After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

Song Jin'an was revived with full blood, and even went to do a set of Tai Chi in the morning, humming a little tune to water him.

I have a big appetite, and I eat more than before.

Fu Cheng was very happy to watch, and ate a bowl of rice with Song Jin'an.

After eating, Fu Chengwang said meaningfully: "Live variety shows come to the house this afternoon to install cameras, and the live broadcast will start the day after tomorrow morning, and tomorrow there is still a day to rest."

Song Jin'an nodded and nodded, feeling something was wrong.

He looked at Fu Chengwang suspiciously: "What do you mean? When you say rest, do you mean relaxing, or in bed?"

The corner of Fu Chengwang's mouth raised: "One person and half baby, when the variety show starts recording, we won't have the chance to do this."

"Don't you feel sorry for me when I recover from a serious illness?" Song Jin'an struggled to his deathbed.

"Distressed, so I will give you a day today."

Song Jin'an: Knowing that he only has one and a half days, Song Jin'an can waste his time, lying on the soft couch like a salted fish watching cartoons, and refusing to communicate with Fu Chengwang.

In the afternoon, the program team came to install the monitoring, and Fu Chengwang went to sit and drink tea in the backyard.

Fu Chengwang had to go to work the next day, Song Jin'an played at home by himself, and it was rare for Fu Chengwang to give his tablet permission for a day, so he just spent sleepless nights holding the tablet.

He had completely forgotten what Fu Chengwang told him to eat.

Fu Chengwang got off work half a day early and came back to carry out his career of great harmony in life.

Only then did Song Jin'an realize that he was so fascinated by the cartoon goblin that he even forgot to eat.

"Have you eaten, baby?" Fu Cheng came in and found Song Jin'an, and this was the first sentence he said.

Song Jin'an was a little guilty, but still pretended to be calm, looked at the screen and replied: "I've eaten, I don't have any appetite, just eat something."

President Fu believed it was true, and smiled with satisfaction. He went to turn off the tablet, and carried Song Jin'an to the room, "Baby, there is one more important thing than watching cartoons."

"Ha ha……"

Mr. Fu drew the curtains and worked hard.The excitement is in full swing, and the appetite is whetted.

Song Jin'an was also in good condition, so he took the initiative to praise him.

And then... Goo... Goo--

A certain first son blushed, and his stomach growled.

Fu Chengwang: He frowned, stopped, and asked in that posture, "Have you eaten?"

Song Jin'an closed his eyes guiltily: "Is it time to eat? You don't want to?"

Fu Chengwang heaved a long sigh, this ancestor just recovered from his illness, so he didn't eat.He pulled away, pulled his bathrobe on, and went to cook for Song Jin'an.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to cover Song Jin'an with a quilt, "Don't move around, the air is cold outside."

Looking at the closed door, Song Jinan laughed uncontrollably.

He can feel Fu Chengwang's love and concern for him every day. This feeling is happiness, right?

After eating, Fu Chengwang read history books to Song Jin'an to help him digest.

Then he turned off the lights again, and continued his unfinished life harmony movement.

It's just a simple physical exchange, don't think about it.

The next morning Song Jin'an struggled to get up, he remembered that there was still a variety show live today.

When Song Jin'an was practicing Tai Chi, Fu Chengwang was already preparing breakfast in the kitchen.He closed his eyes to control his breathing, and he heard birdsong and guqin music, and he was already in meditation.

He didn't realize that the camera was already facing him.

It should be said that the camera was already switched on at seven o'clock in the morning. Fu Chengwang knew about it and told Song Jin'an about it last night, but he was too tired at that time to remember it.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned, they didn't expect the daily life of Ba Zong and An An to be like this.

【All this time, I thought it would be An An who was very virtuous preparing the brunch, but I didn't expect Mr. Fu to be cooking? ? 】

[An'an's life is so comfortable, she wakes up late, and starts doing Tai Chi when she wakes up?What kind of old people's lifestyle is this? 】

[Fans are so easy to deceive, maybe they acted in front of the camera? 】

[Uh uh uh, the sky is sour...]

Fu Chengwang took off his apron and found Song Jin'an in the yard. After he finished punching this set, he quickly handed him a towel, and he had to wipe off the fine sweat quickly, so that Song Jin'an could never catch a cold and get sick again.

"It's time to eat, baby." Fu Cheng wiped Song Jin'an's sweat while looking at him.

Song Jin'an took a sip of water and moved his fingers, "I want to eat outside, I haven't watered the flowers yet."

Fu Chengwang nodded: "Okay, I'll bring it out, you put on your coat, don't get cold again."

After all the breakfast was served, Fu Chengwang took over Song Jin'an's work of watering, urging him to eat first.

"Brother, didn't you say that today's variety show will be broadcast live? Why don't you come? What time is it?" He poked his phone, and it was already past nine o'clock.

Fu Chengwang stopped watering the flowers, and looked at Song Jin'an with a complicated expression: "Baby, I told you last night."

Song Jin'an swallowed the dumplings: "You told me? What did you say?"

He thought for a while, pursed his lips, "Last night, what can I hear? You tossed so much——"

"Okay, okay, my fault, baby, don't say any more, I'm afraid you'll be unhappy again." Fu Chengwang already knew what Song Jin'an was going to say later, so he interrupted him quickly.

Song Jin'an said strangely: "Why am I not happy when I'm fine? I'm happy when I see my husband——"

Fu Chengwang smiled, and said warmly at the same time: "Actually, they started the live broadcast at seven o'clock, and there are probably many people watching you by now."

He pointed at the camera on the wall and suppressed a smile.

Song Jin'an: He looked back at the big black guy, his face turned red when he shrunk his mouth, wishing he could get under the table and hide.

"Ahhh! I'm dead!"