scenery outside the window and said nothing. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but that when he spoke, he would [-]% reveal his truth, and he might even let out a smirk that couldn't stop.

It was obvious that Fu Junchi had only said two words, but he felt that he was already happily spinning in circles.

"Jojo, laugh if you want, don't hold back."

Mu Zeqiao couldn't hold back anymore, he laughed heartily while looking at Fu Junchi's profile obsessively.

"Haha...Brother Fu, I'm so happy." He raised the corner of his mouth, "I will read all those Weibo without missing a single word."

Fu Junchi's ears were rarely stained with red, and it was rare to reject Mu Zeqiao's request once: "Don't look at it."

Everyone will unconsciously care about the person they like, and Fu Junchi is no exception.

The person he likes went to act in a movie, so he naturally had to watch it several times; the person he liked opened Weibo, so he naturally had to pay attention to it.Fu Junchi's crush is like many people, secretly standing where the person he likes can't see, and paying attention to him carefully.

Mu Zeqiao stopped laughing, his expression was a bit serious, and the heat on his face hadn't faded.

He said: "I will read every word written by Brother Fu and remember it in my heart. I think from now on, I can enter Brother Fu's world and get to know my lover again."

He paused, lowered his eyes and smiled softly, "Now, it shouldn't be too late."

The car stopped at an intersection with a red light on, Fu Junchi rubbed his hair, "Qiao Qiao, you have already taken root there."

Since Fu Jun saw Mu Zeqiao for the first time.

The love is full of love, nourished by time, and in the depths of the soul, it has grown from a small seed to a big tree that covers the sky and the sun.

When they returned home, Fu Junchi discussed the travel plan with Mu Zeqiao in detail. Mu Zeqiao had no differences. For him, as long as there was Fu Junchi's place, he was willing to go anywhere.

Before going on a trip, Mu Zeqiao wanted to go back to Mu's house. It happened that there were still three days before their scheduled departure date. It would be fine to be idle for these three days, so he wanted to go back to accompany Mu's parents and Mu's mother. The matter, tell Mu's father and Mu's mother.

Mu Zeqiao stayed at home for a day first, helping Mu's mother cook and playing chess with Mu's father. After telling them about this at the dinner table in the evening, Mu's mother was taken aback, and Mu's father didn't believe it, but neither any rejection.

Father Mu has always liked Fu Junchi very much, he is calm when things happen, and he gives people a good feeling when talking, unlike those smooth people in business, he has no improper thoughts, and I heard that he has already succeeded in starting a business, Didn't ask for help from home at all.

Such an outstanding person, it is unlikely that he has a crush on his son, right?

Thoughts come to mind, Father Mu is quite satisfied with this matter, the two of them usually leave more frequently, now they are getting closer, how could they not be happy?

Mu Mu's eyes were red again, and Mu Zeqiao leaned over to coax her. After coaxing her for a while, Mu Mu smiled again.

It's not that Mu's mother doesn't like this matter, it's just that in her heart, she suddenly felt moved, and her eyes were red because she didn't control her emotions well.

Mu Zeqiao stayed at home for three days, and told Mu's father and mother about his plan to travel, and promised that Mu's mother would come back home when he had time.

Mu's father and Mu's mother sent Mu Zeqiao downstairs, and saw Fu Junchi waiting outside.

Mu Zeqiao couldn't help speeding up his pace, and threw himself into Fu Junchi's arms.

Fu Junchi hugged him with a soft expression, and stroked his soft hair.

He naturally took Mu Zeqiao's hand, nodded towards Mu's father and mother, and called his uncle and aunt.

Standing beside him, Mu Zeqiao scratched the back of his ear embarrassingly.

Mu's father and Mu's mother gave them a few instructions, and then let them go.

The afterglow of the west fell on them, and the two shadows were pulled by the elders. They walked forward, and the shadows behind them moved with their steps.

Seen from a distance, the sun seemed to be between them. The tall man turned his head, the corners of his lips gently curled up, and the handsome man who was holding hands with him leaned forward.

They block the setting sun and their lips fit together.

Their stories are too long to be told in this lifetime.

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