The Marriage and Love Daily of the Movie King and Me【Entertainment】

It may be because I didn't expect the past to be brought up again, this night I heard the sound and I was doomed to sleepless, lying on the bedside to toss and turn, somehow I pulled out some shadows from the depths of my memory.

At that time, most of the classmates in his high school were either rich or expensive. They either looked down on domestic universities and felt that national universities could not meet the high-level needs. They took the IELTS test to study abroad, or they first studied in top domestic universities. , In fact, he entered the family business as an intern as soon as he graduated from high school, laying the foundation for the smooth inheritance of the family business in the future.

Wen Yisheng stood out among them. He had no huge financial support behind him, and his family had no property to inherit. From the time he was admitted to graduation, he got the admission letter of University A ahead of time through self-enrollment.

On the eve of graduation, at the stage of preparing for the selection of outstanding graduates, the perennial No. 2 in the same grade—that is, the outstanding young master of the Nie family who was widely rumored in the school, he confessed his love to Wen Yisheng.

This was indeed a sensation at the time.After all, no matter how gentle and polite Wen Yisheng is, and how excellent he is, in the eyes of the young masters, elders and young ladies, he is just a talented student with poor family background.

But Nie Chen is different from him. Behind him is the entire Nie Group, as well as the well-known Nie Family.

From anyone's point of view, the confession picture on the eve of graduation was a hilarious and interesting one, and it was just a joke by the young master of the Nie family.Regardless of what other people think, Wen Yisheng really didn't take the confession seriously, he just sent a good person card and didn't think about anything else.

However, just a few days after that, the Nie family found the school and thoroughly mocked him in the principal's office, scolding him all the way from "a poor student who tried to deceive the rich" to "not keeping his duty." "Ducks who seduced unknown teenagers", used all the ugly words, Wen Yisheng discovered for the first time that, in addition to the various "national curses", this kind of "standard and common curses" were also heart-piercing.

However, he didn't do anything, and didn't answer a word with his neck stuck, even if the headmaster asked him in every possible way, he didn't speak.

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but he didn't know what to say.Because from the suspicious and distressed eyes of the principal, he knew that no matter what he said, it was useless.

What happened later...

Later, he was like falling into hell, and once he fell, there was no possibility of turning over.

Wen Yisheng pressed his drowsy head, smiled self-deprecatingly, got up and put on his coat, and planned to go downstairs to make some milk for drinking.

Unexpectedly, the light in the kitchen was still on, and two cups of milk were warming in the small stove.

Wen Yisheng felt a little drowsy all of a sudden: "???"

"Can't sleep?" Fu Chi came out from behind him, apparently went to the storage compartment, with a box of new knives in his hand, "I happened to warm up two cups of milk, one is for you, it will come in handy gone."

Although he knew that Fu Chi had been irregular in his work and rest due to his work, he often didn't have enough sleep time, and occasionally had such a "spirit in the middle of the night", but Wen Yisheng was still very frightened by him, and he didn't slow down for a while, staring at that The two glasses filled with white liquid were in a daze, and they always looked familiar...

"Do you want to add sugar? You should like something sweet," Fu Chi held a small silver spoon, added half a teaspoon of sugar to his cup, then handed it over and instructed, "Drink it while it's hot, and be obedient." Go to bed."

Wen Yisheng thought to himself, how do you know that I like to add half a teaspoon of sugar... Wen Yan nodded, thanked him softly, then took a serious sip.

Very good.After taking a bite, the whole body warmed up, the hands and feet were soft, and the drowsiness seemed to be hooked out.

"The craftsmanship is not bad, isn't it?" Fu Chi chuckled, took his cup and added three spoonfuls of sugar, stirred it evenly and took a sip, "It's a pity that you sleep very well, otherwise you would have taken it by mouth."

Wen Yisheng's eyes fell on the glass in Fu Chi's hand, and he didn't notice the "white beard" growing around his lips.

very familiar...

Wen Yisheng finally remembered that almost every morning when Fu Chi was at home, there was always such a glass of cold milk in the insulated stove on the dining table. At first he thought it was Liu Ma who cooked it for Fu Chi, but Fu Chi didn't drink it until he kept it. Down, it turns out...

The glass of milk is reserved for him.

Every late night, maybe Fu Chi would be like this, heating up two cups of milk, drinking one cup for himself, and leaving the other cup for him. It's impossible to keep it in the heat preservation stove for too long, let alone in such cold weather, It was still cold the next morning.

Thinking about it this way, Wen Yisheng felt that the milk cup in his hand was getting hotter, and even looking at Fu Chi was unnatural.

"Why don't you drink it? It's too sweet?" Fu Chi quickly drank the whole cup, put the cup into the sink, turned around and saw him staring at him blankly, couldn't help laughing, "It's already two o'clock in the morning ...Even if you don't have to go to class tomorrow, you can't be like this, just go to bed after drinking, don't get used to it like me."

Only then did Wen Yisheng realize that he had been staring at Fu Chi for quite a while, although the latter didn't mind at all and even expressed a strong welcome, but he was extremely thin-skinned: "No, this sweetness is just right... very delicious. It's just that your sleep quality is not good? Are you still not sleeping so late?"

There were only him and Fu Chi here, and no one else, so he spoke much more fluently.

"Well, today is quite special, I can't sleep a little bit, and I don't sleep much during filming. It's hard to change my work and rest after a long time. Even if I want to sleep at this point, I can't sleep at this point," Fu Chi wrote lightly, "What about you? ? Run out in the middle of the night without sleeping, are you afraid that I will press you...as a thief on the wall?"

Going around and going around, "Press you against the wall and kiss you all over", "Press you on the bed and eat enough", such unhuman words... in the end, I still didn't say it.

Hearing the sound, he was eager to try it out, and the emotions he couldn't hide seemed to burst out of his heart: "I'm not afraid." He licked his lips, "Thinking of some past events, I suddenly couldn't fall asleep..."

His voice was soft and soft, with a slight rise in the end. It sounded like he was acting like a baby, which made Fu Chi's heart itch.

The "mustache" who looked at Wen Yisheng couldn't help but take on something else, Fu Chi clicked his tongue secretly, but it's a pity that it's not the time, otherwise he will let someone know the end of his flirting tonight...

Fu Chi barely suppressed the dark fire in his eyes, raised his hand and gently wiped his milk "beard", "Well, the milk is finished, go back to bed and sleep."

The words were a bit perfunctory, as if coaxing a furry child, Wen Yisheng thought he was tired, and went back to the room without staying long.

The temperature of the milk was just right, warming him so much that his whole body was uncomfortable, but when he thought of the way Fu Chi looked at him... there seemed to be something in it that he had always yearned for.But he wasn't sure, had he made a mistake, or had he imagined it himself?

——So I couldn't fall asleep even more, and the drowsiness caused by the warmth of the whole body disappeared even more. Hearing the sound, he simply closed his eyes, his lips moved, and silently counted sheep to urge himself to fall asleep.

Counting the sheep came to 81 sheep, Wen Yisheng didn't wait for drowsiness to come, but waited until the very light footsteps came from the corridor, the sound was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped at the door.

With a low "squeak", the door opened from the outside, and Fu Chi approached the bed step by step, but the warm yellow light from the corridor did not come in together.

Fu Chi's heart warmed when he heard the sound, and he deliberately turned off the light in the corridor, fearing that it would be too bright when he came in and wake him up...

This person, not only treats himself extremely well in front of others, but also cares so much about these invisible places?

Wen Yisheng relaxed his breathing on purpose, and adjusted himself to look more like he was asleep. In fact, only he knew that the pounding heart that was beating because of Fu Chi's approach was out of control at this moment. up.

He came in at midnight... to see if he was sleeping well?Or do something... something else?

Wen Yisheng even made up his mind about Fu Chi's actions like tucking himself in the quilt, secretly excited, and inexplicably began to have expectations.

However, Fu Chi didn't really get close in the end, and he didn't know what he was doing not far away, but Wen Yisheng clearly noticed that Fu Chi was looking at him.

His scorching gaze fell on every part of his body, as if being touched by Fu Chi's hand, his whole body felt a little hot.

Wen Yisheng resisted the burning discomfort, pretended to be sleepy and turned over. Fu Chi seemed to be afraid of waking him up, and after turning up the room temperature a little, he left quietly.

Wen Yisheng was full of anticipation at the beginning, he came in, but he went out without doing anything... He looked at the heater set to 27 degrees, and silently glanced at the remote control on the table, feeling inexplicably depressed .

I don't know if the real name system can envy the remote control... He also wants to be touched by Fu Chi, even if it's just for a moment.

"Fu Chi," Wen Yisheng plucked up the courage to read his name again, "Fu... Chi." It was like memorizing those cumbersome knowledge points before taking the final exam, so that he could remember them in his heart and never forget them. I often read it several times.

But he understood that once the name was uttered, the surging love in his chest could no longer be restrained, and the love for this person overflowed his heart uncontrollably.

Fu Chi, who returned to the room, was shocked by his own self-control, and thought deeply about Wen Yisheng's reaction for a while, no matter how he thought about it, he felt...he had a good impression of him.

His train of thought was quickly interrupted by Cindy's phone call: "Leon, Yisheng's cell phone has been repaired...but some of his memory files are missing. I asked someone to analyze and restore them, and it may take a day or two to get them back. The things you asked me to check... are really strange. It stands to reason that the high school that Wen Yisheng attended is famous far and wide, and he should be able to know everything when he inquires about it. However, the things related to his third year of high school are like a special confession. Same thing, everyone mentioned the same things over and over - excellent grades, poor family conditions, friendly people, and at the same time, each of them insisted on talking to the chairman of the student union, Nie Chen, the eldest son of Nie, cough cough cough... ...together."

Fu Chi turned on the hands-free, threw the phone on the sofa, but walked to the desk and opened the drawer, looked down at the box of limited edition Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes that hadn't been touched since Wen Yisheng moved in, and sighed. Voice: "And then? Did you find anything else?"

"The things you want to check are too general, and there are too many things related to him. Tell me something specific, for example, you want to check his—" Cindy heard his sudden mood swings, and asked cautiously, Fu Chi took a deep breath and interrupted: "Check what he did in his third year of high school, who he met, what happened to Nie Chen... It's almost the same, I want to find out if he was really with Nie Chen at that time Together."

Cindy understood that she was leaving the job of the paparazzi to her. Although it is understandable for her to worry about the emotional life of her artists, it is just: "You can't ask him yourself? A big living person is on the table. In front of you, you can't condescend to ask a question, insisting on such a roundabout way to prove it, isn't it just looking for something to do in a panic?"

Fu Chi pushed the drawer back to its original position, lay back, and found a comfortable position on the soft big bed: "If I can ask directly, do I still need you to check for me? If it's not him, I can talk to someone Worrying like a coward and frightening him by rushing in and out of the way, and enduring like a fool every day? Since I said I want to chase him, I won't let him go easily, don't you understand? "

Cindy really didn't understand, according to Fu Chi's rare old hooligan character, it's not difficult to eat a Wen Yisheng who has no family background and no capital to death, why do you have to go to great lengths to make Wen Yisheng nod willingly?Even if he teases him to the end with a little hooliganism, a young man like Wen Yisheng can't stand the temptation. By then, he can do whatever he wants?However, what surprised her the most was that instead of doing this, Fu Chi "boiled frogs in warm water" and slowly cultivated a relationship with Wen Yisheng, which was completely contrary to his usual straightforward and lazy style.

To be precise, Wen Yisheng is a variable, a variable that overturns all Cindy's understanding of Fu Chi, and she doesn't know at the moment whether this variable is good or bad for Fu Chi.

"Okay, I'll help you continue to check, but I have to give me some time, I'm tired enough to wipe the ass/ass of the public opinion you created, and I have to be ordered by you to check my own children, so f*cking bad" Heart, I’m not afraid that I won’t be able to fall asleep with a disturbed conscience!” Cindy complained, and she simply let go of this matter, and she can’t change Fu Chi’s mind, so she might as well do her job with peace of mind. Centennial celebration, right? Even if there is a publicity mission, don’t waste too much time, restrain yourself, don’t make troubles all day long, and talk about a bunch of nonsense wherever you go. And..."

Cindy's voice returned to seriousness: "The matter of Yisheng... is far more complicated than you and I thought. The students who were at the same level as him I found in private had weird expressions when asked about Yisheng. There must be something hidden behind it. If they don’t tell you, I’ll check it out, you… just take it easy and flirt with him more! Talk to him and make appointments or something! Alas, you can’t use the trick of flirting with fans? Keep him safe If you can't stand it, immediately..."

Fu Chi glanced slightly at the corner of his lips: "If I'm willing...he will only be in my room now, and I don't have time to call you here."

Cindy was speechless, and couldn't think of any better adjectives besides "old rascal", "shameless", and "brazen".

"...Come on, you've been busy until now because of that stupid host's mess, right?" Fu Chi thought a little, "I'm fine with this trivial matter, you can concentrate on investigating, and I'll take care of the rest. It's late, go to bed early."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Chi stroked his swollen head, lifted the quilt and lay down, thinking about the sleeping face of that man, the corners of his lips curved silently.

Good night, my voice.

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It's the feeling I want.

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