Self-salvation of a cheap substitute

"Reveal the secret! The story behind Fu Xizhou squandering millions overnight!"

"Shocked! The quasi-head of the Fu family has made a high-profile show of love, and perhaps the business world will undergo drastic changes!"

"Sweet, Fu's Group's happy event is approaching, Fu's Group may make a big move!"

"Wang Miao, the mysterious person behind the head of the Fu family."

Above, the title of the marketing account, after the grand firework show and high-profile love show in the early morning, "Wang Miao" and "Fu Xizhou" became the new marketing account "Wealth Password", and you can reap countless rewards with these two names. flow.

Overnight, Wang Miao "fired" all over Pingcheng.

"Hi everyone, I'm Sima Jun from the marketing account. Everyone must know that Fu Xizhou confessed to Wang Miao. So what happened to Fu Xizhou's confession to Wang Miao? Fu Xizhou must be familiar to everyone, so how did Fu Xizhou confess to Wang Miao?" What's the matter? Let the editor take everyone to understand together. Fu Xizhou confessed to Wang Miao. In fact, Fu Xizhou confessed to Wang Miao. You may be surprised. Fu Xizhou confessed to Wang Miao, but the fact is that, The editor was also very surprised, so this is what Fu Xizhou confessed to Wang Miao, what do you think, welcome to discuss with the editor in the comment area!" The uncle's voice was like a bell.

"..." Wang Miao covered his head with the quilt and shrank into a ball.

"What the hell are you writing about? If he wasn't beaten to death, it's just as if his mother burned incense!" the uncle scolded.

"..." Wang Miao heard an aunt's voice participating in the discussion, and suddenly felt that he was in a "dangerous situation".

Yes, Wang Miao was hospitalized again with a high fever. This time it was Hei Hei who rescued him. It is said that Hei Hei took the cats to the street and bit a person's trouser leg, and dragged the good-hearted man until he passed out Beside Wang Miao in the past, after hearing about this incident, Wang Miao couldn't help but clenched his fists and burst into tears, "Heihei, daddy is so big, daddy didn't love you in vain.

But when he woke up, the doctors and nurses pointed at him, and Wang Miao was at a loss until he entered the ward and heard the old man in the next bed reading aloud. With his toes fastened to the bed sheet, he only wanted to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, and no one he knew came to visit the class, otherwise he was afraid that he would die socially on the spot under the watchful eyes of these aunts.

"Wang Miao is in the third bed, Mr. Fu." The doctor pushed open the door of the ward.

"Fuck..." Wang Miao shook his ears, wishing he could dig a hole in the hospital bed, and he crawled out along the hole.

"Oh, Wang Miao is here!" Someone with sharp ears shouted.

"Auntie, don't make noise in the ward, and don't disturb other patients' rest." The doctor said.

"Ah, he is Boss Fu." There was a doubtful voice.

"Wang Miao, I remember it's a man!" A positive voice said.

"How can a good-looking person be that one." There was a regretful voice.

"Really, how could his mother not care about it? It has to be taken care of. This is a big deal." There was a critical voice.

"You engage in these crooked ways at a young age." There was a mocking voice.

"Wang Miao." Fu Xizhou patted a small ball of "objects" under the blanket.

"Hmm—" Wang Miao snorted, admitting that he hadn't slept.

"Aren't you bored?" Fu Xizhou took out an apple and peeled it slowly.

"Yeah." The trembling tone represented Wang Miao's denial.

"Why don't you come out?" Fu Xizhou didn't hear those voices.

"..." Wang Miao was silent.

"Some people have a fever and their mouths are not clean, that's normal." Fu Xizhou smiled lowly.

"Hey boy, how can you swear at others?" Some people have a guilty conscience and want to preemptively occupy the commanding heights of morality.

"You deserve it too?" Fu Xizhou didn't raise his head no matter who said it.

"Why don't you know how to respect the old and love the young at such a young age?" Someone expressed support.

"What do you respect, if you don't brush your teeth, if you don't take a shower, or if you're in your [-]s or [-]s, with a brain and mouth?" Fu Xizhou threw the apple peel into the trash can.

"Hey, it's for your own good that you are the one in your family who can't hold their heads up." An aunt was anxious.

"Well, you can't see your house when you raise your head. I don't know what I crushed to death. It's good for you if our family can't raise its head." Fu Xizhou picked up Wang Miao's quilt and peeled it off. Pass the apple in.

"Isn't it just how much money you have in your family? What are you crazy about? My son has a master's degree and his annual salary is hundreds of thousands, so it's not so crazy?" an old man asked.

"That's right, I may not be as good as your son, but you are definitely not as good as my dad. By the way, I am a graduate of Parsons School of Design with a major in fashion design. The suit that is currently popular in Pingcheng is the one on you, and it is my senior. The manuscripts drawn at school were later put on the domestic market by the Fu Group, and the benefits were not bad, but it is a pity that I did not obtain a master's degree, and I am really ashamed." Fu Xizhou smiled and began to peel apples for himself.

"You!" Someone exasperated.

"What's wrong with me, you ask me, I'm just answering the people's questions truthfully, what do you think you are, as elders in front of me, you can see that you are Uncle Liu who buys vegetables on the street, you go to the vegetable market, I go It’s a high-end headquarters, so it seems to be the chief designer. Of course, I don’t mean to belittle you. One person has one’s own way of life, as long as you feel comfortable, but don’t give your opinion to others. Since you can read, don’t Always look at marketing accounts, read some books, and video software focus on beauties. Get rid of vulgar tastes as soon as possible and step into a rich spiritual world. Spiritual appreciation and spiritual love have nothing to do with men and women, and have nothing to do with organs. If you don't understand, you can go back and ask your master's son." Fu Xizhou bit an apple and said vaguely.

"Fuck, this young man." Wang Miao finally revealed half of his face under the quilt, staring at the serious and unfamiliar Fu Xizhou who was backlit at the moment and praised in a low voice.

"In addition, you asked me why I am so crazy, okay, I will tell you, because you are not as rich as Fu's Group, your son is not as good-looking and talented as I am, and secondly, the clothes you wear are produced by Fu's Group, and Fu's Group supports them There are countless production lines, and even your medical devices are carefully selected by Fu Shi overseas. For the same equipment, Fu Shi would rather face tariffs and face prices higher than market prices. Bringing back the purchases and selling them at a fair price is for the sense of national responsibility, the sense of responsibility of an enterprise, and the attitude of Fu's responsibility to the people. Father did these things as they should, to the extreme, so that he fell on the road of investigating new technologies, no need to thank, Fu Shi should." Facing the uncle and aunt who were gradually lacking in confidence, Fu Xizhou threw out his trump card.

"Didn't everyone say that you are ignorant..." Wang Miao asked in a low voice.

"If you compare my cousin to me." Fu Xizhou moved closer to Wang Miao's ear and smiled softly.

This was the first time that Fu Xizhou displayed such a sharp edge in front of Wang Miao. He went against the light and melted into the light, like the proud, handsome, and wise sun god in ancient Greek mythology.

As he said, love should be the attitude of one soul to another, not the reaction of one organ to another. Since it has nothing to do with organs, it has nothing to do with men and women, but in the eyes of moral guards, such a person seems to be dirty. Pathogens, if you look at them, you will be infected with incurable diseases.

They are "hard-spoken", trying to make you "rein in the precipice", and ask you to "be a man again" in order to highlight their "capability", and have more conversations after dinner-"Look, I saved a young man who lost his footing, and he hates me , it’s okay, it’s what it should be, his parents thank me, it’s okay, it’s what it should be.”

They will only regard the person involved as a joke, otherwise, what else, that's all.

But persistence is worth it, and it is also worth being humiliated and attacked by groups, because when you are in embarrassment, there will be someone who will come out in the dark, in the numb crowd, walk in the spotlight, and be in front of you , you can clearly see the bright red totem on his broad back, you can see that every muscle of him is tense for you, like David, like Prometheus who stole fire.

He will block the mind-piercing theories thrown out in the dark for you, and what you have to do is stand up on the ground, hold his hand firmly, and face the search in thousands of eyes with him, be proud Show yourself, show your soul, show your beating, powerful, bright red heart.

This is Fu Xizhou, two people who are completely different from Jiang Lin. In Wang Miao's eyes, Fu Xizhou has been crowned with laurel at this moment, spread his golden wings, and his sun chariot has already glided across the sky.

Wang Miao stared fixedly at the smiling man in front of him. He made a bold decision. The boy overturned the quilt and knelt down on the bed. He closed his eyes, and kissed Fu Xizhou's forehead devoutly like a pilgrimage.

You won, you big villain who engages in art, Wang Miao thought to himself.

[The author has something to say: Fu Xizhou's new skin—Apollo, the sun god]