BOSS turned me into a dog [entertainment circle]

It was early in the morning when the plane landed. When we got out of the airport, the temperature outside was very low, and the cold wind could make people stupid. Fu Ming knew that Lin Chuan was not afraid of the cold, but he still insisted on taking off his coat and putting it on for him. Lin Chuan thought He is a sick man, he refuses to wear it, and when he sees that he is unhappy, he obediently stops resisting.

After going back, he fell asleep and woke up in the afternoon of the next day. I don't know if Lin Chuan's comfort had worked. Fu Ming had no dreams all night and slept soundly. For the first time, he woke up later than Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan Lying on the bed and staring at him, she laughed as she watched, stretched out her fingers and carefully touched his long and thick eyelashes.

Such a handsome benefactor, it doesn't hurt at all to be near him!

Lin Chuan happily got up from the bed, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, took the razor and shaved around his mouth, touched his eyebrows by the way, gestured with his hands to shape his eyebrows, sighed dissatisfied, turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

He thought that taking care of the patient should be like taking care of the patient, at least he should prepare breakfast, but he can't even cook porridge, so he took out milk from the refrigerator, dug out a bag of instant grains, and poured it into a bowl After stirring it in the oven, put it in the microwave oven to set the time, then he went to pack up the clothes he changed last night, and threw them into the washing machine in batches.

When Fu Ming got up, he saw Lin Chuan's busy figure, like a hardworking snail boy. He was a little dazed, feeling that something had changed.

"Are you awake? Breakfast is just right, come and wash up!" Lin Chuan came over and grabbed his hand, pulled him to the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste, hot water, and towels for him.

Fu Ming was stuffed with a mouthwash cup in one hand, and a stick of toothpaste in the other: "..."

After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, he saw Lin Chuan drying his clothes and looked carefully: "Did you add washing powder?"

Lin Chuan stopped holding his clothes, and his neck slowly turned around as if rusted: "Ah, I forgot."

Fu Ming: "..."

Lin Chuan took the clothes back and threw them back into the washing machine, went to the kitchen to serve "breakfast", poured a large bowl of milk soaked in grains into two cups and placed them on the table, pulled the dazed Fu Ming to sit down by the table, and Also sat down next to him, staring at him expectantly with wide eyes: "Try it!"

The milk didn't look hot, so Fu Ming picked it up and took a sip, then scooped up a few grains with a spoon and put them into his mouth.

Lin Chuan asked nervously: "How is it? How is it? Is it delicious?"

Fu Ming nodded: "Yes, it's delicious."

Lin Chuan happily picked up his cup, and frowned as soon as he took a sip: "Why isn't it hot at all? I set a time." He tasted the grains again, "Crispy, like dry food It makes no difference."

He didn't believe in evil, so he ran into the kitchen and took a closer look at the microwave oven: "Damn it! The mode is not selected correctly!"

He ran back again, picked up two cups of milk and grains and poured them back into the big bowl, ready to take them back and reheat them, but when his hand touched the edge of the bowl, Fu Ming grabbed it and raised his head suspiciously.

Fu Ming stood up and looked at him intently: "What are you doing?"

Lin Chuan blinked: "Hot milk."

Fu Ming paused, stretched out a hand to support the back of his head, his eyes darkened, and his voice lowered a bit: "I mean, you're so busy, what are you doing?"

Lin Chuan said: "Take care of you, aren't you... not feeling well, I... um..."

Fu Ming hugged him, tilted his head towards him, and gently bit his lips. The nibbling gradually turned into a deep kiss. Lin Chuan was a little unsteady, so he stretched out his hands to hug him tightly. This kiss was not as strong as before. , but it was extremely lingering, Lin Chuan was throbbing so hard that his whole body was trembling, and the sound of drums beating in his heart was loud.

When Fu Ming let go of him, he still couldn't recover. He opened his eyes and stared at Fu Ming's lips that had become moist and attractive due to the kiss. He seemed to be bewitched, and leaned over to lick it.

Fu Ming closed his eyes, hugged him tightly against his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Chuan, why are you so nice?"

"Ah?" Lin Chuan didn't know why, so he felt embarrassed when he was praised. After thinking about it, he decided to be humble, "It's so-so."

Fu Ming couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth curled up.

After the two of them finished their breakfast, which was not early at all, they were not full at all. Fu Ming simply fried two more eggs. Seeing Lin Chuan eating with satisfaction, he brought the eyebrow pencil over and said, "Sit down."

Lin Chuan suddenly became excited, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and put his legs down after thinking about it: "Should I draw in a place with better light?"

Fu Ming was noncommittal, and was dragged by him to move to the balcony.

At this moment, the sun was already in the west, and a circle of golden velvet was drawn on his body. Lin Chuan raised his face and closed his eyes. His face was fair, and the fine hairs on his face were completely visible, as if emitting a faint light. Fu Ming Leaning over, she traced his face with her eyes, saw that his cheeks were gradually turning red, couldn't hold back, held his face and gently pecked it.

Lin Chuan closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and let him turn around, peck and kiss, his heart seemed to be flooded suddenly, so full that it was about to overflow, and like seven or eight rabbits in his pocket, jumping happily.

Fu Ming let go of his face, saw that he bent his mouth, and kissed him again, then picked up the eyebrow pencil, and drew his eyebrows carefully while recalling the steps he saw last night.

Fu Ming focused his eyes, drew for a while, and then said in a low voice, "There was a minister in the Han Dynasty named Zhang Chang. This is how he used to draw eyebrows for his wife. He drew them every day."

Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had a heart rhythm disorder. He couldn't help but raise his eyes and stare at him, and stretched out a finger to poke his chest: "What do you mean?"

"I just want to tell you that there is a story passed down through the ages because of the love between husband and wife."

Lin Chuan heard his own violent heartbeat in disbelief, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he pressed it down quickly, calming his mind: "How do you feel now?"

Fu Ming distanced himself to look at his eyebrows: "What?"

Lin Chuan stared at the top button of his neckline: "You didn't look well last night, are you feeling better now?"

Fu Ming's Adam's apple twitched, and after a moment of silence, he replied in a low voice, "Yes."

Lin Chuan moved his gaze upwards and landed on his face: "Then... what is your illness?"

Fu Ming pursed his lips, did not speak, and began to draw the other eyebrow for him.

Lin Chuan lowered his eyes in frustration.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while, he felt that he was too abrupt, and he just talked about an old couple, and he started to make up his mind, thinking that the two were really close enough.

Fu Ming stopped what he was doing and stared at him carefully: "What's wrong with you?"

Lin Chuan couldn't hide his thoughts, puffed his cheeks, obviously depressed: "It's nothing."

Fu Ming touched his face: "I want to save face."

Lin Chuan raised his head with a blank face: "Ah? What?"

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, I..." Fu Ming paused, "If I can hide it, I hope that I will always be no different from a normal person when I stand in front of you."

Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head: "Is there any kind of illness? In my eyes, as long as it is not a fatal illness, it is not a big problem. Don't have psychological pressure. There is nothing normal or abnormal... "

Fu Ming's heart trembled slightly, but his hands were steady. Listening to his rambling, incoherent explanations, he slowly finished painting his eyebrows.

Lin Chuan didn't ask any more questions, and felt better. He ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror, and found that the painting was quite good. Although it was not as high as the stylist's level, it was still natural overall.

Fu Ming stood behind him: "How is it?"

Lin Chuan looked admiring: "How can you do everything so well? It's amazing!"

Fu Ming's praise for his spare no effort was very helpful.

Lin Chuan had nothing to do. He sat on the sofa in the living room and picked up his mobile phone to check Weibo. He belatedly remembered that his mobile phone had been shut down. Excited, he didn't say a word, silently turned on the WiFi at home, and connected the phone to it.

Fu Ming started to deal with the work that had piled up for a long time, and he received a call from Xie Lang not long after he was busy.

Xie Lang had already returned from City K. The police station made a record that nothing happened to him. Huang Bin was sent to the doctor in time and was rescued. The assistant was arrested for intentional wounding and will face sentencing.

Xie Lang's phone call was an explanation of the follow-up. After all, this matter has nothing to do with Fu Ming and Lin Chuan. Fu Ming listened and didn't care much: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Lin Chuan opened Weibo, and as expected, this matter became a hot search.

At the same time, he himself was also on the hot search. After all, he is now very popular, and many people will pay attention to any disturbance. Moreover, he was present at the time and was photographed by many reporters. The person who caught the assailant rushed out beside him. The bodyguard, and an insider revealed that Huang Bin had a bad attitude towards Lin Chuan during the recording of the show. As a result, many people on the Internet praised him for his tolerance and generosity.

Lin Chuan looked through it carefully again. There was no news about Fu Ming. He was so excited yesterday that he didn't know how to restrain himself. According to normal logic, scandals are necessary, but the Internet is clean, and there is no sign of scandals. He was suppressed by Fu Ming's PR team immediately.

He stared at the screen of the mobile phone in a daze, unable to say what he was feeling for a moment, he seemed to be relieved, and there seemed to be a space somewhere, he turned his head to look at Fu Ming who was buried in his work, thinking of his illness, the strange feeling in his heart dissipated again up.

Before going to bed at night, Lin Chuan took advantage of Fu Ming's time to take a shower, sneaked into the study room and opened the drawer.

There was no medicine in the drawer, Lin Chuan frowned and looked through it, unwilling to give up, he searched all over the desk, inside and out, but still couldn't find it.

He straightened up, looked around in a daze, his gaze fell on the bookcase against the wall, and opened the bookcase again. The bookcase was neatly lined with books, as if he could hide a medicine bottle. Lin Chuan knew that Fu Ming was taking a bath Soon, feeling a little anxious, he speeded up and scanned the rows, and finally his eyes fell on the row of file boxes.

It's okay to hide something in a file box, he hurried over, pulled out a file box and opened it, his eyes froze.

Lin Chuan: "???"

what happened?Why is there my name?Why are there all the test papers I have done before?

Lin Chuan was stunned, and hurriedly opened other file boxes, flipping through them in a hurry. There were test papers, practice questions, tutorial books... there were everything in them!Even answer sheets?And the little raccoon cards he collected as a kid?And his primary school graduation photo?One inch two inch ID photo?And his previous classmate records when he graduated?And the engraved with his name is likely to be the ruler he used before?And...the red scarf?Is it the red scarf he used?

What the hell?Why does Fu Ming's family have these things? ? ?

Lin Chuan looked at the file box in front of him that had been messed up by himself, with a dull face. After a long time, a seemingly absurd but very reasonable guess slowly surfaced in his mind.

Fu Ming came out of the shower, walked to the door of the study, and saw him squatting in front of the bookcase with his head in his arms, a mess at his feet.

Fu Ming: "..."

Lin Chuan was so focused in a daze that he didn't even notice his footsteps.

Fu Ming had no choice but to say: "...Xiao Chuan."

"Ah!" Lin Chuan cried out in fright and jumped up, turning his head to look at Fu Ming in a daze.

Fu Ming's expression was indescribable: "You..."

"Ah!" Lin Chuan yelled again, his face flushed, and he rushed towards him quickly.

He subconsciously stretched out his hands to pick it up.

Lin Chuan bent down, slipped under his diaphragm, ran into the bedroom "dongdongdong", and closed the door with a "bang".

The author has something to say: Fu Ming: Hug.

Chuan'er: Rogue!

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