The movie star's dumb little milk bag

It was nearly midnight.

Fu Zhiyan sat on the sofa, looking at Yuan Qiao who was motionless in his arms.

He cried for too long, because he couldn't calm down, he sweated a lot, and the broken hair on his forehead was a little wet. Although his eyes were tightly closed, he could see the red corners of his eyes.

His two little hands were still clutching his shirt, like a puppy that had been abandoned for a long time, suddenly being embraced by someone, he could only grab the person in front of him in vain.

Fu Zhiyan moved his arm that was numb under Yuan Qiao's pressure, but it was only a slight movement, and the child in his arms seemed to be shocked, and rubbed against his arms again.

"Okay, okay, baby." Fu Zhiyan hastily coaxed in a low voice, probably because his voice could bring Yuan Qiao a sense of security, Yuan Qiao called "brother" stickily, and fell asleep again.

Fu Zhiyan didn't dare to move anymore, he wrapped Yuan Qiao's thin shoulders with one hand, let his head rest on his body, and patted Yuan Qiao's back rhythmically with the other hand.

Presumably this little guy hadn't had dinner yet, so Fu Zhiyan sat for a while and moved tentatively. Yuan Qiao must have fallen asleep and didn't respond.

Fu Zhiyan carefully carried Yuan Qiao into the bedroom and put him on the bed. The child was suddenly empty, and immediately turned sideways with a frown, curled up into a small ball.

How insecure it is to maintain this fetal position in the mother's womb while sleeping.

Fu Zhiyan stood by the bed and watched quietly for a while, and then he reluctantly closed the door. He called Xu Qin first, and gave a general account of what happened backstage. Xu Qin couldn't believe it, and murmured: "Xu Yang how come..."

"Don't worry about this matter, I'll take care of it," Fu Zhiyan walked into the kitchen with his mobile phone in his hand: "Qiao Qiao probably hasn't eaten yet, I want to cook something for him, but I won't."

Xu Qin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she had never cooked before, but compared to a young master who had never been in the kitchen, she suggested: "Why don't you cook some porridge for Qiao Qiao, I think he usually eats There are not many, so late, don't make too greasy."

Fu Zhiyan also had the same intention. He opened the refrigerator and flipped through it: "There are only a few eggs in the refrigerator and a few packets of instant noodles, which are gone."

"Then just make an egg custard and cook some porridge." Xu Qin was full of confidence, "Don't worry, it's very simple, I only know these two things."

Under Xu Qin's "careful" guidance, Fu Zhiyan clumsily completed his debut show. Taking advantage of cooking time, he had time to seriously look at Yuan Qiao's house.

This house only has one bedroom and one living room, and it is estimated to be more than 30 square meters. Although it can be seen that it has been carefully tidied up, the furniture is old. Since it is the top floor, there are traces of seeping rainwater on the corners of the roof.

The house is a bit dilapidated, like an old man in the twilight, Fu Zhiyan can't imagine how Yuan Qiao climbed upstairs in the dark after returning from work every day, and how he spent nights in this room alone.

Is he also like now, reluctant to use the air conditioner, or will he curl up involuntarily after falling asleep.

"Ahem!" A slight cough interrupted Fu Zhiyan, he turned and entered the bedroom, only to see Yuan Qiao lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Are you awake? Why don't you sleep for a while?" Hearing Yuan Qiao's cough, Fu Zhiyan was worried that he might catch a cold, so he walked over and touched his little hand outside the quilt. It was okay and warm.

The sober Yuan Qiao was completely different from the clingy one just now. She took her little hand out of Fu Zhiyan's and stuffed it into the quilt by herself. She frowned and asked, "Why is there such a strong smell of smoke?"

smoke?Fu Zhiyan suddenly remembered, and hurried to the kitchen: "Oops, oops, oops."

Looking at the black porridge in the pot, Fu Zhiyan knew for the first time what it means to be at a loss.The first reaction is that this pot must be cleaned, and Yuan Qiao should not let Yuan Qiao see it.

"What is this?" With a curious voice behind him, Fu Zhiyan was stiff and turned around in embarrassment.

Yuan Qiao's hair is a bit long, because she just woke up, it looks messy, and there are marks on her fair face from being pressed during sleep, she looks dumb and cute.

"I want to cook some porridge for you," Fu Zhiyan laughed along with him, "Unexpectedly, it might be that the water is too little."

Yuan Qiao craned his neck to take a look, then turned his head back to the bedroom with his mouth pursed, "You go, I'm going to sleep."

"Qiao Qiao, I..." Before Fu Zhiyan finished speaking, Yuan Qiao just heard a "click", and Yuan Qiao locked the bedroom door behind her back.

Fu Zhiyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he could see that Yuan Qiao was fighting against himself in his heart, like a child who just learned to walk, who wanted to stumble forward, but was full of fear for the road ahead.

Fu Zhiyan knocked on the bedroom door, "Honey, can I ask someone to bring over some food?"

There was no sound in the bedroom.

"Baby? Then I called directly? What do you want to eat?"

There was still no sound in the bedroom.

"Then I'll call it, you want to eat..."

"I'm not hungry, I want to sleep!"

A child's angry voice came from the bedroom.

Fu Zhiyan had no choice but to coax: "Okay, okay, don't eat, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight, call me if you need anything, okay?"

He waited for a while, but seeing no one was paying attention, he had to go to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and lay down on the sofa.

When Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes again, it was already dawn, and the sunlight shone on his face through the glass, making his energy of getting up instantly reach its peak.

He touched it casually, the sofa was too small, he had to put his phone on the floor before going to bed yesterday, and it was already past nine o'clock.Fu Zhiyan rubbed his eyes and was about to sit up, when he suddenly found that a small white blanket had been put on his body at some point.

"Baby?" Fu Zhiyan knocked on the bedroom door, only to realize that the door was ajar, he pushed it open and found that there was no one on the bed.

Fu Zhiyan was a little panicked, and hurried to the kitchen. The rice cooker in the kitchen was on, showing the heat preservation status. There were steamed buns and boiled eggs in the steamer next to it, which should have been cooked by Yuan Qiao early in the morning.

The house is not big, and standing in the living room, you can have a panoramic view of almost every corner of the room. Fu Zhiyan called Yuan Qiao a few times, but the other party didn't answer.

He walked around the room in a hurry, and an inconspicuous note caught his attention.

The note was placed on the small dining table by Yuan Qiao, pressed down by the water glass, with Yuan Qiao's elegant handwriting on it.