Little boyfriend is cute and flirtatious

The door closed automatically with a soft click, like a bucket of cold water pouring over Fu Xingyun's anger.

brother gone?

Am I doing something wrong?Is it because I hit Cheng Qufan?

How could he...?Just because they formed a band before?

Or because of their past friendships?

Is it really friendship?

The picture of Shen Mochen holding a two-color tulip was tumbling in his mind, and he couldn't get it off.

At that moment, my heart suddenly ached.

The dense soreness spread from the heart to all the limbs, and the pain was so painful that even tears welled up.

Am I really doing something wrong?Will he ignore me?

Was his vulnerability and expectation last night also because of another person?

Will there be someone who will hug him, kiss him, and be with him for the rest of his life, as I expected?

Thinking of such a picture, even the sky and the earth began to spin.

Fu Xingyun took two steps back, his calf touched the edge of the sofa, and staggered, he sat down.

These words, even if they flashed through his mind, made him unbearable.

Burying his head deeply into his arm, his fingers turned white from the force, and the wound burst open.

As soon as Shen Mochen entered the door, he saw this scene.

The young man's hair was still wet, but he buried his head in his arms. On the back of his right hand, blood flowed out from the knuckles of his knuckles, which were already bruised and terrible. getting bigger……

"Let go!" He took two steps to the sofa and sat down, reaching out to grab Fu Xingyun's arm.

Pressing his slightly cool fingers on his arm, the scalding heat made him startled.

There was a slight resistance in the arm, but it was quickly pulled aside by him.Shen Mochen put down the small medical kit in his hand, took out a cotton swab and a bottle of iodophor.

Fu Xingyun raised his head, staring blankly at Shen Mochen who was busy.

Shen Mochen was holding the horribly colored hand. An iodophor cotton swab wiped off the blood that flowed out, and then swirled it around to disinfect the wound.

"Brother... why are you here?" Didn't you go to find Cheng Qufan?

"Why can't I be here?" Shen Mochen watched him tighten his fingers, and the wound burst into bleeding again. With a "tsk", he threw the cotton swab in the trash can, and took out a clean one.

"Relax! Don't grab me so tightly!" He threw the cotton swab into the iodophor bottle and soaked it, and patted Fu Xingyun's finger with his empty right hand.

His fingers became even stronger, and Fu Xingyun firmly grasped Shen Mochen's left hand: "Brother, I know I was wrong, don't go!"

"Wrong? Where did you go wrong?" Shen Mochen asked him.

"I……"

"You're absolutely right!" Shen Mochen snapped his fingers, "If it were me, that kind of scum would only hit him harder!"

Fu Xingyun couldn't turn his head around: "Then why did you leave?"

Shen Mochen couldn't break free, so he patted him on the head: "Don't go, do you have a medicine box at home?"

"Huh?" Not to mention the medicine box, there is not even a box of medicine.

Unexpectedly, things would go this way, Fu Xingyun relaxed his arms in a daze.

Shen Mochen took the opportunity to open his fingers.

But the next moment, regardless of the bruise and pain, the hand was entangled again.

Shen Mochen suddenly understood.

He sighed: "Okay, don't be afraid, I won't go."

"Really not leaving?"

"Really don't go!"

He didn't expect that Fu Xingyun would be so worried after leaving for less than a minute.

"Okay, baby, relax your hands, I'll give you medicine."

The hand finally relaxed, and some blood seeped out again, and slowly slid down the back of the hand, and was gently sucked away by the cotton swab.

Fu Xingyun flinched as he rubbed the wound with a cotton swab, and raised his eyes pitifully: "Brother, it hurts so much!"

"It's good to know it hurts!" Shen Mochen sterilized and applied medicine neatly, "Why didn't you feel pain when you hit someone?"

"When I hit someone, I got angry because of patronizing." The boy muttered.

After a while, he raised his head again, with a smug gleam in his eyes, "I tell you, he was injured much more seriously than me. When he was taken away by the police, his entire face was swollen like a pig's head. It's ugly!"

Shen Mochen looked up speechless.

"He was made ugly by me, brother, don't associate with him..."

"He is really not a good person. Maybe he was good when he was a child, but he is not good now..."

"Today's news has said that his music company has serious problems, so don't sign a contract with them."

"Brother, you said... don't you..."

When he didn't get a response, his voice became smaller and smaller. In the end, Fu Xingyun looked at Shen Mochen anxiously and dared not speak again.

"You really..." Not knowing what to say, Shen Mochen threw away the cotton swab and reached out to touch his hair, "I don't want to date him, I know he's not a good person, and I don't want to sign a contract with him."

He put down the cotton swab, looked at the liquid medicine on the back of Fu Xingyun's hand, and blew gently on the back of his hand: "This kind of person is not worth hurting you."

The slightly cool air blew on the back of the hand, suppressing the burning pain on the wound, but under the gust of wind, the small flame in the heart faltered again.

"Yeah!" He nodded, "I know, my brother has high eyesight, how could he see that scumbag!"

Shen Mochen packed the medicine box, and asked him casually: "Then tell me, who should I look at?"

Suddenly, Fu Xingyun blurted out: "Do you like me?"

As soon as he spoke, he regretted it.Will it be too direct?

My heart started beating wildly, and my brain was a little dizzy.

Seeing Shen Mochen raised his head in surprise, he quickly covered it up: "Haha, I'm just kidding! That... the live broadcast is about to start, so I'll call it out quickly."

Shen Mochen packed up the small medicine box and looked at Fu Xingyun.

The boy's hair was still half wet. Because of the action just now, the soft hair on the back of his head was curled up in all directions. He looked at the screen with great interest, and different colors changed in his eyes.

Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and put the medicine box aside.

In fact, during this period of time, he was also struggling.

Anyone who is not blind can see the boy's affection.

Not to mention those people around him, every time they see him, they will raise their mouths.

He does not exclude the same sex, and also likes the boy in front of him.

It's just that he himself never considered finding a partner.

Everyone knew that Shen Mochen was born in an orphanage, but no one knew that there was an inescapable nightmare behind it.

With the painful past weighing on his heart, and the uncertain and unpredictable future, he only thought of bearing it by himself.

But this young man, with the enthusiasm of a child, knocked on the door of his heart time and time again.

Feeling sorry for what happened to him, and in the process of comforting the other party again and again, let my heart slowly sink.

It has been so long since that incident, and he thought with a fluke, maybe, this life can really be the same as a normal person, and he can gain happiness in the worldly sense from then on.

He was eager to try it.

After Cheng Hui took Zheng Qi to experience the underwater world, today's big challenge in life is Zhang Yunchen took Nie Yongjun to challenge the recording room.

Zhang Yunchen is a popular singer and has released several albums in the past two years, all of which are very popular.

His family's economic company, Morningstar Entertainment, regarded him as a treasure and built a recording studio just for him.

Today he brought Nie Yongjun to this room.

Zhang Yunchen is young and has a lot of mom fans on the Internet. As soon as the live broadcast screen came out, there were many barrages:

[Did Chenchen eat well today? 】

[I worked hard at the concert a few days ago, come to show my mother if I lost weight? 】

The host An Zhe went online again and entered the recording studio with the two of them.

Zhang Yunchen's tuner was a cute little girl who had already stood at the work station. Seeing them coming in, she quickly greeted them with a smile.

An Zhe first introduced everyone.

[Wow, this is the first time I saw Chenchen's studio, the girl is so cute! 】

[I don't know why, but this girl's style matches Chenchen very well! 】

[It is said that he is a tuner with an annual salary of one million, but I didn't expect it to be this style of painting. 】

When it was time to enter the recording room, An Zhe stayed outside to chat with the cute girl, and let them go in with the photographer.

Nie Yongjun looked at him suspiciously, and followed Zhang Yunchen inside.

At the moment of stepping into the recording room, the painting style of the barrage suddenly changed.

[Hahaha, as expected of me, what the hell is this room full of fluff? 】

【Don't you know, Chenchen said that he likes plush toys the most, and his childhood dream was to sleep in a pile of plush toys. 】

[Chenchen and plush toys go well together, they both look warm. 】

【However, Brother Yong came in...】

[Oh, I can't do it anymore, it feels so violating! 】

Nie Yongjun has always been a tough guy, but now that he entered this room full of plush toys, he felt that there was nowhere to put his hands and feet.

He finally knew why An Zhe didn't come in.

When the recording started, the two chose a chorus with male voices. Zhang Yunchen sang the first half of the song, but when it came to Nie Yongjun, as expected, he got stuck.

In fact, Nie Yongjun's voice is not bad, but he has no skills. Zhang Yunchen Zhuyu is in front, so he will naturally feel nervous.

After several attempts, there was no improvement. Zhang Yunchen carried a huge golden lion from the pile of toys on one side: "Brother Yong, this is for you!"

Nie Yongjun looked at him with some embarrassment.

"I used to be nervous, but when I hug these toys, I relax a lot."

[Hahaha, welcome to Chenchen's Kindergarten to share daily life! 】

[Today is Chenchen taking the children home to play. 】

[Plush toys are indeed very stress-relieving. Although they don’t seem to match Brother Yong, but life is a big challenge. Brother Yong should challenge it, haha! 】

Shen Mochen couldn't help laughing when he saw this: "Yunchen is like this, if you like something, you must share it with others."

On the screen, Zhang Yunchen was still saying: "Try it, try it, you will feel very peaceful when hugged..."

A hand stretched out from behind, tightly hugged Shen Mochen's waist, and the boy's chin was pressed on his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Shen Mochen tilted his head slightly.

Fu Xingyun whispered in his ear: "He said, hugging will feel very peaceful."

"You treat me like a plush toy?"

"No," Fu Xingyun rubbed lightly again, soft hair brushing Shen Mochen's temples, "This is my treasure, no one will give it to me!"

Rubbing his head with his backhand, Shen Mochen smiled helplessly: "Young poor, watch the show."

He promised, but Fu Xingyun didn't let go, still in the posture of encircling Shen Mochen from behind, with his chin resting on his shoulder, breathing lightly and shallowly.

After another 10 minutes, Fu Xingyun's breathing slowed down, and Shen Mochen looked sideways with difficulty, the person holding him had already closed his eyes.

The young man's arm was across his chest, and the back of his bruised hand was still terrifying. Shen Mochen lowered his head, carefully held up that hand, and gently stroked the bruised place with his fingers.

The bruised area was swollen so high, I don't know how hard he used it, so why bother?

From childhood to adulthood, how much suffering and injury I have suffered, I have endured it silently by myself, and after the pain, I secretly licked the wound.

Now, someone was hurt because of him.

I don't know if he touched the painful place, Fu Xingyun's fingers trembled, and in the next second, that hand ignored the pain and grabbed Shen Mochen's fingers.

A low voice whispered in my ear: "Brother...don't go..."

It is said that at the end of the live broadcast that day, Nie Yongjun’s song actually sang well. I don’t know if it’s the credit of the million-dollar tuner, but Chenchen’s cutie gave him a lot of plush toys to Brother Yong , almost couldn't fit in the car.

But Shen Mochen didn't know about this, he was lying on the bed in a daze.

Fu Xingyun's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him in his arms from behind.

The young man's hands were strong, and when he hugged him, his body was tightly pressed against each other. Shen Mochen felt his back was hot, and in the December weather, he was covered in thin sweat.

How did things get to this point?

I just remembered that Fu Xingyun fell asleep on the sofa last night.Fearing that he would be woken up and feel uncomfortable when he just fell asleep, Shen Mochen sat and persisted for half an hour before gently waking him up.

"Brother, will you sleep with me tonight?" Fu Xingyun muttered, still holding him in his arms.

"How old are you, do you still want to accompany/sleep?"

"hand pain……"

What is the reason for this?

But seeing his bruised hands, Shen Mochen softened his heart again: "I'll just accompany you for a while, and I'll go back when you fall asleep."

"it is good."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived on the bed, Fu Xingyun hugged him skillfully, put him in his arms, murmured "good night, brother", and fell asleep again in a daze.

I wanted to wait for him to relax after a while before leaving, but the embrace was so warm that it made my eyelids heavy. Not long after, Shen Mochen also fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was dawn.

The body is too warm, and the whole body is soft when sleeping.He moved slightly, and just after moving a little, Fu Xingyun's arms were wrapped around him again, and he turned him gently, and pressed him into his arms.

Feeling a hand gently pat on his back, Shen Mochen laughed, you are coaxing a child here!

He stretched out his hand and pushed the boy's shoulder, "Let go, I'm going to get up!"

"Don't!" Fu Xingyun didn't wake up at all, but tightened his arms.

There is an advertisement to be shot today, Zhang Qinqin and the stylist will probably come soon, if I let them know that I am next door...

Shen Mochen exerted more force on his hands, and tried to withdraw his body.

Fu Xingyun fell into a drowsy sleep, feeling that the person in his arms was about to run away, without even thinking about it, he turned over and pressed on him.

Being pressed down suddenly, Shen Mochen froze.

The young man's body is strong, his muscles are strong and powerful, and he can't move when he is pressed down like this.

There was the sound of heavy breathing in the ears, and the hot air went straight into the earholes, but Fu Xingyun was probably tied by his sideburns, and after rubbing against his face, he turned his face, and his lips just touched his earballs.

Like a pile of gunpowder being ignited suddenly, Shen Mochen's face burned up.

The tingling feeling went straight from the ears to the heart, and when the heart was beating wildly, it rushed towards the lower abdomen.

Sensing the changes in his body, Shen Mochen was even more ashamed.He tried his best to bend one leg, intending to throw him off.

As soon as he moved, his thigh/root was suddenly pierced.

He tilted his head in panic, and met Fu Xingyun's wide and bewildered eyes.

This……

Shen Mochen's cheeks were flushed, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with crimson.

I don't know which CP fan's essay suddenly popped into Fu Xingyun's mind:

"Looking at the look of spring at the end of his eyes, Fu Xingyun felt his throat tighten, and the desire in his body was rushing and clamoring, demanding him to vent it recklessly. He rolled his Adam's apple up and down for a long time, and shouted in a hoarse voice: 'Brother... ...'"

stop!stop stop stop stop!

Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, unable to hide the embarrassment of his body.

He turned over and rolled off the bed, spreading the quilt all over the floor.

"Yes... I'm sorry I fell asleep!"

Before Shen Mochen could answer, he had already rushed into the bathroom.

Shen Mochen froze on the bed, forcibly suppressing his violent heartbeat.

Although embarrassed, he felt a little happy in his heart, and he lowered his head and smiled.

The phone on the bedside suddenly vibrated.

"Ah Chen, did you disturb your rest?" Aunt Mei's voice came from the phone.

"It's okay, Aunt Mei, I'm already up." Shen Mochen was a little strange. Usually, Zhuzi would contact him when there was anything in the orphanage. Aunt Mei knew that he had a restless schedule when he was filming, so he rarely called.

"Ah Chen, it's like this, don't be nervous." Aunt Mei's voice was tired and slightly trembling, and Shen Mochen felt his heart sink.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing serious, but Uncle Wang came to tell me just now that he came back late from visiting friends yesterday. In the middle of the night, he saw a person at the front door of our orphanage, sneaking around, as if he wanted to climb over the wall. He coughed and ran away."

The smile disappeared, and Shen Mochen's hand holding the phone trembled: "Is it... a thief?"

"Oh," Aunt Mei sighed, "I hope it's just an ordinary thief, but Uncle Wang said that the man looked back at him when he fled, and his face... looked like him."

"I see..." Shen Mochen said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, I'll go back this afternoon."

"Okay, you can ask Uncle Wang again when you come back."

Aunt May hung up the phone.

Shen Mochen glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door, raised his head with a wry smile, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Fate is indeed ruthless!

After escaping for so long and suppressing for so long, just when he finally wanted to stick a foot out and try, he got such a warning.

Surely it still doesn't work?

He got up silently and went back to his room.

Fu Xingyun's challenge was that a week later, the program team went to step on some spots beforehand, and took some environmental materials and came back to make a preview.

In order to highlight the difficulty of the challenge, the trailer uses "difference" as the theme of this issue.

Ying Feng first arranged a few shots of Fu Xingyun's reception.

The magnificent hall, the luxurious and bright crystal chandelier, the fragrance of clothes on the temples and the fragrance of clothes in the reception, the noble teenagers are dressed in formal dresses, holding expensive red wine and talking with people with a smile;

The next moment, the screen flashed to the dilapidated orphanage, the iron gate was mottled and creaked, the aunt was holding a child and was feeding, and the soup was spilled all over the table...

The material is a bit too simple, which has attracted dissatisfaction from netizens:

[Should you be sure that you are filming The Great Challenge of Life and not Metamorphosis? 】

[I don't think it's a problem that the conditions are difficult. The stars are just playing for a day in the past. What's the point of this challenge? 】

【What time is it? Is selling miserables useful?The program team deliberately found someone to act! 】

There were all kinds of voices on the Internet, and they soon spread to Shen Mochen.

[Speaking of which, Shen Mochen came from an orphanage, so it should be this one! 】

[For so many years, I haven't seen him give back to the orphanage, but now I think about it! 】

[Do you want to consume fans! 】

[Don't talk nonsense upstairs, Brother Chen has been subsidizing the orphanage.Every time fans asked to donate money, he refused, saying that he would give the money and not let the fans worry about it. 】

【Actually, I don’t understand either. In fact, according to Brother Chen’s appeal, wouldn’t it be easy to raise money for the orphanage?But he has been suppressing it all the time, and everyone wants to help, but they can't help! 】

Although the comments on the Internet were chaotic, they did not affect Fu Xingyun's mood at all.

Shen Mochen has been very busy these days and hardly ever goes home, he can't restrain his desire to see him.

When it came time to shoot, Fengxing sent a nanny car to pick him up, and Fu Xingyun, An Zhe, and the photographer went to Qinglian City together.

The journey was almost two hours away, and Anzhe did a simple interview on the way.

An Zhe: "Has Xingxing ever been to the Little Red Flower Orphanage?"

"I've been there once." Thinking of that experience, Fu Xingyun couldn't help smiling. "It was the day when the first phase of the Grand Challenge ended. My brother drank a little too much, so I sent him back with the driver."

Fu Xingyun smiled softly as Shen Mochen stared seriously at the shaky streetlights with his drunken eyes, thinking that the scenes he had forgotten had come back to his memory.

"Cough," An Zhe coughed lightly, "Is there anything interesting that night? To be honest, I haven't seen Mo Chen drink too much."

"That night!" Fu Xingyun continued to smile, "After my brother returned to the orphanage, he insisted on competing with others."

"A competition? It's not about singing, is it?"

Fu Xingyun hooked his fingers at An Zhe, and waited for him to listen to him, and told him softly.

"No way!" An Zhe's eyes widened, "This, this... is really unimaginable."

In the live broadcast room, netizens were anxious.

【Xing Xing, you have changed, how did you learn to hide from your mother? 】

[I really want to know what the stars said! 】

[Where's the boss with a lip-speaking level eight?It's time to unleash your talents! 】

On the screen, Anzhe suddenly realized something, and pointed to several large boxes piled up behind the nanny's car, "So you brought so many boxes here today, are you planning to challenge Mo Chen?"

Fu Xingyun suppressed a smile: "How can I challenge him? But maybe I can try it later."

[Kneeling for the photographer's contact information, give us a hint! 】

[Yingguo, are you watching?Let the photographer take a shot! 】

I don't know if I really accepted the request from the netizens. The camera slowly panned towards the back row of the car. The netizens forgot to post the barrage, and they all stared at the screen nervously.

An image of a smiling baby appears in the middle of the screen.

[Fuck, why does this doll look so familiar! 】

【This is that, that...】

【I just put on my baby and decided to keep smiling. 】

【Then the game is...】

The barrage stopped for two seconds.

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! 】

[Hahaha, it's hard to imagine, the scene of my male god picking up a diaper with those cartoon hands! 】

[Trust me, changing into diapers is the best! 】

[Forgive me, I really can't stop laughing. 】

When the nanny car arrived at the entrance of Shitong Alley, there was already a drawing by Mrs. Tentacle in the fan circle of Shen Mochen changing the baby's diaper, which was forwarded by everyone.

Although preparations were made in advance, Shen Mochen didn't make any adjustments to the environment in Shitong Lane, and faced the program group with the most primitive style.

Fu Xingyun bypassed an object, and remembered the last time when Shen Mochen jumped directly over it.

An Zhe is holding the information card and introducing to everyone:

"The name Shitong Lane comes from the fact that there used to be a Catholic Gospel Church here before liberation. It turns out that there has always been a welfare home here!"

"The Gospel Church was blown up during the war, and the orphanage was rebuilt after the founding of the People's Republic of China, which is the predecessor of the Xiaohonghua Welfare Institute. The previous dean...surnamed Yang," he paused, "the current dean is a lady , known as Aunt Mei. At present, there are nearly 100 children in the hospital."

[Wow, there are so many children!I think this amount alone is a challenge. I don’t know what kind of challenge Brother Chen will arrange for Xingxing? 】

【Hey, where did the stars go? 】

The photographer turned the camera and found Fu Xingyun.

He was coming out of a grocery store with a package of toffee in his hand.

"Is this a gift for the children?" An Zhe went over to take a look.

"No," Fu Xingyun touched the packing bag, "I put it in the box for the children, this is mine."

"Any allusions? Give me a taste."

Unexpectedly, Fu Xingyun hid the sugar bag behind his back, "You can buy it yourself, it's so cheap!"

The barrage burst into laughter:

[After Chenchen's children, Xingxing also started kindergarten mode. 】

【This is my candy, I won't give it to you! 】

[Blindly guessing that this candy has a story, the study committee will come out and explain. 】

Soon a bullet screen was posted:

[I found it, I found it!When Xing Xing and his brother played games, the brother made amends! 】

[Oh my god, did Xingxing specially find this kind of candy?Suddenly it feels so sweet! 】

The barrage was lively, but An Zhe didn't bother about Tang anymore.

The photographer is currently taking photos of the surrounding environment. An Zhe is in a daze with his card and mobile phone in his hand.

"What's the matter?" Fu Xingyun turned off the microphone, leaned over and asked in a low voice.

An Zhe glanced at the photographer to confirm that the two of them are not in the camera now, and then showed his card to Fu Xingyun.

【…The previous dean, XX Yang, disappeared ten years ago. 】

And on his mobile phone, a piece of news from ten years ago was displayed:

[Little Red Flower Welfare Institute director Yang Moulai, suspected of sweeping the orphanage's property and absconding, whereabouts are unknown! 】

The author has something to say:

Uh, beat me up, the entanglement between brother Chen and the orphanage must be resolved, although there will be a little twists and turns, but brother is already moved, I will let Xingxing work hard and keep going.

In addition, because it is a holiday, everyone should have a lot of entertainment activities at night, and the holidays will be updated at 7:[-] pm in advance. After dinner and reading, everyone can play other things.

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