The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Zhuoyuan is a high-end villa area developed by Fu's real estate company. There are [-] buildings in total. The people who live there are either rich or expensive. Most of them are the top wealthy businessmen in Chengdu.

The reason why this place is favored by rich people is that apart from being developed by Fu, its supporting facilities and privacy are unmatched by other villa areas.

Fu Zhiyan's set was specially left for him by Fu Huai at the beginning. Fu Zhiyan was filming all the year round and was basically not at home, so Uncle Chen took care of it inside and out.

Seeing Yuan Qiao froze in place, Fu Zhiyan realized that the living room on the first floor was brightly lit and there were women's voices in the kitchen. It was obvious that Uncle Chen was not the only one at home.

"Zhiyan, are you back?" Xu Qin came out of the kitchen, holding a crystal fruit plate in his hand, which contained various fruits that Yuan Qiao had never seen before.

"Sister Qin?" Fu Zhiyan closed the door with his hand back, "Why are you here?"

Xu Qin snorted, and said angrily, "Tell me yourself, how long has it been since you went home? If I don't come here again, I'm afraid you've forgotten me!"

Fu Zhiyan bent down and took out the disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on the floor. Looking at the dazed Yuan Qiao, he said softly, "Yuan Qiao, change your shoes first. I'll introduce Sister Qin to you."

Xu Qin was originally standing by the kitchen door with Shi Shiran. She was short-sighted, and because Aimei didn't have the habit of wearing glasses, she could only vaguely see Fu Zhiyan bringing someone back. Hearing Yuan Qiao's name, his eyes widened instantly.

"Yuan Qiao?" Xu Qin couldn't believe it. He put the fruit plate on the dining table and hurried over. After seeing Yuan Qiao's face clearly, the expression on his face turned into shock.

Fu Zhiyan didn't notice Xu Qin's expression, but only looked at Yuan Qiao. Xu Qin was good at everything, but he was too familiar. Fu Zhiyan was worried that her excessive enthusiasm would scare Yuan Qiao.

Sure enough, after Xu Qin approached Yuan Qiao, Yuan Qiao subconsciously hid behind Fu Zhiyan.

"Yuan Qiao, this is Sister Qin, it belongs to my father..."

In the middle of Fu Zhiyan's introduction, he saw an afterimage passing by. Xu Qin tightly grasped Yuan Qiao's arm with both hands, and his well-designed nails almost dug into Yuan Qiao's flesh.

"Sister Qin!" Fu Zhiyan wanted to stop her, but Xu Qin's voice stopped her.

"Yuan Qiao! It's really you!" Xu Qin's tears welled up all of a sudden, and the strength of his subordinates intensified unconsciously: "Auntie has been looking for you for a long time, where have you been all these years?"

Yuan Qiao froze in place, staring blankly at Xu Qin, and after a long time, she searched for this slightly familiar face from the corner of her memory.

When he was young, he had seen this person come to his mother several times. At that time, his mother would hold his little hand and ask him to call him Aunt Xu.

Yuan Qiao's small face turned pale in a flash, and the pain from his arm reminded him that here he met the person he least wanted to see again.

"Sister Qin, let him go first." Although Fu Zhiyan and Fu Huai often quarreled, but always respected Xu Qin, his expression became ugly at this moment, "You hurt him!"

Xu Qin realized that she was out of control, but she couldn't control her emotions. Fu Zhiyan didn't care about Xu Qin, and simply brushed her hand off Yuan Qiao's arm.

Yuan Qiao's white and thin arm has been pinched red, and there are ten bright red five finger marks on it, and Xu Qin's nails scratched a few places, slightly oozing blood.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Zhiyan carefully held Yuan Qiao's arm, looking at the scar with distress.

"Qiao Qiao, Auntie has been looking for you for six years. How have you been living by yourself these past few years?" Xu Qin was still crying. She shyly followed behind Zhao Di, raised her head and called Auntie crisply, and would patiently sit alone in the piano room and play the same piece of music over and over again.

Six years later, Yuan Qiao's face became more and more like Zhao Di, especially those big eyes, which were exactly the same as the young Zhao Di.

"Jojo..."

"Sister Qin," Fu Zhiyan shielded Yuan Qiao behind her back, quietly holding Yuan Qiao's cold little hand with one hand, "Yuan Qiao can't talk."

This sentence was like a blow to the head, making Xu Qin's well-developed lacrimal glands seem to stop working. She opened her mouth slightly and stared blankly at Yuan Qiao who was standing behind Fu Zhiyan.

"Qiao Qiao, why..." Xu Qin couldn't believe it: "When did this happen!"

Yuan Qiao shook his head, Xu Qin's face gradually became clear in his memory, and he saw... saw Zhao Di's former friend... So, Fu Zhiyan...

Will he learn his secret soon?

Yuan Qiao suddenly pulled his hand out of Fu Zhiyan's palm, and backed away trembling all over, until finally it was firmly pressed against the door panel.

He wanted to escape, escape from the past, escape from Xu Qin.Yuan Qiao turned around and frantically twisted the doorknob. After twisting a few times, there was no response, and with a blank mind, she stretched out her hand and slammed on the door.

"Yuan Qiao, Yuan Qiao!" Fu Zhiyan stretched out his hand to pull him, fearing that he would fall ill like that night, so he hurriedly unlocked the door.

As soon as the door was opened, the night wind also blew in, and it was chilly. Yuan Qiao didn't have time to think about it, and rushed out with his head down, as if he could get farther away from his unbearable past.

"Yuan Qiao, wait a minute!"

Fu Zhiyan chased him out. He was much taller than Yuan Qiao, and within a few steps, he was behind Yuan Qiao. Yuan Qiao was in a daze, and he held her by the arm without making a sound, and just stopped.

"What's wrong?" Fu Zhiyan's voice couldn't be softer, and he was even more annoyed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you back."

From Yuan Qiao's fierce reaction, Fu Zhiyan could tell that Xu Qin knew Yuan Qiao, and he should have known him for a long time.

Xu Qin is over 40 years old this year. According to her and Yuan Qiao's ages, Xu Qin should know Yuan Qiao's parents.

The moonlight hit Yuan Qiao's body, and he was held back by Fu Zhiyan. At this moment, he stood facing Fu Zhiyan with his head slightly lowered.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, his already white face became even more bloodless.

Through the moonlight, Fu Zhiyan saw that his eyes gradually became moist, and then tears rolled down without warning.

Fu Zhiyan was at a loss for a moment, Yuan Qiao's tears welled up and fell down his face, Fu Zhiyan felt that the tears were falling on his heart one by one, smashing his heart out of a small hole, and for a while I can't get up for a while.

"Don't cry, be good, don't cry." Fu Zhiyan slightly bent down and looked at Yuan Qiao, using the most gentle voice in his life, although he didn't get the point, he still coaxed him patiently.

He frantically touched the facial tissue on his body, but his pocket was cleaner than his face, so he had to reach out to wipe it.

Fu Zhiyan's palms were large and the bones were distinct. Yuan Qiao felt his fingers gently rubbing against her face. The gentle, even cautious feeling made Yuan Qiao's face itch.

But he subconsciously took two steps back and turned his head to avoid it. Fu Zhiyan's face froze, but he returned to normal after a second or two.

"Okay, you haven't recovered yet, so you can't cry for too long, okay?"

Fu Zhiyan didn't reach out again, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at Yuan Qiao.

Like a child who has done something wrong, Yuan Qiao didn't say a word, and looked at Fu Zhiyan's face, seeing that he didn't seem to think that his behavior just now was too abrupt, so he nodded, and rubbed his face with the back of his hand.

"Go home? I'll take you back."

Although he intends to keep him for a while longer, Fu Zhiyan also knows that Yuan Qiao will not enter the house again no matter what.

Along the way, Fu Zhiyan kept telling jokes to tease Yuan Qiao. Fu Yingdi, who was used to being praised by others, was incoherent in coaxing people, chattering endlessly, and constantly showing his presence.

Yuan Qiao was obviously absent-minded, and kept looking sideways out of the window. Occasionally, after Fu Zhiyan finished telling a joke, he would turn his head and forcefully smile. It seemed that it was not because of the joke itself, but a response to Fu Zhiyan's efforts.

Finally, when the car drove into the alley, Fu Zhiyan stopped the car and was about to speak, but Yuan Qiao opened the door and got out of the car.

Fu Zhiyan followed, Yuan Qiao had already walked a long way alone.

"Yuan Qiao!"

Yuan Qiao turned her head, her face hidden in the shadows.

"Send me a message when you get home."

Yuan Qiao was about a few meters away from Fu Zhiyan. After hearing this, Yuan Qiao stood there for a while, took out her phone and typed a few words.

The phone in Fu Zhiyan's hand vibrated. He took it out and saw that it was Yuan Qiao's message.

[Mr. Fu, sorry, I can no longer be your assistant. 】