Sending warmth to the beautiful and powerful male second [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Xia saw that Ke Li was in a bit of trouble, and he drooped his eyelashes: "It's fine if he has arrangements, and I can celebrate later."

Ke Li was hesitant to speak, because there was no time all day, no matter how late you waited, you wouldn't be able to wait.

He thought about it, and changed his expression: "Brother Fu... he usually celebrates his birthday with his family."

"Family?" Ji Xia pursed his lower lips. Fu Chen and his mother didn't have a good relationship, why did they celebrate their birthday together, but he couldn't ask directly.

"Then can you see me?"

Ke Li recalled the itinerary. Fu Chen’s mother’s hospital was in the next province, and it took about two hours to fly. I’m afraid I had to leave the night before, so he smiled embarrassedly: “Probably not, sorry, Xiaoyu total."

"But you can wait a few days before celebrating. Brother Fu must be very happy to know."

After all, every time Fu Chen saw his mother, the air pressure was extremely low. At this time, his sweetheart gave him a make-up birthday, so he should be happy.

Ji Xia said in a low voice, his brows and eyes drooping: "Don't tell him about this."

Ke Li nodded quickly: "Okay, then... I have nothing to do, so I'll leave first?"

Ji Xia hummed, and turned his gaze to the distance.

He actually wanted to ask Fu Chen if he could go with him, because he always felt that it would not be too happy to celebrate his birthday with such a person.

But it was difficult for him to speak, this was someone else's privacy, and he didn't know if Fu Chen would tell him or not.

Ji Xia withdrew his gaze, stared at the ground and sighed softly.

Someone caressed his neck from behind: "What's wrong?"

Ji Xia was taken aback, and turned around: "The filming is over so soon?"

Fu Chen's costume hadn't been changed yet, his dark red robe made his eyebrows more sharp and deep, he raised his eyelids and touched Ji Xia's cheek: "Why are you sighing, who made you unhappy?"

Ji Xia pursed her lips, thinking that it wasn't you.

He threw himself into Fu Chen's arms: "Who dares to make me unhappy? I just... I'm too tired from dancing."

Fu Chen patted Ji Xia's back lightly: "Then don't dance."

Ji Xia struggled out of his arms: "How can I do that? I've been practicing for several months, and I'm so close to the door, how can I give up."

Fu Chen's eyelids were half down, looking at the revived person in front of him, his eyes softened a bit: "Okay, we Tiantian will always be the best."

Ji Xia raised his chin: "Of course."

Fu Chen looked past Ji Xia and landed on Ke Li who was walking away, his expression darkened.

When everything was busy at night, and Ke Li was about to leave the hotel with his bag on his back, Fu Chen called him, "What does Yu Jing want from you during the day?"

Ke Li thumped inwardly, quickly analyzed the situation in front of him in his mind, and turned around: "It's all my fault for talking too much, I didn't see Mr. Yu practicing singing and dancing recently, so I just asked how he was doing..."

Ke Li's back was sweating coldly. This was the first time he lied to Brother Fu. The main reason was that he promised Xiao Yu that he would never talk about it.

What if the two of them broke down because of this.

Besides, he was Fu Chen's manager, no matter how much he thanked Ji Xia for giving Fu Chen good resources, he still turned to Brother Fu, wishing that Ji Xia would be wronged a little, and he didn't want Brother Fu to be in a dilemma about this matter.

Fu Chen raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Ke Li unconsciously stretched his hands into his pockets to support himself: "Really, can I still lie to you about this?"

It can only be said that Ke Li's random words coincided with Ji Xia's.

Fu Chen withdrew his gaze: "Yes."

Fu Chen didn't fully believe it, but Ji Xia didn't feel any different from usual in the following week, so he didn't mention it again, and only waited until he came back from this trip, and then asked him to ask carefully.

Of course, Ji Xia didn't really let it go, but he didn't want Fu Chen to find out about it, so he had to hold back and choose a gift for Fu Chen.

Finally, on Saturday night, Ji Xia couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to ask if he could go with him, and he didn't want to follow him to the hospital. If he really couldn't, it would be better if he gave the gift in advance, or he wouldn't give it until his birthday was over. Gifts are boring.

He hid the exquisitely packaged gift box behind him and rang the doorbell, but no one came to open the door for a long time, so he had to use the system to locate Fu Chen's specific location, only to find that he had left early.

System: [mission target happiness value -1]

Ji Xia's mood dropped completely to zero. Since they got together, Fu Chen's happiness value has been maintained at around 40.

Although it is not high, it is much better than the negative one before, and it has not dropped.

Right now, this is still on the road and he dropped it without seeing him. How about when he sees his mother?

Ji Xia rummaged through the information but couldn't find the address of Fu Chen's mother's hospital, so he had to wait for two hours until the plane landed before confirming the exact location.

Unfortunately, the latest flight has just taken off, and the next flight will not be until nine in the morning.

Ji Xia had never felt like he had memorized it like this before, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon on the weekend when he arrived in the next province.

The air here is humid and hot, the sky is gray and heavy, and the sky and the earth are shrouded in a pattering rain curtain. The radio at the airport is broadcasting:

"Attention all tourists, there will be a yellow rainstorm warning in the next three hours in this city, please pay attention to safety. Everyone..."

Ji Xia was paying for an umbrella with a white canvas bag on his back, he was in such a hurry that he didn't even read the weather forecast.

He glanced at Fu Chen's position that would not change in the end, and his exquisite eyebrows frowned. How on earth should he appear in front of Fu Chen without being obtrusive?

In fact, when he got here, Ji Xia regretted it a little.

He was afraid that Fu Chen didn't want to let him know about these things. Besides, the happiness value has dropped a little now, and there has been no fluctuation. Maybe Fu Chen is not as resistant to meeting his mother as he thought, or he has the ability to handle this matter well. thing.

He was afraid that his coming would be superfluous, to break through the pain that everyone had in their hearts.

But Ji Xia still took a taxi, he was really worried, he just planned to take a look at Fu Chen's condition from a distance at a nearby coffee shop.

Fu Chen was standing in the flower shop downstairs of the hospital at this time. This is a private hospital, and the secrecy is very good. He only wears a mask and a peaked cap.

The owner of the flower shop was a quiet and gentle woman, she asked him softly: "Sir, what do you need?"

Fu Chen didn't lift his eyes, and said three words like a formula: "Sunflower."

Her favorite flower, the only bouquet given to her at the awards ceremony.

She forgot, but he remembered it until now.

The woman looked surprised for a moment. This is a hospital, and few people buy such gorgeous flowers, but she quickly recovered: "Okay, please wait a moment."

About a minute later, Fu Chen took the splendid flowers and scanned the QR code to pay.

He raised his gaze, and saw the last remaining white rose, soaked alone in the red bucket, before blooming a soft petal.

Fu Chen: "Wrap this up too."

The shopkeeper smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry sir, this flower branch is broken and is not for sale. If you want it, we can give it to you."

Fu Chen nodded, and the shopkeeper handed Fu Chen a rose about ten centimeters high.

Fu Chen held the flower branch and turned it around in front of his eyes: "Do you have a knife?"

Shopkeeper: "Yes." He bent down and pulled out a small and exquisite utility knife.

Fu Chen took over and pushed out a blade, carved something on it with lowered eyebrows, picked out a piece of black gilt paper and wrapped it up.

He wraps it very skillfully, so that people can't see that it is a broken rose from the outside, but only feel a noble and cool.

Just like him, under the gorgeous exterior is a broken and broken interior, no one wants to give it to others, and it has been left alone until now.

The shopkeeper couldn't help admiring: "Sir, your hands are so skillful."

Fu Chen didn't reply, and scanned the QR code to pay the original price.

Ke Li was waiting outside, and as soon as he saw someone coming out, he hurriedly went over to help hug the flowers with a guilty conscience: "These flowers are really good, shall I go up with you?"

He really didn't expect that he had only just boarded the plane, and Fu Chen himself guessed the reason why Ji Xia was looking for him that day.

Fu Chen put the sunflowers back, avoiding Ke Li's hand, and handed the roses to him: "Take it, book a ticket back home at night."

Ke Li was surprised: "Go back? Where?"

Fu Chen glanced at him: "What do you think?"

"From now on, if you keep the matter from me about him, don't do it."

Ke Li sighed, thinking that he was worrying for others in vain.Dilemma, he sees that Ji Xia is absolutely invincible in his Brother Fu's eyes.

Fu Chen was very familiar with this place, he walked to the single ward with ease, and knocked on the door three times with his fingers.

After standing for about ten minutes, a cold voice came from inside: "Come in."

Fu Chen looked calm, went in and closed the door, took off his hat and mask and put it on the wooden cabinet next to him.

"Ah Chen, long time no see."

Qiao Dong sat on the chair in front of the hospital bed with a thermos cup in his hand, and turned his head with a smile.

Fu Chen's eyes were cold and sharp, and he didn't even give him a look. He walked over and put the flowers on the bedside table - the only vase was already filled with light-colored daisies.

The woman lying on the hospital bed said coldly: "I taught you this way? Is this how you answered when the senior spoke to you?"

Qiao Dong waved his hand: "It's okay, young people, young and energetic, don't like this."

The woman's eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Fu Chen's. Years of torture in the hospital bed have made her facial features thin and mean:

"He's young? He's already 32. At this age in the entertainment industry, he can't accomplish anything. He's a hopeless waste."

Fu Chen looked cold, he didn't listen to this woman's chatter as usual, and there were still people waiting for him to go back.

He arranged the flowers and turned to walk out.

Seeing that he was about to leave, the woman raised her voice suddenly: "You don't even listen to my words now? Don't forget who made me like this, who caused me to be paralyzed in bed, and I have to be taken care of when I eat and drink. , suffered humiliation.”

"It's you! You ruined my life, and you still don't listen to me?"

"Don't forget why I bring you here every birthday, just to let you remember that you can walk in the daylight like this, because I gave birth to you with a desperate fight!"

Fu Chen turned around. He had been listening to such words since he was seven years old, and he almost knew them by heart.For so many years, he has lived in this repressed guilt.

He said lightly: "I think you didn't give birth to me."

The woman's eyes widened: "You, what are you talking about, you are out of order."

Qiao Dong hurriedly put the thermos on the table, looked at Fu Chen and comforted the woman: "Don't get angry, he's just like this, Chen, come and apologize to your mother."

The woman leaned on the pillow, her eyes quickly filled with tears: "Zhizhi, how can you talk to your mother like this? Have you forgotten how your mother treated you when you were a child? Even if your mother is paralyzed in bed, she will still sing to lull you to sleep..."

Fu Chen drooped his eyelids, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

It was indeed not the case at first, and there were warm moments between them, but the gap and time eventually wiped out everything.

Fu Chen: "Nothing else, I'm leaving first."

The woman took a deep breath: "Stop! You want to fly when your wings are hard. Do you think you can do whatever you want if you get rich?"

"Fu Chen, why are you so lazy and lazy, you don't think you are dirty, I think you are dirty!"

Fu Chen raised his eyes to stare at her, and curled his mouth mockingly: "Yeah, I've been rotten for a long time."

Qiao Dong was in a hurry. Usually, Fu Chen was indifferent to his mother on the surface, but in fact he did whatever his mother said.

So recently he had a faint feeling that Fu Chen was restless, so he came here to take the opportunity to use his mother to beat him, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

He quickly acted as a peacemaker: "A Duo, you misunderstood Ah Chen, he worked very hard, hey, Ah Chen, don't say that about yourself, what do you mean..."

Fu Chen chuckled lightly: "Aren't you the clearest whether I'm dead or not?"

As early as when Qiao Dong was locked up in a mental hospital, as early as when he was almost molested as a child, his world had been plunged into darkness.

If possible, he also hoped that he would have died in this woman's stomach.

"Is this how you talk to the seniors who helped us? If you don't have him, can you have the present, can we have the present?"

"Fu Chen, I really regret giving birth to you, and your life like this is not worth my risk."

Fu Chen looked at this old face quietly, and played this sentence repeatedly in his mind self-abuse. He found that he was not so sad, he just thought it was ridiculous.

She didn't believe her only relative, but she defended a person who made him like this.

That's right, she never loved him, only hated him, who told him to make her like this.

Not only did she deserve it, but he deserved it too.

He should have understood earlier, but there is still a trace of fantasy left, fantasy that this woman can forgive his birth for causing her to be like this, fantasy that she still has a trace of undying love for him.

Now, it suddenly seemed to him that none of this mattered, it was just ridiculous.

He is loved now.

This rotten rose has already waited for his little prince.