You are the little milk bag in the world

The first time Tang Shiqian met Fu Yi was in the coffee shop downstairs of the TV station.

At that time, Fu Yi was only in her senior year, and she was just a rookie who had just come to practice.

He noticed Fu Yi for two reasons.

The first reason is very superficial, simply because Fu Yi is good-looking and has good clothes.

She wears black long sleeves inside a big white T, overalls and sneakers, and her long bangs are pulled back together with her hair and tied into a neat braid at the back of her head.

Sunny and youthful.

To describe it in trendy words, this is a little wolf dog.

The second reason is intuitive.

Because Fu Yi was being harassed by his wretched leader at the time, he became angry from embarrassment, and poured a glass of water with ice cubes on top of the other party's head.

This commotion caused quite a commotion in the coffee shop, and he was also one of the onlookers.

After all, it has been many years since I have seen such an overreaching, stupid and lonely courage.

Of course, this solitary courage was not enough to make him forget Party A who was waiting for him to discuss cooperation in the box upstairs.

For this youthful and frivolous feeling that most people have had, letting him stay for a few minutes is already the limit.

The second time I saw Fu Yi was when he walked into the bathroom after negotiating the contract.

Back and forth, but half an hour.

After all, a leader is a leader, and it is impossible for Fu Yi not to suffer.

The hair was still stained with coffee stains, the braids that were originally arrogant had been removed for the convenience of cleaning, the bangs were wet and put down, seeing him enter the door, Fu Yi subconsciously and embarrassedly glanced at him through the mirror.

With just one glance, his soul was taken away.

I have never seen such a small thing with two faces.

The young man who was neat and capable just a second ago, who couldn't bear the slightest loss, could roll up his sleeves to fight with others in a minute, has changed his hairstyle, and his eyes are so soft and cute.

Obviously he was so wronged that he cried secretly, the corners of his eyes were still red, Fu Yi didn't know him at all, after sniffing, he looked away and continued to clean the coffee stains on his hair.

He also couldn't tell what he was thinking at that moment, as if his head had been hit by something, he walked over to help him clean his hair.

Even more mysteriously, while he was wiping his hair with a paper towel, he cut to the chase and said, "Do you want to follow me?"

The question was abrupt, but it was not impulsive.

Because he has an almost certain intuition.

Fu Yi must also be gay.

He still can't forget Fu Yi's shocked, madman-like eyes at that time, innocent, shocked, cute and alluring.

Then, he nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Well, thinking about it now, I still feel crazy. One dares to ask, and the other dares to answer.

Later, he also asked Fu Yi, why he rejected the leader, but agreed to him so hastily.

But Fu Yi smiled giggly, threw him on the sofa, and poked his chin in his heart.

"How can a liar wear a tailored suit, so handsome that pikapika shines?"

Fu Yi is always like this, one word can tease him so much that he can't stand it anymore.

"Shiqian~"

A soft call came from the bedroom, Tang Shiqian hurriedly responded, turned around and walked back to the room.

Fu Yi with half-open sleepy eyes was sitting on the bed, her hair was messed up like a chicken coop, when she saw him coming in, she almost closed her eyes, and slowly stretched out her arms to him.

"I can't sleep well, I need a hug."

Tang Shiqian was helpless, he raised his hand and pulled off his nightgown with a chuckle, hurried over and hugged him tightly, and they went back to the bed together.

Seeing Fu Yi's peaceful sleeping face, with long eyelashes that couldn't cover the bruises under his eyes, Tang Shiqian sighed, and became more and more puzzled in his heart, who didn't have eyes? Someone wronged his little milk bag?