When a Buddha is dressed as cannon fodder

Jin Zheluo was stunned in place, watched by Fu Junheng's cold gaze, and had the illusion of a knife resting on his neck.

"I..." No matter how stupid Jin Zheluo was, he didn't dare to want to live with Wuyou again, "I just want to see if Wuyou has slept."

"It's none of your business whether he sleeps or not?" Fu Junheng's face was cold, and his tone was even colder.

Jin Zheluo couldn't hold back, but Fu Junheng's aura was too strong, so he had no choice but to admit it: "That's not what I meant. Since Brother Fu and Wuyou have something to do, then I won't bother you."

After Jin Zheluo finished speaking, he walked away in despair.

It's still in the recording period, and there are cameras in every room. Wuyou dares to let the patron into the house. Isn't he afraid of being discovered?Or is it deliberately hyping up this kind of thing?

But Wuyou is now very popular and has a good reputation, so there seems to be no need for hype.

Jin Zheluo couldn't figure it out.

But in any case, it is not an honorable thing to be supported by a benefactor.

Realizing this, some dark thoughts emerged from Jin Zheluo's heart, and they grew wildly...

After Wuyou took a shower, seeing Fu Junheng lazily sitting on the head of the only big bed in the room, he couldn't help being stunned.Fu Junheng always looks meticulous and rigorous on weekdays, and Wuyou has never seen him so lazy.

Didn't this clean freak never sleep in other people's beds?

It seems that this kind of stinky problem will also have good times and bad times!

"Who came here just now?" While taking a bath, he faintly heard the sound of Fu Junheng opening the door.

"It's nothing, a smart dog passed by the door and has gone."

He investigated and found that Jin Zheluo didn't happen to be so lucky to be a flying guest in the program group. Someone found a relationship to get in, and behind it was the connections of Yuanwen Media and the Zhou family.It was obvious that he had spent so much time and effort.

"A smart dog?" Wuyou looked at the disgust on Fu Junheng's face, and couldn't help chuckling, "Is a dog worth making you angry? Is this dog unusual, or is it because Fu Shao has a bad attitude and is irritable? "

Fu Junheng: ...

"You really shouldn't be called worry-free, you should be called heartless."

Wuyou smiled without being annoyed, and sat down next to him, "Extend your hand!"

The injury on Fu Junheng's arm has healed a lot, and now he is growing new flesh. This stage is more painful and itches easily.

He needs medication every night to ease the itching and help with healing.

Fu Junheng turned over and lay on his side on the bed, his injured arm stretched out.

The neckline of his nightgown was a little open, and the ties around his waist were loose. With this movement, most of his well-proportioned chest was exposed.

Fu Junheng's figure is indeed very good, he looks thin when dressed, and has flesh when he undresses.Even if you practice Buddha without worry, you have to admit that this is a beautiful color.

However, how did he remember that Fu Junheng was clearly dressed neatly when he came in?

Wuyou reached out to help him straighten his collar, "It's cold, dress well, don't catch a cold."

Fu Junheng: ...

This person is probably a piece of wood, and it is also the wood of a wooden fish...

Wuyou didn't know Fu Junheng's psychology, so he picked up the ointment on the bedside without incident, took some of the ointment and applied it on Fu Junheng's arm with his head down.

He lowered his eyes, moved cautiously, earnestly and focused, the warm light of the bedside lamp reflected on his face, and there was a kind of gentleness that has been quiet for years.

It can be seen that Fu Junheng exercises regularly, his arm muscles are strong, the lines are very beautiful and smooth, not too strong, but it will never look weak, every muscle is just right, like a work of art carved by Nu Wa.

However, this delicate work of art was marred by an ugly gash.

The wound was long and deep, and although it had begun to heal, it still left obvious marks.There are also burn scars around the wound, which is completely different from the surrounding healthy complexion.

Wuyou recalled the scene where he did not hesitate to protect himself that night, and his heart softened a little.

"It's growing new skin, it might be a little itchy, so be careful not to scratch it," Wuyou reminded.

Fu Junheng: "Then touch it for me."

With a cold and handsome face on his face, he said such soft words in a low voice, which really had an unexpected contrast.

But thinking that he was a pampered person who suffered this to save himself, Wuyou didn't give up, and gently smeared the medicine on him to let the medicine absorb as much as possible.

Fu Junheng supported his head with the other hand, lying on his side and looking at him.

No matter what the person in front of him did, he seemed to be indifferent, but this indifference did not make people feel perfunctory.

There was only one bedside lamp turned on in the room, and the warm light shone on his face, outlining the tenderest appearance of the boy.

"What have you been looking at me for? Is there something on my face?"

He didn't care about other people's eyes, but Fu Junheng's eyes were too hot.Moreover, in the dead of night, the lights at the bedside created a warm atmosphere for them, which was a bit...subtle.

Fu Junheng suddenly remembered Lan Xiu's funny words, and was also curious about the reaction of the person in front of him, so he deliberately said: "There is nothing on your face, only something good-looking."

Worry-free paused, and looked up at the person on the bed.

Fu Junheng still supported his head with one hand, met his gaze, and let him look at him.

Wuyou stared at him for a while, and couldn't help chuckling: "Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together, and people divide into groups. I thought Fu Shao and Lan Shao were different, but I was wrong after all."

"So you're disappointed?"

"Disappointed? Then Young Master Lan may feel sad when he hears this. It turns out that he is so unbearable in your heart that you have to describe it as disappointment."

Fu Junheng suddenly understood that he couldn't reason with the person in front of him, otherwise he would get involved.

He has too many fallacies.

Seeing his sly look, Fu Junheng really had the urge to throw him down and punish him severely.

But that would certainly intimidate him.

This is a stabbing hedgehog. It looks cute, but it is actually covered in thorns, so it is not easy to provoke.

"Why do you think of believing in Buddhism?" Fu Junheng asked casually.

"People must always have faith. They have been enlightened by Buddha and want to become Buddha."

"You really like to say difficult words. Could it be Zen language?"

"You need comprehension in life. If Young Master Fu doesn't understand, you can read more books." Wuyou said with a smile, but his words were full of provocation.

It was the first time that Fu Junheng, who had been a top student since he was a child, was disliked by others for not reading enough books. He couldn't help smiling, and asked again: "Can Buddhas have feelings?"

"Buddha loves all living beings, of course there are sentient beings."

"Ah!"

Fu Junheng snorted softly, seemingly dissatisfied.

Wuyou didn't know what he was dissatisfied with, so he said, "The medicine has been applied, Young Master Fu, go back and rest!"

Fu Junheng: "It's too itchy, I can't sleep, please touch it for me again."

He has a cool and handsome face, and it's hard to refuse when he speaks, let alone in his current tone.

Wuyou stopped what he was doing, and asked with a smile, "Fu Shao knows what I look like now?"

"Ok?"

"Like a rogue kid."

Fu Junheng: ...

He is the heir of the Fu family, don't you want to lose face? !

Feeling ashamed, Fu Junheng got up and walked out of the room with a sullen face.

Sitting on the head of the bed, Wuyou couldn't help touching his nose: Sure enough, Young Master Fu is still a person who wants to save face.

But the recent Fu Junheng is indeed a little strange, maybe he didn't understand it comprehensively before.

Worry-free packed up his things, the camera in the room didn't work, it should be Fu Junheng who greeted the program team.

Just as Wuyou was about to lie down, the door was knocked again, so he had to get up to open the door.

Standing at the door was Fu Junheng hugging a pillow.

He was already tall and handsome, but now he was standing at the door with a pillow and a thin quilt in his arms. Those who didn't know might think that this was a poor man whose wife kicked him out in the middle of the night.

Wuyou looked him up and down, a little puzzled: "Young master Fu?"

"My bed is wet, let me borrow your sofa to sleep for one night."

Wuyou let him in, and asked casually, "You don't have any mattresses in the car?"

"No."

Wuyouben also wanted to say that it is not far to drive to the town to buy, but thinking that this is a rural town, it may not be sold at such a late hour, so he didn't say much.It's just a one-night stay, and he still lives at Fu Junheng's house every day!

Wuyou looked at the simple bamboo sofa, it was hard and short, for a tall man like Fu Junheng to sleep on it, he might feel aggrieved.

"You'd better sleep on the bed!"

"You sleep on the sofa?"

But Wuyou said: "This bed is big enough for the two of us to sleep."

Fu Junheng looked at Wuyou curiously, as if he wanted to see something on his face.

Wuyou calmly let him look at him, "If Fu Shao minds, then I'll sleep on the sofa, you are the wounded."

He guessed that Fu Junheng might not have squeezed into the same bed with others, that's why he had so many eccentricities.

Fu Junheng paused for a few seconds before nodding: "Let's sleep together!"

Worry-free recorded for a day, and he was a little sleepy, so he lay down, his words and deeds were frank.

But Fu Junheng couldn't achieve the same calmness.

He couldn't help but think that if Wuyou was so calm, he must not have regarded himself as a human being.In Wuyou's eyes, there is no difference between himself and the air.

What's more, he was used to sharing the bed with others before, Jin Zheluo probably came here to stay overnight.

Thinking of this, Fu Junheng's heart became more and more sore.

"you……"

In the dim night, Wuyou's voice was exceptionally clear and quiet: "Young master Fu just speak up, don't hesitate to speak."

"It's nothing."

Fu Junheng still didn't ask in the end, it's not a bad thing for him to be so frank and undefended.

At least he doesn't exclude himself.

The night gradually became darker, and the sound of even breathing came from my ears, but Fu Junheng couldn't fall asleep anyway.

The soft and delicate outlines of the people around him were outlined in the long night, and Fu Junheng's heart throbbed like never before.

But this kind of throbbing made him feel at ease and peaceful.

Cold stars rise quietly, embellishing the dark night sky.

The morning sun poured into the room through the windows, leaving half of the room bright.

Fu Junheng was a little uncomfortable with the strong light, and frowned slightly.

Immediately, a cold and slightly joking voice came from next to my ear: "How long does Young Master Fu plan to hold me?"