Become Fuxi's second marriage target [Hong Huang]

Since Donghuang Taiyi told Fuxi that day that many people in the entertainment industry committed suicide due to depression due to high work pressure, Fuxi became abnormal.

Although he is usually not very normal, but recently he has become a little too nervous.

Fuxi usually only cares about the trivial matters of Youle's life, but recently he often joins in Youle's dramas and variety shows.

Donghuang and You Le said a word, and he could ramble ten sentences:

Donghuang: "The promotion of these variety shows is a must. Next month, the production crew will keep up with the progress, and the promotion will also have to keep up. It may be a bit hard."

You Le: "Understood, it's good to be busy, but the most fearful thing in this circle is not being busy."

Fu Xi: "Busy? If you are too busy, will You Le die? Will you commit suicide?"

You Le: "..."

Donghuang: "... probably not."

Fuxi: "Why not? You Le is very fragile."

Not only Donghuang and You Le, but everyone in the entire apartment could see Fuxi's anomaly. At the dinner table today, Nuwa also said, "Brother, why are you talking so much recently?"

Fuxi gave her a dissatisfied look, and Nuwa didn't say anything more.

This day, the crew finished work late, and You Le, who had been away for a whole day, was inevitably a little sleepy when he returned to the apartment.

Seeing this, Fu Xi went back and forth to help him fill the bathtub with hot water for him to take a bath, but insisted on guarding him to take a bath.

When You Le came out of the bath, Fuxi went to boil him some hot milk, and he made the quilt crispy, soft and fluffy, and You Le felt very comfortable in it!

He was leaning on the bedside, holding the milk and drinking it in small sips, and said to Fuxi in a drowsy voice: "Thank you."

Unexpectedly, Fuxi would just say: "Do you want to die?"

You Le: "...are you cursing me or cursing me?"

Seeing this, Fu Xi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't want to die."

You Le said helplessly: "The one Donghuang mentioned is just a minority. I cherish my life so much, I won't commit suicide because of work pressure."

"Really?" Fu Xi hugged You Le in his arms, staring nervously at the person in front of him.

"Why am I lying to you when I'm full?" You Le handed the glass of milk to Fuxi.

Fuxi threw it behind him casually, and the cup landed firmly on the table as if it had grown feet.

Fu Xi stared at You Le for a while, as if wondering if this man was lying, but he could see through everything, but he couldn't see through the person in front of him alone.

Fuxi was a little depressed and said: "You don't understand, you mortals are very fragile."

"That's not enough to die on duty."

"The Eastern Emperor said..."

"Those were just accidents." You Le explained helplessly, "It's not just because of the high pressure of work. Survival is the instinct of all things, so when a person decides to die, it's not just because of one thing."

"What else is there?" Fuxi silently blamed Nuwa in her heart, why did she make people so complicated when she had nothing to do?

"A lot, work pressure is only one aspect." You Le was stunned as he said that, and looked at the mug on the desk, and he thought of the boy who was forced to death by Huang Yunsheng.

Fortunately, Huang Yunsheng is dead...

You Le silently tightened the corner of Fuxi's pajamas, Fuxi sensed his abnormality, and then poked and poked Kan Huangdi with concern? "

You Le shook his head, staring at Fuxi's dark purple eyes shining like stars in the wilderness, and then said: "Thank you."

Thank you for being so kind to me, thank you for taking care of me so much, thank you for coming...

Fuxi was a little confused, but he didn't say anything after all. He hugged You Le into his arms and smiled, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

For a while, the room fell into silence, and within a moment, the sound of You Le's even breathing came from the room.

*******

After this night, Fuxi became much more normal, at least not as he was some time ago, he opened his mouth and shut his mouth, suffocated with argon, suffocated, and played lazily. You Le and Donghuang were also much quieter, and their work progressed a lot more smoothly.

Facts have proved that as long as Fuxi does not cause trouble, their work efficiency will increase rapidly.

Seeing that the climax of the script was about to be filmed, Zhang Zezhou, who had been very interested in this drama in the past, disappeared every few days.

Director Xu Gang knew that Zhang Zezhou and Donghuang had a good relationship, so he took advantage of the break time to come to see if the emperor had seen his unsatisfactory nephew.

Donghuang and You Leju were taken aback for a moment, and then they realized that they hadn't seen Zhang Zezhou for a long time.

"He's in his room." Fuxi said.

"He's been hiding in it for the past few days? What's he doing?" You Le was puzzled.

"Who knows? Don't worry about him, he won't die." Fuxi replied indifferently.

*******

If You Le entered Zhang Zezhou's room at this time, he would definitely be shocked!

Where is his apartment, it has completely turned into a magic den!

The entire room is as big as eight or nine apartments in Youle, and there are quite a few thrones, curtains, and steps.

There are even two attendants from the devil world!

If Gehuang Yangsan or Nu Wa came in, the two would definitely laugh at Zhang Zezhou's bad taste.

Typical schizophrenia style.

Sitting on a red velvet chair, Zhang Zezhou looked at the "work" report in his hand with a look of irritability.

Under the steps, several monsters knelt on the ground and shivered.

"Who gave it to you?" Zhang Zezhou said coldly.

"It came from the heavens." A monster replied with a trembling voice, "I don't know exactly who it is."

"Have you investigated it? Both the demon world and the underworld have this?" Zhang Zezhou Baogui

"The demon world has always listened to the call of the heaven world, so I don't know much about it." The monster replied, "There is an underworld, but... Seeing what the king of Pluto meant, he probably didn't take this seriously."

Zhang Zezhou didn't say a word, it took him a long while to touch his chin and make it so dirty? "

"Since the heavens have sent us this, it should be true. It's just... I don't know why the few above didn't respond." The monster was puzzled.

Unexpectedly, these words hit Zhang Zezhou's pain, and he gave the monster a hard look: "Who are you on top? How many people are on top of you besides me?"

One of the monsters was too frightened to shake, but the one who spoke was so frightened that he didn't dare to shake. He just kept repeating: "Small slip of the tongue, small slip of the tongue..."

"Okay!" Zhang Zezhou felt a headache from being quarreled, what else would this group of trash do every day besides find work for him? !

Look at how idle Hongjun is all day long, but he has to take care of these trivial matters!

He rubbed his eyebrows impatiently: "Go back! I know this very well."

"Then... Shall we give them a reply from the heavenly realm??"

"Don't worry about it." Zhang Zezhou said, and then he suddenly thought of something, hooked the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile, "But you can use this to blackmail and threaten them."

"This letter must have been written behind Hongjun's back. That old Hongjun must not know about it!" Zhang Zezhou said with great interest, "Whoever wrote the letter went to the heavens to beat them hard! You have been beaten for so many years. It's not easy for the heavens to overwhelm you, and if you finally catch the handle, don't let it go!"

The monsters under the stairs were overjoyed, and then they said "yes" excitedly, and left the room.

As they backed out, the room faded and shrunk back to the apartment.

Zhang Zezhou collapsed on his bed feeling hopeless: "I'm exhausted..."

The Eye of Return to the Ruins, Liu Yu Hongjun and Fu Xi, how come the two immortals look so leisurely?

Why have I been so tired recently?

Accidents happen every two days in the devil world, and the group of useless people only know to run towards them!What use are they? !

Originally, he thought that the situation in Guixu was not optimistic, and Hongjun would be as busy as a dog, so he could take the opportunity to make fun of him.

Jie Zuzhi is very leisurely and at ease all day long, but he is almost exhausted like a dog all day long!

Why? !

Zhang Zezhou felt aggrieved in his heart, no matter what he did for so many years, he would be overwhelmed by that person!

The more Zhang Zezhou thought about it, the angrier he became, and Hongjun's unbeaten face seemed to appear in front of his eyes!

So he stretched out his long legs and kicked hard into the air—fuck!

He frowned instantly in pain!

Then he rubbed his waist angrily. He lost the fight with Hongjun the night before yesterday, and the injury caused by that guy is still not healed.

One day, he will let that old man beg him to call him daddy under him!

At this moment, a pair of warm and slender hands covered his waist.

Zhang Zezhou was taken aback for a moment, but when he turned around, he saw Hongjun's handsome face that deserved a beating.

He quickly reached out and patted the man's hand covering his waist away, and said vigilantly, "What are you doing?!"

After being slapped away, Hongjun was not annoyed, he had the same gentle smile on his face: "See if you are trying to do something wrong after not leaving the room for so many days, so I came to see you."

"No need." Zhang Zezhou rolled his eyes, "What can I do to let you know?"

Hongjun sat on Zhang Zezhou's bed very naturally, and Zhang Zezhou silently dragged the quilt to cover himself: "I don't want to fight with you today."

"Last time, you tossed a little hard. I won't take advantage of others." Hong Jun patted him and said.

Hearing this, Zhang Zezhou was not happy. He huddled under the quilt with a contemptuous smile, and said sarcastically, "Who do you think you are? You still torment me? I'm just giving you face! With your poor skills, you can torment me? "

Hongjun's eyes darkened, and he lowered his body for a second, pressing his upper body towards Zhang Zezhou: "Oh? Really? Then why don't you come again today?"

"Get out!" Zhang Zezhou threw a pillow out of the quilt and threw it at Hongjun.

Hongjun took it in his hand casually, and there was a sincere smile in his indifferent eyes.

He took the pillow in his hand and patted Zhang Zezhou who was huddled under the quilt, and then said, "To be honest, what have you been doing these past few days? How can this little injury last for so long?"

"Help the old lady across the road."

"........."

The quilt was lifted instantly, and Zhang Zezhou was taken aback: "I'm telling the truth!!"

"late."