Little boyfriend is cute and flirtatious

For some reason, Fu Xingyun seemed to hear thunder.

The sound was far away but noisy, as if countless people were knocking with hammers, fierce and disorderly.

It took a long time before he realized that it was his violent heartbeat.

The heart almost jumped out of the mouth, and the whole body was full of intense emotions.

This emotion seemed to contain all the ups and downs in the world, which made his eyes sore.

In his limited 19-year life, there has never been such a moment, when the pain in his heart is unparalleled, but after the pain, he can experience a trace of sweetness and comfort.

"Don't cry!" Shen Mochen didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, and reached out to touch his eye sockets, "I was wrong in the last game, and I made you feel wronged."

"No, no." Fu Xingyun turned his head, "Don't look at me!"

"Okay, okay, I don't look at you." Shen Mochen moved, sat on the small bed opposite, and looked out the window.

"Phew... I'm here, I'm here!" There was a rapid breathing sound from the door, and Zhang Qinqin appeared at the door of the room panting, holding the key of the handcuffs in one hand and clutching his chest in the other. look.

"Come up slowly, what are you running for!" Shen Mochen got up to get the key, but after taking two steps, he was pulled by two connected hands.

He stopped and looked back.

Fu Xingyun was still in a daze, he gently tugged at the handcuffed hand: "Xingyun?"

"No, no, I can still walk." Zhang Qinqin walked over crookedly and went to uncuff the two of them.

"Oh, it's all worn out!" The little assistant held Fu Xingyun's wrist and exclaimed, and when he looked at Fu Xingyun again, his expression became extremely affectionate, "Is it very painful, brother Xing, don't cry, go down in a while Just rub some medicine."

"I didn't." Fu Xingyun's voice was still a little hoarse, "This little injury is okay."

"Okay, okay," Zhang Qinqin coaxed him, then turned to Shen Mochen, "Brother Chen, hurry up, the boat will be here soon."

"Okay, let's go." Shen Mochen looked back at Fu Xingyun, and walked towards the small door first.

The hall was in a mess, and the crew members were busy dismantling the set and packing the equipment.

As soon as Fu Xingyun came down, Lin Qianqian stuffed a small bag of pastries: "Hurry up and eat some, I managed to snatch it out. Director Ying is too stingy. Oh, by the way, I'll find you a bottle of drink..."

Before Fu Xingyun refused, Lin Qianqian got in the crowd and disappeared.

Someone from the side came over with a piece of wood, but Fu Xingyun was still in a daze. After staring at the wooden stick lying in front of him for three seconds, he took a step back bewilderedly.

A hand rested on his shoulder.

Fu Xingyun turned his head, and Shen Mochen was smiling and nodding to the workers who carried the wood.

"Let's go out first, it's messy here." His shoulders were gently embraced, and his brother's breath surrounded him.

On weekdays, I only feel the clear and comfortable breath, but today it stimulates my heartbeat.

Shen Mochen led Fu Xingyun out of the castle hall, and placed him on a big rock beside him.

"Why are you still in a daze?" Shen Mochen shook his finger in front of his eyes, "Tired?"

"Ah, I'm fine." Fu Xingyun came back to his senses and reached into the bag for food.

"Wait a minute!" Shen Mochen patted his arm lightly, and handed over a wet towel, "Wipe your hands!"

Seeing him wipe his hands clean, take out the pastry and put it in his mouth, Shen Mochen squatted down and opened the small medicine box he had been carrying just now: "Let me see my wrist."

"It's okay, just a little bit of skin." Fu Xingyun took out a small cake from the bag and stuffed it into Shen Mochen's mouth, but was grabbed by the wrist.

Shen Mochen's hands were a little cold, so he was careful when grabbing his wrist.

Although the moonlight was bright, there was not enough light after all. He carefully pulled Fu Xingyun's wrist to his eyes for a closer look, and his breath lightly hit the sensitive skin on the wrist, which was a little itchy.

Fu Xingyun looked at the back of his neck, which was slightly bent because he lowered his head, and his fair skin shone slightly in the moonlight.

so beautiful!

"It hurt a little." Shen Mochen said.

Probably because of that pull, there was a red mark on Fu Xingyun's wrist, and a small bloody hole was cut beside the delicate wrist bone.

"Such a small hole, it's nothing!" Fu Xingyun shook his arm lightly.

"Well," Shen Mochen lowered his head and carefully pressed the iodophor cotton swab on the wound, "I have to give you a medicine quickly, or you will be cured in a while."

"What!" Fu Xingyun couldn't help laughing.

Seeing his smiling face, Shen Mochen breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped the used iodophor swab in a tissue, and threw it into a small garbage bag.

"It's good that you're not hurt," he said with a smile on his face, "I'm going back!"

It was already late when we got back to the hotel. The interview that was originally scheduled for that night was moved to the next day by the director. After a whole day of hard work, the guests hurried back to their rooms.

When Shen Mochen came out from the shower, Fu Xingyun half-lyed on the bed and sent messages on his mobile phone.

"Not sleeping yet?" Shen Mochen sat down beside his bed.

"Brother," Fu Xingyun looked up, "I won't go back with you, I will stay in Turkey for a few more days. I just told Director Ying."

"Is there something wrong here?"

"Well, Professor Zhang, who has been treating me before, is coming to a meeting. Let me wait for him for a few days and have an examination by the way."

"Okay," Shen Mochen put down the towel that was wiping his hair, "Let the professor see your insomnia, I can't always accompany you to sleep."

"Ah?" Fu Xingyun raised his eyes, as if he had just realized the problem.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind: why not?

"Stupid!" Shen Mochen reached out to rub his hair habitually, and yawned, "Okay, my hair is dry, go to bed!"

Fu Xingyun slid into the quilt: "Brother, you don't have to guard me all the time."

"Huh?" Shen Mochen was already a little sleepy, "Didn't it be useful to get close?"

Looking at Shen Mochen's tired face, Fu Xingyun bit his lip, "I have a solution!"

He threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, pushed Shen Mochen back on his bed, and...

Heck, heck, he moved the bedside table, and pushed his own bed over.

"Okay!" He clapped his hands and threw the quilt onto the bed.

There was only less than [-] centimeters between them, Fu Xingyun took a deep breath happily, "Sleep!"

Shen Mochen was tired all day today, and he was a little confused for a long time. He didn't feel that there was anything wrong for a while, so he fell asleep with a low hum.

The soft breathing sounds like a beautiful melody in the quiet night.

The person who played the melody had his eyes closed, with beautiful arcs at the end of his eyes, and his slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his cheeks.

The clear breath is mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance, like cool spring water, attracting people to approach.

Fu Xingyun gently rubbed forward, quietly reached out, and hugged his spring water.

Slowly retreated, and fell asleep in the coolness.

The next morning, when Shen Mochen woke up, Fu Xingyun had already set off.

The bed and cabinets were moved back to their original positions, and the room seemed a bit empty.

There was a knock on the door, and Zhang Qinqin asked outside, "Brother Chen, are you up?"

"come in!"

Zhang Qinqin walked into the room, dragged out the suitcase from the cabinet, and began to put clothes into the suitcase.

"Brother Xing said he had something to go back to Istanbul, greeted the director, and left early in the morning."

While packing his things, the little assistant said, "Isn't there an interview this morning? It's about deciding on the big challenge of life in the next period. Brother Xing said that his challenge wants to go to an orphanage."

"Go to the orphanage? He said?"

"Yeah," Zhang Qinqin poked his head out of the closet, "Director Ying said, last night he sent a WeChat message saying that it was very late at that time, so he didn't notify you again, and asked you to chat with him later, see if it works. Which form is better."

When the group was waiting at the airport, Ying Feng really talked about this topic with Shen Mochen.

"Director Ying, can the content of this challenge be changed?" Shen Mochen asked in a low voice.

"Oh, I really let Xingyun guess," Director Ying responded with a smile, "He said that when you heard the news, your first reaction must be to object."

"Really?" Shen Mochen was a little surprised, "What did he say?"

"He said, you actually don't want to expose the fact that you funded the orphanage. First, you are afraid that someone will say that you are trying to gain fame, which will damage the reputation of the orphanage, and it will be difficult to receive donations in the future. Second, you are also afraid that your fans will not be calm. , turning the originally obvious social donation into an illegal fundraising."

Shen Mochen laughed, Fu Xingyun would know his psychology so well, these two points were indeed part of his doubts all along.

Director Ying continued to paraphrase Fu Xingyun's words, Shen Mochen suddenly saw that young man with stubborn eyes but soft-spoken words.

"But this won't work. My brother alone is responsible for so many people's food and drink. This is a bottomless pit. If we don't concentrate the power of society, there is no way to go far."

"I understand his concerns, but this is not the reason for him to bear this burden alone. Afraid that the reputation of the orphanage will be affected, we will make it public and popular in advance, so that my brother will be one of the contributors instead of All. As for fan management, publicity and preparations should be made in advance, frequent inspections, and legal measures should be used to crack down on those who fish in troubled waters, so as to truly eliminate the possibility of illegal fundraising.”

Feeling warm in his heart, as if being ironed by warm water, Shen Mochen nodded. "I have considered what he said, but all along, the management of my fans has been spontaneous, and the company has no energy to manage these things, so I have been afraid to publicize, for fear that things will be exposed, and the harm will outweigh the benefits .”

"Ah! There are not many thoughtful young people like you now." Director Ying patted him on the shoulder, "But, have you forgotten who Fu Xingyun is?"

who?

The first image that jumped into my mind was Fu Xingyun pulling the corner of his clothes and begging softly: "Brother, can you give me a hug?"

Shen Mochen was a little taken aback.

"You two... really... oh!" Seeing his confused face, Director Ying hurriedly reminded him, "The young master of the Fu family, the young master of the Fu family real estate, his family is going to acquire the land in Qinglian North City for development. , They are responsible for the orphanage. "

Director Ying looked at Shen Mochen with the eyes of a junior, and said in a persuasive manner: "At this time, it is a matter of course to ask Mrs. Fu to help. Xingyun also said that this is your common responsibility!"

Shared responsibility?These words kept lingering in Shen Mochen's ears until he returned to his home in City A.

When opening the door and entering the password, Shen Mochen turned his head to look at the door next door.

The service of the property is very good. The aunt comes to clean it every day. Even the handle on the door is polished shiny. It looks like its owner, who comes home every day.

In a daze, the phone made a ding-dong sound.

[NEBULA: Are you home? 】

Why are you so clever?A thought suddenly popped up in Shen Mochen's mind: He actually went home before them, right?

He lowered his head and smiled, how is this possible?

Suddenly thinking of teasing, Shen Mochen didn't rush to open the door, leaning his back against the door, and sent Fu Xingyun a message:

[Dust: Didn't go home, I'm at the company! 】

The camera at the door of Fu Xingyun's house turned around in surprise, and aimed at the door next door again.

[NEBULA: Is there a meeting?Why is your boss Du not sympathetic to the employees at all?You just came back and asked you to go to a meeting! 】

[Chen: That's right, social animals are really hard work!I'm already starting to miss my days in Turkey. 】

【NEBULA: Empathy.jpg】

Probably because he returned to the familiar environment, Shen Mochen's words and deeds also relaxed a lot, and he said casually:

【Chen: Do you miss me then? 】

The other side was silent for a long time, and the "The other party is typing..." at the top of the dialog box flashed in and out, busy.

"Sir, is there something wrong with the door lock?" The security guard of this building saw him standing at the door for so long on the surveillance, and hurried up to ask.

"Oh, it's okay." Shen Mochen shook the phone at the young man, "I'm chatting with my friends!"

"Okay, if there's anything we can do to help, just mention it."

Watching the security guard enter the elevator, Shen Mochen lowered his head to enter the password and entered the house.

The door opened and closed, covering Shen Mochen's figure.

Fu Xingyun on the other side of the camera sighed, and deleted the words he had just entered one by one.

One minute later, Shen Mochen's cell phone finally rang.

[NEBULA: Yes. 】

A few days after returning from Turkey, the recording of the second issue of "Rising Star on the Runway" also started.

When Luo Qingyu had an accident in the last episode, Century Entertainment promptly launched Meng Jingxuan as a "senior brother" to participate in the recording, and there were also many newcomers among the auditioned models.

Shen Mochen still moved into Fengxing's filming base in advance.

The last time Shen Mochen was drugged and stayed on the island, although Luo Qingyu planned it, Fengxing left the island without asking about the situation, which was too irresponsible.

Fengxing Media attaches great importance to this. The founder, Lu Chengfeng, made a statement, directly dismissing several relevant persons in charge of this variety show, and conducted a thorough investigation of the company's personnel, thus uncovering a group of people who fished in troubled waters.

On Xingyun's side, Zhao Deli was kicked out by Fu Xingyun a long time ago. This time, several of his followers were not spared and were dismissed by Guo Wenqing.

When Shen Mochen arrived at the shooting base in the afternoon, all the department heads of "Rising Stars on the Runway" came out to greet him, making Zhang Qinqin think that something happened, and dared not let Shen Mochen get off the car.

Mr. Zhang, who was the director last time, was directly dismissed. Mr. Li took over as the head of this variety show and opened the car door for Shen Mochen himself.

After getting off the car, Mr. Li briefly explained the situation before and after, and wanted to take him to the room himself.

Shen Mochen had a good impression of this gentle man, and quickly waved his hands: "The director doesn't need to blame himself, you are actually the victims of this kind of thing."

Mr. Li breathed a sigh of relief. The instructions given to him were that no matter what request Shen Mochen made, he must be satisfied.He was still a little worried for a while, fearing that the other party would make too oblique demands on the programming and shooting of the program because of this, but he didn't expect that Shen Mochen really didn't care about anything, and felt a little embarrassed instead.

When the elevator reached the accommodation floor, Mr. Li led Shen Mochen to the top luxury suite. Halfway through, Shen Mochen stopped suddenly.

"Mr. Li, can I stay in the same room as last time?"

"Ah..." Mr. Li smiled, "This time Mr. Shen has arranged a luxury suite, which will be more comfortable to live in."

"no need."

There was no sunlight in the corridor, the wall lamps were dim, Shen Mochen's face was half hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"The one from last time was pretty good. It's close to the elevator and the training room. I think it's very convenient. Besides, I only stayed for two nights, so it doesn't have to be too much trouble."

Mr. Li is also a real person. Originally, he was instructed to make Shen Mochen feel comfortable, but he didn't insist on it now, and just called the front desk to send the room card up.

The two leaned against each other in the corridor and chatted without saying a word.

"Is your sister okay these days?"

Mr. Li was stunned for a moment before he realized, this time a smile really hung on his face: "Very good, very good, I got your autograph last time, my sister studied very hard, and her grades improved by more than ten in the class. "

Shen Mochen didn't know what to say for a while, and he really didn't expect that his signature would also have the effect of promoting learning.

"A high school student?"

"Well, she's in her third year of high school, and her family was originally opposed to her chasing stars, but she still argued at home, saying that she would fight for her own future just like you."

Shen Mochen was really embarrassed this time: "At that time, in order to earn money, I went to work as a model right after graduating from high school. How could I become a role model for the children?"

Mr. Li pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose: "You don't have to be modest, my sister said, you later taught yourself to take the college entrance examination, and you were admitted to the Communication University with high scores. My parents only allowed her to see it in a limited way after hearing this. Watch your show."

"These children..." Shen Mochen leaned against the wall and smiled lowly, "Nothing can escape their eyes."

"Well," Mr. Li also let out a deep breath, "fans of this age are impulsive and innocent, and they will put all their enthusiasm on idols, so as idols, sometimes they have great responsibilities. Like Luo Qingyu Yes, it can only be worthless for his fans."

The topic seemed a little heavy, the two of them were silent for a while, the elevator sounded, and the young man at the front desk brought up the key card. Seeing the big star and the leader waiting outside the room, he thought he was late, and was a little trembling.

"Okay," Mr. Li straightened up, "Go to bed early, and I'll go to see the stage tomorrow."

Soon, Shen Mochen was the only one left in the corridor.

He was still leaning on the opposite side of the door, his eyes involuntarily fell on the small open space by the door.

There was once a teenager who claimed to be his fan, when he was drunk and about to fall asleep, he was still holding a can of pear soup, squatting here waiting for him to come out.Confused and aggrieved, she complained in a low voice: "Brother doesn't want me..."

I don't know how he is now.

The phone ding-dong, it was a message from Zhuzi.

[Modified car god: The equipment manufacturer said that the goods will be delivered at the end of the month, do you want to come back and take a look? 】

Shen Mochen switched to the schedule and looked at it. The two days at the end of the month were spent promoting the new drama "Fengming Terrace" with Lin Qianqian, and there was only half a day in the morning on the 31st.

【Dust: Okay, I will go back on the afternoon of the 31st. 】

As if he had sensed it, not long after the message was sent, he received a WeChat message from Zhang Heng.

[Brother Heng: Ah Chen, the team of "Fengming Terrace" and Fengxing have finished talking. Tomorrow, Lin Qianqian will go to the new star scouting class on the runway and plans to hold a small interview. You should prepare. 】

[Dust: OK. 】

Lin Qianqian, who got the news at the same time, was picking out clothes with her mother in the VIP room of the luxury clothing store.

The confidentiality in the VIP room was very good, Luo Yun took off her sunglasses with confidence, and was picking and choosing by the hanger.

"I'm going to visit someone tomorrow. Is there an interview?"

"Well, new star on the runway, go to Tan Chen, oh, Shen Mochen."

"The last time I went to see Wang Yunshan and Li Chengxin, did you also help him?"

"hold head high."

Taking a high-end dress for comparison, Luo Yun casually threw it to her daughter, "Try this one."

Lin Qianqian lazily leaned on the sofa and didn't want to get up, wrinkling her small nose: "Ms. Luo, I'm participating in an adventure variety show, and this dress is a bit out of place!"

Luo Yun gave her a blank look: "Isn't it a variety show class? Your brain is rusted in? I told you not to go to that risky variety show. It was exposed to the wind and the sun. This time, when I came back, my skin became worse. "

She took a sporty uniform and sat on the sofa with her daughter, "Don't you need to prepare for the interview?"

Lin Qianqian closed her eyes and smiled: "Mom, your idol burden is too heavy, I don't need to prepare anything, just listen to Brother Chen tomorrow."

Luo Yun put the clothes in her hand aside, and lightly poked Lin Qianqian's head: "Tell me, are you interested in that Shen Mochen?"

Lin Qianqian's eyes were still closed: "What do you think?"

Luo Yun smiled, leaned over and whispered, "To be honest, if I were 20 years younger, no, ten years younger, I would go after her too."

Lin Qianqian opened her eyes and glared at her still beautiful mother: "Ms. Luo, are you not afraid that I will tell my dad?"

Luo Yun gave her a blank look: "Didn't you hear me say 'if'? Xiao Xiao can't think about such a high-quality boy?"

Having said that, Lin Qianqian got excited, and excitedly took out her mobile phone, and found a few portrait photos of Shen Mochen: "I feel the same way, look, this body, this muscle, plus this face that turns all sentient beings upside down."

"How about real people?"

Lin Qianqian found a few more photos and videos from the variety shows: "Here, only more handsome, not the most handsome!"

The mother and daughter put aside their clothes and commented on the phone. When they turned to the last one, Luo Yun paused.

Under the starry sky, Shen Mochen squatted in front of Fu Xingyun, carefully holding the boy's wrist, and gently wiping the wound on his wrist with a cotton swab.

"This child is also from your program group?"

"That's right," Lin Qianqian immediately put on a loving motherly look, "Fu Xingyun, an amateur, is cute, right?"

Luo Yun threw the phone away: "Then you are hopeless!"

"Ms. Luo," Lin Qianqian put back her phone, "Can you have more confidence in your daughter?"

Luo Yun stood up and continued to choose clothes, and glanced back at her daughter: "You know it in your heart, otherwise you wouldn't have saved this photo in your phone."

"Okay, you're right." Lin Qianqian lazily clicked on the picture and dragged it to enlarge.

On the screen, Fu Xingyun's eyes were warm and forbearing, like a man who manipulates a raging fire, holding the flame carefully, but sooner or later he will let himself and the people around him burn together!

The author has something to say:

Fairy mothers are as cute as fairies

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