Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

Fu Wan likes to talk and share. She was like a mobile radio station since she was a child. If no one cares about it, it can automatically play for a whole day.

It was hard for Qi Ye to imagine what Fu Wan would keep in his heart.

Not necessarily, Fu Wan didn't say anything about starting to like him.

There are thousands of entries in this memo, all of which are in his name.

From the ignorant and ignorant student days, I remembered all the way to last night.

Qi Ye pressed his thumb against the phone screen, paused for a while on the two recent records, laughed in a low voice, and let out a happy sound from his chest.

What are you doing?

He is obviously so afraid of pain and timid, yet it makes his heart itch everywhere.

It shouldn't have been let go yesterday. If you let it go, it would be gone the next day.

Because he was going out with his classmates, Fu Wan bought a second-class seat on the high-speed rail with them. It was about a 6-hour drive from city A to the beach. He sat quietly by the window, pressing his hat and mask, watching The scenery passing by outside the window.

In this carriage, more than half of them are students from the game design department.

"Are you uncomfortable?" asked a classmate on the side, "Fu Wan, if you don't talk today, I feel like our class has lost 30 to [-] people."

Fu Wan: "..."

"I... have a bit of a cold." He lied softly, his normally clear voice was slightly hoarse.

"Hey, there are quite a lot of people who catch a cold recently." The classmate patted him on the shoulder, "The weather is hot, but sometimes it's quite cold at night, you need to wear more clothes!"

Fu Wan blinked her eyes, indicating that she understood.

The chair was a bit hard for him, and it was uncomfortable to sit on. The ride was not short, and the soreness and pain in his waist made him lazy from head to toe, even in the cracks of his bones.

The phone was left on the back seat of Qi Ye's car, and the feeling of being isolated from the world just eased his embarrassment at the moment.

What happened last night still makes him feel a little hard to say in retrospect.

The faint sweetness of the white peach jelly seemed to linger in his mouth.

He felt Qi Ye's desire for him more vividly and closely than before, but it was too painful, right?Is this fucking something a human can do?

The graduation trip is a good opportunity. During the time when the two of them are away from each other, Qi Ye's desire for him should cool down.

Boss Ba is so busy, how can he have so much time to sleep with him.

After he arrived in X City, he immediately bought a new mobile phone and reported the loss of the SIM card, but he did not contact Qi Ye immediately.

The beach in the evening was warm and comfortable, and the students in Class [-] of the Game Design Department rented a row of deck chairs to enjoy the sea breeze.

Fu Wan listened to the sound of the sea breeze, and as soon as he clicked on WeChat, he saw the message Qi Ye sent him.

[Qi Ye]: Wanwan, are you here?

[Qi Ye]: Sorry, the steps were wrong yesterday, if you wet my fingers first, maybe it won't hurt so much?

[Qi Ye]: Fu Zaozao, reply to the message.

[Qi Ye]: Soybean question mark.jpg

Fu Wan: "..."

Goodbye, dog man.

Continue to stay in the small dark room, he doesn't even want to talk about it.

Someone was playing beach volleyball by the beach, and a beach volleyball flew over and hit Fu Wan's parasol.

Several little girls ran over in a panic and apologized to him.

"It's okay." Fu Wan helped them pick up the ball, patted the sand on it, and said concisely, "You guys play."

He was wearing a white top and black shorts, and his whole body was as fresh as the sea breeze. Several people who came over boldly asked him if they wanted to play together.

"Sure, I really like beach volleyball." Fu Wan said, "I'll greet you a few more people."

In the Xinyu Group Building, Qi Ye was sitting at his desk, with fingers of his left hand curled up against his chin, and with his right hand, he was flipping through Fu Wan's memos one by one.

Fu Wan didn't reply to his message for a long time.

City X, is it so fun?Not a single message was returned.

He stared at the "Qi Ye is the best brother in the world" at the beginning of the memo for a moment, tapped his fingers on the keyboard twice, typed city x, and clicked on the weather interface with the mouse.

It was evening, the temperature was suitable, and the sea breeze was mild.

There is also a short local video under the temperature column——

"After the graduates of various schools leave the campus one after another, our city will usher in the peak tourist season this year."

The video was shot on the beach, the sunset was like splashing orange watercolor on the sea, the beach was crowded with people, and there were a few beautiful girls in swimsuits playing beach volleyball.

The volleyball was soaked in the sunset, landed on a pair of white wrists, and was padded again. The boy in a white short-sleeved shirt jumped up and dunked the volleyball into the depths of the sand. The little girls didn’t catch it. Live, have complained.

Qi Ye: "..."

His fingers pressing down on Fu Wan's phone tightened, his knuckles protruding.

Quite well, someone who cried out for pain while holding his back in the morning, and didn't reply to him for a whole day, was playing volleyball with so many beautiful girls.

Fu Wan's explosiveness in sports is good, but his battery life is not enough. After playing beach volleyball for only 10 minutes, he waved his hands lazily, sat on the sand without moving, and watched the classmates in the class play.

The little girls were all welcome when he came to play at first, but they seemed happier when he left.

The B&B booked by the first class of the game design department is near the fishing village. Qingyishui has a small blue-looking villa. Fu Wan was allocated a small room of less than 20 square meters in the attic. Outside the glass skylight, you can see the night sky by the sea. stars.

He had never lived in such a small room before, and he was very uncomfortable. He tapped his phone twice, and was about to unilaterally give up the cold war and send a message to Qi Ye, when another person's name popped up on the screen.

[Second Generation Assistant Fu]: Come down and divide the family property.

[Fu Erdai]: Come down?do you know where i am

Why did this kid come to him today?

Although he was skeptical, he changed into clean clothes and left the courtyard.

A nanny car was parked in the small fishing village, and Fu Hengyao's manager was watching outside the car.

"Hello." Fu Wan greeted her familiarly, "Our young master of the Fu family, what's the fuss?"

Normally, he would have a few more conversations with people, but today, he is a silent Fu Wan.

"Hello." The manager didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tilted his head while rushing into the car, and said in a low voice, "Ayao is filming in X City. Director Qi may not be able to contact you just now. I'm not at ease, so I called Ayao and asked about it. .”

Fu Wanxin said that he is an adult, why not worry about it, do you have to find a kid who is almost 20 years old to watch?

He glanced at the closed car door, with a puzzled expression on his face: "?"

"You know his character." The agent said, "Did you and Director Qi quarrel?"

"No, it's okay." Fu Wan said briefly, "...a bit awkward."

"Okay, then we can rest assured." The other party said, "Then Yaoyao and I will go back first."

Just as Fu Wan nodded, the door of the nanny's car was suddenly pulled open. Fu Hengyao, who was wearing a short black T-shirt, jumped out of the car and slapped him on the head like a ball with his hand.

"Damn it, you're really here to divide the family property..." Fu Wan was taken aback by him.

He coughed a little when he spoke.

Seeing that these two people seemed to be able to fight in the street, the manager quickly reached out and grabbed Fu Hengyao.

Fortunately, I was not in a hurry, and let go as soon as I pulled.

"Master Fu, let's leave first." The nanny's car scrambled away.

Fortunately, it was night and no one saw it.

Fu Wan went across the street to buy fried pine nuts, and when she returned, she happened to receive a video call from Qi Ye.

Without thinking about it, he clicked to answer.

"Disturb my private life, you." He ate small nuts like pine nuts very quickly, knocking them to his mouth twice, and the crispy nuts were swept away.

"What did you say to Fu Hengyao?" Qi Ye pulled the corner of his mouth, "I've started using knives on WeChat again."

"No." Fu Wan thought for a while.

He was lying on the bed, the phone was propped on the side of the bed, against the bed board, Qi Ye's voice seemed to gently vibrate his eardrums, bringing a burst of warmth to his ears.

"You are ruthless." Qi Ye said, "I just got closer last night, and today I don't even want to reply to my news."

Fu Wan was lying on the pillow, his lips were a little red from the hard pine nut shell, he was eating snacks leisurely, with his knees bent, and his two raised feet dangling in the screen, distracting others' attention.

He didn't notice that Qi Ye's pupils were getting darker, he just said: "Brother, to be reasonable, I'm traveling, how can I read the news all the time?"

"Don't you want to listen to my daily work?" On the other side of the video call, Qi Ye was sitting on the head of the bed, probably just after taking a shower, his white bathrobe was open, the mermaid line was smooth, and his well-shaped abdominal muscles were drooping Tiny drops of water that haven't been wiped off.

"Oh, yes." Fu Wan pushed the pillow away and sat upright on the bed, "Then you report."

Qi Ye talked about his daily work for more than an hour. Others listened to things that might be boring, but Fu Wan didn't feel bored. He liked the feeling that the boundary gradually blurred. The two people invaded each other's lives and could give He has great security.

He usually blares, and Qi Ye listens.

The roles of the two seemed to be reversed tonight. Listening to Qi Ye's steady and magnetic voice, he occasionally nodded and hummed pretendingly.

After finishing the phone call, Fu Wan stopped being angry.

He misses Qi Ye a little bit, misses him hugging himself from behind, listening to him say some rambling words.

Then Qi Ye shouldn't care about the fact that he didn't reply to the news today?

The director of a large group is very generous.

In Fenglin mansion, Qi Ye pressed the intelligent control panel at the head of the bed, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows closed by themselves.

His mobile phone on the bed rang and sent him a piece of entertainment news.

If it wasn't a star of Mixin Media under Xinyu, he basically wouldn't watch it much.

He pushed the message away with his fingers and dialed it back.

【exclusive!Fu Hengyao held a night party with male college students on the beach, and his suspected love affair was exposed. 】

Qi Ye: "..." What kind of mess is this?

Unscrupulous media, the photos are so dark that you can't see the face at all, only the license plate of the nanny's car.

But this did not prevent him from recognizing that the other person in the photo was Wanwan from his family.

Fu Wanwan who didn't reply to his messages.

Five minutes after the news came out, Mixin Media, a subsidiary of Xinyu, issued an announcement, took a screenshot of the news, and wrote a big "false" word, which made great efforts to refute the rumors.

@cabbage pitcher: Is there no place to hack our Ayao?Such a blurry picture.

@色rch树研: Praise the team, this wave of response is fast enough, the public relations ceiling, don't learn from it.

@热火肉酒: No... Although it is said to be fast, but Fu Hengyao is an artist of Diyue Media, does it have anything to do with Mixin Media under Xinyu? !

@Twisting Seaweed: ? ? ? ? ?Can anyone tell me what this is doing?

Qi Ye was flipping through Fu Wan's memo.

It was like this before paying late——

"My brother can do anything."

"If my brother has any good things, he will give them to me first. You guys are a der."

This arrogant sense of possession was brought up by Fu Wan since she was a child, until it gradually turned into a possession named liking.

You want to be the first to want everything, right?

Thinking of the Oolong hot search just now, and the beach volleyball game I saw in the video today, Qi Ye stared at Fu Wan's memo, twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressed a laugh, and added a few new ones later.