Bamboo shoots married into a rich family[Entertainment]

"Did you obediently eat breakfast when I was not at home?" Feng Jingbo asked.

Xiaozhu didn't have the habit of eating morning and evening before, and it was only after she got married that he stared at him, and Xiaozhu slowly corrected it.I just hope... Xiaozhu doesn't revert to his old ways.

"Well, I have to eat." Lin Xiaozhu smacked his lips, "I'm only 1.7 meters tall now, and I want to grow to 1.8 meters long like Lao Gong."

"Then work hard." Feng Jingbo smiled sullenly, "It's getting late, you should go to bed earlier."

"Well, good night, old Gong~"

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jingbo adjusted the phone settings, listened to Lin Xiaozhu's singing, and began to sleep and rest.

It was getting late, and everything around the bamboo forest was quiet.

Lin Xiaozhu walked to the outskirts of the bamboo forest, because the bamboos in the outskirts were sparsely distributed, and large expanses of moonlight fell from the sky.

Lin Xiaozhu bathed in the silvery moonlight, sat down to meditate, closed his eyes, and devoted himself to cultivation.

As time passed, the darkness of the sky gradually faded, and there was a glimmer of light in the sky.

In summer, it dawns early, but there are still a few hours before the construction team goes to work. After all, the law restricts the construction time period to prevent construction noise from disturbing the residents.

Lin Xiaozhu opened his eyes and stood up.The training is over, and Lao Gong hasn't come yet... Just do something else.

Roots protruded from the soles of his feet and dug into the soil.

Lin Xiaozhu smacked his lips: "The taste of this soil is really as good as ever, the taste of home..."

Just as he was feeling emotional, his face suddenly changed, and he tilted his head and fell to the ground.The roots immediately retracted into the body, he hugged his throbbing stomach, his lips were blue and purple: "The soil, the soil is poisonous!"

Lin Xiaozhu scanned the grass, and found that among the fallen leaves nearby, he found a tattered waste battery with a small half of its head exposed.

Someone must have dropped flashlight batteries everywhere!

Lin Xiaozhu felt dizzy and his stomach was throbbing... He held on, took out his cell phone, and called Feng Jingbo.

"Old, old Gong..."

Lin Xiaozhu was too painful to speak.

"Xiaozhu?" Feng Jingbo originally thought that Xiaojiao's wife was missing him, but when he found that the other party hadn't answered, he panicked, "Xiaozhu, what's wrong with you? Xiaozhu!"

Feng Jingbo frowned, feeling restless in his heart: "Driver, drive as fast as possible!"

"Yes." The driver stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.

Feng Jingbo thought for a while, and dialed the assistant's mobile phone: "Get me a doctor...call the master of the old man!"

"Okay." The assistant was confused.

Didn't Mr. Feng always look down on these feudal superstition sticks?

In the car, Feng Jingbo was always restless.

What happened to Xiaozhu?Did he meet a bad guy, or a Taoist priest who catches demons?Was he injured, was it serious?

Ren Feng Jingbo wanted to break his head, but he would not have guessed that Lin Xiaozhu was brought down by a waste battery.

The car galloped on the road and finally arrived at the bamboo forest after more than half an hour.Because it was not time to go to work, the construction site was still silent.

Feng Jingbo walked through the wall familiarly and came to the bamboo forest.Lin Xiaozhu was lying on the fallen leaves, her lips were purple, her eyes were closed, and she had lost consciousness.

Feng Jingbo was stunned for two seconds, his mind went blank.

It was as if a large piece of my heart had been dug out by someone, it was empty, and the pain was unbearable...

Feng Jingbo ran over in a hurry, his footsteps were a little unsteady, he stepped on a small pit, and almost fell.

As soon as he came to Lin Xiaozhu's side, Feng Jingbo immediately picked him up and stuffed him into the car.

During the turbulence, Lin Xiaozhu was woken up.He struggled to open a thin slit, and his voice was so soft that he could hardly catch it: "Old, Lao Gong, I'm in so much pain."

"Hey, I'll be fine soon, don't be afraid." Feng Jingbo pulled him into his arms, tightly wrapping his arms around his waist, for fear that he would be gone if he let go.

Lin Xiaozhu was in so much pain that she lay limply on Feng Jingbo's body, as if she had no bones.

There is a hospital nearby, and Feng Jingbo sent Lin Xiaozhu to the hospital before the person he was looking for arrived so soon.As soon as the doctor asked, he knew it was food poisoning, so he immediately arranged gastric lavage.

After tossing for a long time, Lin Xiaozhu finally turned the corner.

This is an ordinary hospital, and there is no advanced ward.The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with other smells, which is suffocating.

Lin Xiaozhu frowned: "Old Gong, the smell here is so bad, I don't want to stay here anymore."

As soon as Feng Jingbo dismissed the doctor and master, he immediately returned to the hospital bed.Seeing Lin Xiaozhu's pale expression, he naturally let him do everything.

"Okay, let's go home."

Feng Jingbo took off his coat and put it on for Lin Xiaozhu.Then, he hugged Lin Xiaozhu horizontally and walked directly to the elevator.

The car drove out of the hospital slowly. Because it was a high-end car and the driver deliberately set the speed at full speed, the people in the car could barely feel the bumps.

On the back seat, Lin Xiaozhu was still leaning softly on Feng Jingbo's body.Feng Jingbo took out the blanket from his bag, shook it, and covered Lin Xiaozhu's body.

Lin Xiaozhu rested with his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, adding a bit of vulnerability.

Feng Jingbo felt distressed, and hugged him tightly: "Xiaozhu, I'll ask someone to ask for leave for you. Don't go to the training class tomorrow."

"Yeah." Lin Xiaozhu snorted softly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito moaning, and she had no strength.

Feng Jingbo was very distressed, and after bringing him home, he didn't ask the servants to help, but took care of him himself.

It wasn't until Lin Xiaozhu fell into a deep sleep that he took off his shoes and socks, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay down beside Lin Xiaozhu.

From morning to now, he hugged Lin Xiaozhu to seek medical treatment everywhere, guarding her all the time, already physically and mentally exhausted.

Feng Jingbo's hand groped under the quilt twice, and soon found Lin Xiaozhu's hand.

He gently separated Lin Xiaozhu's five fingers and held his ten fingers together, just like what he did in the mall.

However, it was different from that time.

This time, he clenched it tightly, and he didn't intend to let go in his life.

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In a blink of an eye, it was Tuesday.

Hu Fuguang couldn't help being worried because he didn't see his familiar friends for a long time.

It's too late to ask for sick leave.

The cell phone rang in the bedroom, whispering incessantly.Lin Xiaozhu slowly opened his eyes, his pupils collapsed and out of focus.

After a few seconds of delay, Lin Xiaozhu slowly woke up, and he connected the phone.

"Xiaozhu, how are you? Are you okay?" Hu Fuguang asked.

Lin Xiaozhu raised his head and rubbed his eyes: "Well, I'm fine. I've eaten up my stomach before. After another day or two, it's almost over."

Hu Fuguang heard the sound and couldn't help sighing: "The training class has come to an end, and tomorrow is the last week. Monday to Wednesday is the last training time. Thursday and Friday will be evaluated directly, and the last 12 people will be selected."

"Xiaozhu, everyone has been practicing desperately recently, will you be able to catch up with the progress?"

Lin Xiaozhu was silent for a while, and said slowly: "I will try my best. No matter what the final result is, I will admit it."

Hu Fuguang sighed and didn't say anything more.

In fact, my good friend is not in good health now, so he shouldn't mention these things.But for newcomers with no background like them, it is almost impossible to get such a good opportunity in the future.

It's a pity that Xiaozhu could fight for it, but missed it due to physical reasons.It's harder for a singer to get ahead than an actor, and Xiaozhu's future path...is hanging in the balance.

"Xiaozhu, you have a good rest, I won't bother you anymore." Hu Fuguang felt sorry for his friend and felt depressed.

"Hmm." Lin Xiaozhu said without any disappointment in his voice, "Don't worry too much. The smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys. As long as I continue to write songs, even if I don't become popular, I won't be reduced to drinking the northwest wind. You have heard of me To write a song, you have to have faith in me~"

"Okay." Hu Fuguang laughed.

Xiaozhu was the one who needed comfort, and he was comforted by Xiaozhu in turn.

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Tuesday noon, the sun is high.

Lin Xiaozhu, who had recovered a lot, still didn't get up, he slumped on the bed lazily, enjoying the peace and comfort at this moment.

It is really too difficult to mix in the human world. He has to deal with music every day, either in training classes or in cram schools.

As a bamboo shoot that stood still and practiced every day, Lin Xiaozhu felt miserable.

The door was knocked suddenly, Feng Jingbo walked in wearing slippers.

"Xiaozhu, are you feeling better? I made porridge at home, how about I bring it to you?" Feng Jingbo went straight to the bed, bent down, raised his hand to lift the bangs on Lin Xiaozhu's forehead, and observed carefully His face.

That bloodless face before really frightened Feng Jingbo. If it wasn't for the company's many affairs, he probably would have wanted to stay at home and guard Lin Xiaozhu 24 hours a day.

"Old Gong, I'm getting better already, and I'll be fine if I take care of it."

Lin Xiaozhu pouted and raised her head pitifully, "The next meal, let's stop drinking porridge, okay?"

Because of food poisoning, Feng Jingbo was afraid that Lin Xiaozhu's stomach would be irritated again, so he asked the kitchen to cook light meals for three meals a day.

Lin Xiaozhu's mouth was about to fade out like a bird!

Feng Jingbo pursed his thin lips tightly, his eyes flashed: "I'll go to the kitchen and bring you your lunch."

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Lin Xiaozhu was so wronged that he was about to ball into a ball. He was so annoyed that the bamboo leaves on his head were about to fall off.

Not long after, Feng Jingbo came back with steaming hot porridge.

Egg porridge, salted bone porridge, fish porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, number one scholar and first porridge... Even if every porridge is different, it can't change the tragic fact that he eats porridge every time!

Feng Jingbo pulled a chair and sat beside the bed.

He was very patient, dug a spoonful with a spoon, and blew.

The curtains of the room were open, and the sunlight poured into the room through the window, Feng Jingbo's side face seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, making him even more handsome and majestic.

If it were someone else, their eyes would look straight.Let alone opening his mouth to drink porridge, even if he asked himself to eat with a bowl, the patient would not refuse.

But... a certain bamboo shoot was not tempted by a man at all.He squinted his mouth, pulled up the quilt, covered his head and covered his face.

A muffled sound came through the thin air conditioner, and the bamboo shoot inside was extremely wronged.

"I won't drink it. Unless you promise me, Lao Gong, you won't drink porridge for the next meal."

Feng Jingbo couldn't help laughing.His voice was deep and magnetic, and his laughter was extraordinarily sexy, making people's eardrums itch.

Lin Xiaozhu didn't understand what it was like, she just thought the voice was nice.He is a bamboo shoot with integrity, and he will not compromise just because someone has a good voice.

Seeing that Lin Xiaozhu hadn't moved, Feng Jingbo pondered for a while and put the bowl on the bedside table.He stretched out his hand to lift Lin Xiaozhu's quilt.

"Be good. When you are ready, I will ask the kitchen to cook delicious food for you."

"No!"

Lin Xiaozhu grabbed the quilt tightly, and even moved his body, pressing the quilt under him, wishing to wrap himself up like a silkworm baby.

A certain patient was limp before, even the road was carried by Feng Jingbo.Now recovering from a serious illness, Feng Jingbo didn't dare to use force at all, he could only watch someone "bound himself in a cocoon".

Soon, a little mummy took shape.

There was a dark light in Feng Jingbo's eyes.

It seems that I can't take Xiaozhu to drink porridge in the future, not even a famous restaurant.Otherwise, when Xiaozhu thinks of today's scene, he will be a life card in his life.

"Xiaozhu, eat another day tomorrow, and then change to something else, okay?" Feng Jingbo had no choice but to discuss it with Lin Xiaozhu.

Lin Xiaozhu snorted and curled her lips: "I don't want it. I'd rather eat dirt!"

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Feng Jingbo coaxed softly: "Come, let's eat porridge."

Lin Xiaozhu looked disgusted: "Bah! Do you think it's like dirt, and you won't get tired of eating three meals a day?"