The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Yuan Qiao was a little taken aback, and after a while, he frantically took out his phone.

Fu Zhiyan scanned the QR code, added Yuan Qiao, stared at him and changed his note to Mr. Fu.

I don't know why, Mr. Fu, who is called Mr. Fu by countless people, is very proud today!

The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala has come to a successful conclusion, the field manager hurried over, saw Yuan Qiao standing at the door, and said with a smile: "It's just right, you are all here, Mr. Fu, Yuan Qiao, Zhang Tai said that everyone has worked hard tonight, arrange Let's have a simple dinner, are you two free?"

Given Fu Zhiyan's status in the entertainment industry, this kind of dinner was optional, but he still set his sights on Yuan Qiao.

Yuan Qiao's face was pale, obviously he hadn't recovered from the heavy rain just now, he shook his head, took out his phone and wrote.

Yuan Qiao: Sorry uncle, I have to go back to school, otherwise the dormitory building will be closed.

The field manager didn't care either. After all, in Yuan Qiao's situation, it would be too embarrassing for him to go to such a dinner party.

"All right, your school is too far away, and there is no car at this late hour. I'll ask someone to call a car for you later."

Yuan Qiao hesitated for a moment, it was still raining outside, if it took a long time to go back by the battery car, I'm afraid he couldn't make it back before the door was locked.

He nodded obediently, then tilted his head and smiled again.

"I'm not going either," Fu Zhiyan looked at the scene, "I have to go back to the old man's house tomorrow, so I have to go back early tonight."

When Mr. Fu was mentioned, the field manager couldn't help but think of the unsmiling face that often appeared in financial magazines. He didn't dare to offend him, and hurriedly said: "Okay, since Mr. Fu has something to do, let's talk about it next time we have a chance."

Fu Zhiyan nodded, and walked to the door, "I'll drop by and take you back."

Liu Lang hooked the corners of his lips, he didn't even know what school he went to, so he still dropped by?That's right, when you really want to send someone home, you can go the other way.

Yuan Qiao looked up at Fu Zhiyan, but Fu Zhiyan didn't give him any chance to refuse, and put the suit jacket on Yuan Qiao again: "Let's go."

Wen Xing took Fu Zhiyan's private clothes for him in the nanny car that came over today, and followed him to the parking lot.

Fu Zhiyan likes to play racing cars. Before his debut, he often raced on the track in Rongcheng. Later, he became popular and was stopped by Liu Lang's repeated orders.

So Wen Xing seldom let him touch the car, after all, this young master seems to be on top of him as soon as he drives, even the huge nanny car can go up to 100 yards.

When Wen Xing followed to the parking lot, he happened to watch Fu Zhiyan open the door of the driver's cab to get in, and was so frightened that he immediately locked the door with both hands.

"What do you want to do! Let me tell you, don't cause trouble for me! Tomorrow, if the news about Fu Yingdi racing in the middle of the night breaks out on TV, Sister Liu Lang will kill me!"

Fu Zhiyan glanced at him coldly: "Get out of the way, Yuan Qiao is waiting for me at the door."

After saying that, he slammed the car door shut and slowly lowered the window: "By the way, Sister Liu drove here today, you go back with her."

"Hey!"

Before Wen Xing finished speaking, the huge black nanny car drove out of the parking space, drifted cumbersomely, and left in a hurry.

The rain was heavier than before. Fu Zhiyan parked the car at the entrance of the building and saw Yuan Qiao standing by the turnstile alone.

Behind was the brightly lit TV station building, but Yuan Qiao looked lonely, her body was covered in a coat that was obviously two sizes too big, making her even more pitiful.

Yuan Qiao didn't know which one belonged to Fu Zhiyan's car, and kept staring at the exit of the parking lot.

Fu Zhiyan pushed the door and got out of the car, stepped in front of Yuan Qiao, looked down at him, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Yuan Qiao looked at Fu Zhiyan in embarrassment, and pointed to a blurry black mass in the heavy rain.

"What?" Fu Zhiyan didn't see it clearly. In fact, even if he saw it clearly, he didn't know what it was.

Yuan Qiao took out the phone and handed it to Fu Zhiyan.

Yuan Qiao: Teacher Fu, can I put my battery car in the car?

Fu Zhiyan paused, wanting to throw away that pile of scrap metal quickly, but then forcibly held back.

"You get in the car first, I'll move it to the trunk."

After Fu Zhiyan finished speaking, he ran back into the rain and put the battery car into the trunk.

"Damn, it's too rainy...why are you still standing here?"

After closing the trunk door, Fu Zhiyan realized that Yuan Qiao was still standing in the rain.

Yuan Qiao pointed to the car door with a look of bewilderment and aggrieved expression on her face.Fu Zhiyan suddenly realized that this nanny car was the latest model, and the door lock design was different, so Yuan Qiao might not be able to open it.

Fu Zhiyan was also drenched all over. After getting in the car, he hurriedly took a large bath towel from the back seat and handed it to Yuan Qiao, and wiped the water on his face.

Yuan Qiao took it, but didn't care about herself. Instead, she stretched out her hand and carefully wiped the rainwater off Fu Zhiyan's shirt.

The white shirt was tightly attached to Fu Zhiyan's body, outlining the beautiful chest and abdominal muscles. Yuan Qiao rubbed it, and her ears turned red, and her eyes flicked around, not knowing where to put them.

Fu Zhiyan looked at his red ears, he looked shy like a small animal, very cute.

"Leave me alone, dry yourself quickly." Fu Zhiyan turned on the heater. He usually works out, and his health is as good as death. In Liu Lang's words, his health is like an ape on the mountain.

But Yuan Qiao seemed to be in poor health, and Fu Zhiyan was worried that he would catch a cold.

"Hey, where is your school?" Actor Fu who had just threatened to "drop in" asked, licking his face.

Yuan Qiao thought for a while, and entered a location on the phone map to show Fu Zhiyan.

Fu Zhiyan has never seen such a broken screen in his life. He squinted his eyes for a while, gave up, and took out his phone: "You use mine. I'm used to looking at this map. Oh, the password is 1111."

After finishing speaking, he added a special sentence: "My birthday."

Yuan Qiao pursed her lips and smiled, entered the address and entered.

Fu Zhiyan usually doesn't talk much, but for some reason now, he seems to be full of curiosity about Yuan Qiao. Although he knows it's not polite to ask a child who can't speak, he still can't help it.

"Didn't you say go back to school?"

Yuan Qiao typed: I rented a house outside, and I don't go back to my dormitory on weekends.

Because I have to work part-time on weekends, I often have to get up at four or five o'clock in the morning, and I often don't get off work until midnight at night.Although the roommates expressed that they didn't mind many times, Yuan Qiao was worried about disturbing them, so he rented a house off campus.

After following the navigation for a while, Fu Zhiyan realized that Yuan Qiao belonged to Rong Yi.Rongyi is one of the best art colleges in China, and it is a palace-level existence that countless art candidates flock to.

Fu Zhiyan thought silently, what major did Yuan Qiao study?

The car was warm, and Yuan Qiao's wet clothes were half dry. He was too tired today, and at this moment, leaning on the comfortable and spacious seat, he fell asleep unknowingly.

The sound of breathing around him became more and more even, Fu Zhiyan turned his head to look at him while taking advantage of the red light.The child's eyelashes are long and curly. Although the whole person looks very thin, his small face is chubby, like a doll, with his eyes closed, and he looks obedient.

A strange feeling rose in Fu Zhiyan's heart, as if from the first time he saw Yuan Qiao, he couldn't help but want to pay attention to him and protect him.