The movie star's dumb little milk bag

"Make him trust you," Xia Yi said, "make him willing to listen to your advice, take the initiative to come over for treatment, and treat him well."

Wen Xing couldn't bear it anymore: "Okay, it's really good."

Fu Zhiyan gave him a cool look, Wen Xing rolled his eyes and turned his head.

"You have to let him know that you are good to him, instead of doing things for him silently," Xia Yi suggested: "You have to let him know that you are by your side to protect him, and tell him everything you do for him."

Fu Zhiyan was a little hard to accept: "If you do it, you do it. Besides, he... is afraid of causing trouble to others, so there is no need to tell him."

Xia Yi shook his head: "If you don't tell, he won't know what you did, and won't trust you, which is not conducive to treatment."

What else did Fu Zhiyan want to say, and he received a WeChat message from Uncle Chen. It was a photo of Yuan Qiao. Yuan Qiao should have had lunch and took a nap on Fu Zhiyan's bed. His two little hands were clenched into fists obediently by the pillow. How well-behaved.

Yuan Qiao couldn't speak, and the communication with Fu Zhiyan was limited to sending messages. He woke up from a nap, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Fu Zhiyan's room was on the second floor, and the sun was just shining on the bed at this time, giving the quilt a warm smell. Yuan Qiao was so comfortable that she rolled on Fu Zhiyan's big bed several times without thinking about it.

Sensing that the little master woke up, Fatty came over and asked, "Young master, do you want to drink yogurt? Or do you want to eat? Or watch the little girl do a mechanical dance for you?"

In order to take better care of Yuan Qiao, Fu Zhiyan updated the system for Fatty, but because he didn't know much about Yuan Qiao, he only updated one of Yuan Qiao's preferences, which caused Fatty Every time I take the initiative to greet, I can only invite Yuan Qiao to eat various things.

Yuan Qiao took out his mobile phone and connected it to Big Pang's chip, which Fu Zhiyan told Uncle Chen before he left. In this way, Yuan Qiao can also input commands to Big Pang through his mobile phone.

[Where is Grandpa Chen? 】

"Watering in the garden," Fatty pointed to the downstairs, Fang's head turned expressionless to Yuan Qiao: "It's a pity that you didn't greet me first."

After hearing this, Yuan Qiao was overjoyed and hurried to coax it.

[Big fat is the best, I like big fat the most. 】

Only then was Fatty satisfied, and he corrected after a while: "I'm Xiaoguai."

Yuan Qiao got up from the bed and stood by the bed. There is a garden downstairs in the bedroom. Chen Bo usually lives here alone, and he ran out to take care of the garden when he was bored. It was early autumn and the flowers hadn't faded yet. The fruit trees have produced a lot of fruit. Looking from upstairs, they are so colorful and beautiful.

[Can you help me find some drawing paper?I want to draw. 】

Fatty thought for a while, went out, and came in with a large stack of drawing paper after a while, and even took out a pencil without Yuan Qiao's request.

After Fu Zhiyan finished work, he hurried home. It is no exaggeration to say that this was the first time he experienced the feeling of returning home. The last time he felt this way was when he was in kindergarten on his first day.

At that time, the little Fu Zhiyan was hugged by Fu Huai, looking at the strange environment in front of him with a curious face, the teacher came over with a gentle face, and reminded him softly: "Mr. Fu, you can tell the young master about the kindergarten. The benefits."

In the heart of the young female teacher, the father would definitely say that there are many toys in the kindergarten, you can make good friends, and there are delicious snacks, but Fu Huai thought about it for a while, then bent down and told his son: "You want to go to kindergarten Alright, I'm leaving, I'll pick you up at night."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little Fu Zhiyan burst into tears and hugged Fu Huai's thigh. Fu Huai looked up at the teacher in confusion, and seemed to be silently condemning that this method was useless.

Yuan Qiao was too quiet, and the chubby was bored, so he stood silently in a corner of the living room and entered the standby mode. Hearing the doorbell, he stepped forward to greet the master.

"Young master, you are back."

"Where's Yuan Qiao?" Fu Zhiyan changed his shoes, saw that there was no one on the first floor, and asked while looking up at the second floor.

Fatty pointed to the stairs: "Young master is drawing."

After finishing speaking, he added: "Why didn't you greet me in the first sentence."

Fu Zhiyan glanced at it strangely, ignored its innocent moaning, turned around and went up the stairs, followed by Big Fatty, and continued to look for topics without giving up: "Just now the young master said he likes me the most."

"You can turn off the phone now," Fu Zhiyan looked back at Fatty blankly.

The bedroom door was wide open, and Fu Zhiyan couldn't help but lighten his steps as soon as he reached the door. Yuan Qiao lay on the floor in front of the French window, with his back to the door, propping his chin with one hand and holding a pencil in the other. He looked up from time to time. Looking downstairs, it seems to be observing for a while, then lowered his head and continued to draw.

Such a picture made Fu Zhiyan think of four words for no reason: the years are quiet and good.

At this time, Yuan Qiao didn't seem to be burdened with so many heavy pasts, and he didn't need to work everywhere to earn living expenses for himself. He was just an 18-year-old boy with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, doing something he liked the most.

Born in a wealthy family, Fu Zhiyan was used to intrigue and intrigue since he was a child, and he was in the entertainment circle as an adult. It is rare to see such a peaceful scene, and a warm current surges in his heart, like a traveler returning from a snowstorm in winter, drinking a glass of wine The steaming ginger soup warms the internal organs and makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

Yuan Qiao also finished the work. Uncle Chen took care of him all day today, cooking for him and taking him to the supermarket. He felt very sorry, so he wanted to draw a painting for him.

Yuan Qiao looked at the work in his hand with satisfaction, got up from the ground, and was about to go downstairs to send it to Uncle Chen. When he turned around, he saw Fu Zhiyan standing at the door holding his mobile phone. let go.

Yuan Qiao had already remembered everything that happened last night, and with the fact that she was well taken care of here today, she was now full of dependence on Fu Zhiyan.

He ran up to Fu Zhiyan with bare feet, raised the painting in his hand, and waited expectantly for Fu Zhiyan's evaluation.

This is the second time Fu Zhiyan has seen Yuan Qiao's paintings. The last time was in the mansion. He was amazed by the roses on the entire wall, but the painting in his hand was drawn with pencils, and the painting style is delicate and vivid.

"It looks good," Fu Zhiyan didn't know how to draw, and he didn't know how to praise him, so he could only give a two-word evaluation in a simple and rude way.

Yuan Qiao seemed dissatisfied, still looking at Fu Zhiyan, obviously waiting for his in-depth comments.

"Well," Fu Zhiyan racked his brains and searched his guts: "It's very similar, I knew it was Uncle Chen at a glance!"

After finishing speaking, she reached out tentatively and rubbed Yuan Qiao's head. Yuan Qiao didn't feel much discomfort this time, but squinted her eyes and rubbed against Fu Zhiyan's palm.

Fu Zhiyan felt parched, his palms seemed to be on fire, and he froze in place stiffly, but the instigator didn't realize it, snatched the painting from him, and happily ran downstairs to show Uncle Chen.

"Wear slippers!" Fu Zhiyan yelled from behind, and seeing Yuan Qiao running down with all her heart, she smiled dotingly, rubbed her fingers for a while, and bent down to find someone with her slippers on her back. went.