When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

The two snorted and took a mouthful of red oil.

"You took him to eat again!"

After eating, don't you want to replace him with another body.

The little paper man was very embarrassed, the fork hung in the air for a while, and then silently put it back into the cup.

A small face was a little blushing.

Xu Yueniang is thick-skinned, and a few words won't hurt her anyway: "I'm having sex here, and he's staring at me eagerly. I can't let him just smell it, can I?"

He took another breath as he spoke.

Fu Yu sat down and smelled the fragrance when he came home in the middle of the night, and wanted to fill his stomach with something, otherwise he would not be able to sleep.

Turn on the phone and want to order a takeaway, but at this point, there are not many open stores.

Throwing the phone aside, listening to Xu Yueniang's unlady-sucking voice, her temper immediately flared up.

"It's great for you to eat and drink for free? You don't earn money to eat every day, and your life is quite comfortable."

Xu Yueniang had already figured out his quick temper.

The fork in his hand stirred twice in the bucket of noodles: "It's not your money to spend on food and drink. What's the difference between you and me? You just want to take advantage of other big stars if you have nothing to do."

This Fu Yu was determined not to admit it, and his voice was sonorous and forceful: "Nonsense! I didn't take advantage of him! I gave him an assistant for free, free of charge, no money, shouldn't he have food and shelter! Don't you think so?"

The last sentence was asked to Ji Chen.

"Chi—" Xu Yueniang made a single sound without saying anything to refute.

There is naked ridicule in it, obviously scoffing at his rhetoric.

Thinking carefully over the past few months when his Ji Chen was an assistant, Fu Yu touched his nose, as if he had never been competent.

Unfortunately, he didn't want to talk, and he didn't even want to hear Ji Chen's answer, so he could only sneak into the kitchen and order noodles by himself.

Ji Chen pinched the bridge of his nose, looking tired: "Don't bully him."

"Bully who?"

Xu Yueniang said that she didn't understand this sentence.

He stopped eating the noodles, threw the fork away, and floated in front of Ji Chen with an expression of disbelief.

"Say it again, who bullied whom?"

She didn't understand, it's okay to have a beauty in the eye of the beholder, but we don't want to have a little white flower.

Where is Fu Yu's most powerful aura of my day-to-day father? It's fine if he doesn't bully others. Who else dares to bully him?

I just told the truth, and the shame is all self-conscious, so how could it be bullying him?

There was the sound of machines running in the kitchen, and Fu Yu had already fired.

In a few seconds, a head poked out from the kitchen door.

"Big star, do you eat it? With eggs."

Ji Chen waved his hand at Xu Yueniang to drive her away, "I won't eat, just warm a cup of milk when I sleep."

"Oh."

The man responded and retracted his head again.

Xu Yueniang saw that the two of them talked smoothly back and forth, and really wanted to snort coldly and scold him as a bitch.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was not on him, the little paper man picked up the fork again, silently sipped the noodles, with a satisfied expression on his face.

……

Fu Yu came out of the bathroom, Ji Chen was leaning on the doll he just got today and looking at his phone.

Compared with the huge pink fox, the few dolls piled up next to the bed are almost a head shorter than the naked eye.

Even after the order has been adjusted.

The pink fox single-handedly squeezed many concubines out of positions that are easy to be favored, and monopolized the favor.

He rubbed his hair: "I thought those dolls of yours were given by the sponsors. I'm sorry not to. I didn't expect you to really like them."

Ji Chen looked away from the phone and looked at him strangely: "When did I say I like it? Aren't these what you want?"

Fu Yu paused, feeling that he must have misheard: "Say it again? Who likes it?"

"You." Ji Chen looked calm, "If you don't believe me, you can watch the show when it airs. I called you because you wanted me to."

This is very natural, well-founded, with a rather innocent expression, and a look of "what can I do with you, you little unlucky bastard, I think you can carry this blame."

That posture is to kill him without admitting that he likes plush toys.

Fu Yu pressed the tip of his tongue against the palate, and then grinded it around his teeth twice. Looking at his appearance, his fist was a little hard.

"I said, big star, let's all go home, it's just the two of us, can you let go of your idol burden at this time?"

Ji Chen intentionally teased him, lowered his head and continued to look at his phone, his tone unchanged: "I don't understand."

Gazing at him fiercely, Fu Yu really wanted to take a look at Ji Chen's mind, and see how much he had added to his acting skills.

Is it because he didn't know too much before, or this person has been able to pretend since he was a child.

Where did the big star with red ears sitting on the ponytail go? !

...

Once a person is decadent, time flies quickly, and within a few days, it is October [-] of the lunar calendar.

Fu Yu said hello and went out.

First, I went to Gu Ming Street to find Uncle San to buy some paper money for incense sticks, and then went to Huang Li's shop.

Unfortunately this time, Huang Li had already left the house.

It suddenly occurred to him that some time ago he told himself that he was going out for a trip, but he forgot and didn't even ask how it was going.

But he didn't come here this time to find Huang Li, so he didn't care too much.

Picking and picking among all the things, none of them caught the eye.

In the end, I could only settle for the next best thing and spent 2000 yuan to buy a piece of small-leaf rosewood.

Today is the Cold Clothes Festival, which is called Ghost Festival among the people.

It is the day when people worship their ancestors and give them cold clothes.

In some rural areas, people choose to burn paper and burn incense. Although open flames have been banned now, some people still worship secretly.

In fact, how many people can really believe that the items burned will be received by the dead relatives?

Very few.

But in the already unsatisfactory life, there is always some time to think about the dead.

Those who pay them to do this line of work are no exceptions, and even more serious than others.

There is no perfunctory today.

After leaving Guming Street, Fu Yu bought a bouquet of flowers from a flower shop by the roadside, and first put incense candles and the like in his home.

I took a taxi back to the county and walked to the cemetery.

A few lines of words were engraved on the dusty tombstone, and the photo hung on it was the same as the one Fu Yu placed at home.

At this time, there was already a bouquet of flowers in front of the monument.

Fu Yu knew who sent it. When the old man was alive, he had no relatives. When he died, the only ones who missed him were him and his senior brother.

It may be that he feels that his existence has been exposed, so this time he is unscrupulous, and he shows the traces that he is still alive in front of him.

Use a wet towel to carefully wipe off a little dust contaminated around the tombstone.

Fu Yu put the flowers on the other side and found a seat to sit down.

"Old man, I'm here to see you again."

After finishing the familiar opening remarks, Fu Yu couldn't help laughing.

He himself couldn't remember how many times it was.

"Let me tell you, I'm doing well now. I'm going to be able to appear on TV next year, and maybe I can gather a group of fans. When I go out, many girls chase me for autographs."

"Not to mention anything else, at least it's a little bit better than the bullshit you were bragging about back then."

"Ugh."

"But you probably won't see it. I have never burned a TV for you. You also know my house. The TV is too big and it is not easy to burn it in the house."

"Perhaps if my senior brother has the heart, you can now live in the small villa. I think he is quite rich, so he shouldn't be as stingy as me."

"But I don't know if he has a wife. If he has a wife, I can't tell. Who knows if his wife is picky or not."

"You mean me?"

"Who knows? Let's just do it for now. Maternal solo can't control this aspect, maybe one day he will sell himself when his head gets hot."

The topic became more and more crooked, and after the last sentence, he himself felt it was funny, so he burst out laughing.