"Don't look at your phone, eat the porridge first, it shouldn't be hot now..." Seeing Fu Chi fiddle with the phone for a long time, Wen Yisheng couldn't help reminding in a low voice, "You have eaten to warm your stomach, I'll give it to you." Would you like to take a hot bath?"

Only then did Fu Chi look away from the phone, and he had time to eat the bowl of hot porridge in front of him: "The temperature is really just right." Then he pushed the person who got up back to his seat, "What kind of water do you put in? My wife is not a servant, come, you can try it too."

Fu Chi fed him a spoonful by the way, and took a mouthful of warm, soft and glutinous porridge into his stomach. Hearing the sound, he felt his cheeks warm up: "Well, it's actually quite, quite delicious. ..."

"I didn't say it wasn't delicious. Why are you bragging so carefully? You can be confident, it's really delicious." Fu Chi squinted his eyes and smiled, and wiped out the remaining half bowl of porridge like a storm.

"If you like it, I can study other porridge in the future. If you drink alcohol at night or don't eat after dinner, I will make it for you. Porridge is the most nourishing. My mother taught me to eat porridge since I was a child. I cook porridge..." Mentioning the word mother, Wen Yisheng paused obviously, and his voice gradually faded away. Fu Chi understood the conversation and said, "Where can you drink and eat all day long? It's not that bad." There are so many entertainments at any time, it’s almost the end of the year, and there are more things to deal with to be more busy. After these two months, it will be the new year, and then you will have to rest.”

Fu Chi smiled and continued: "At that time...you don't have to cook for me every day, it would be nice if you could let me taste some sweetness every now and then. How could I be willing to let you cook for me every day?"

Wen Yisheng asked curiously, "During the Chinese New Year...are you going home to eat? Are we going back to my aunt's place to watch the new year?"

"If you want to go back, let's go back. If you think it's good to live a two-person world here, that's fine. I used to spend most of the Chinese New Year filming in other places or on vacation, and I rarely spent it at home... But," Fu Chi glanced at him, and answered quite seriously, "Next year will be different."

Wen Yisheng felt itchy in his heart, and wanted to ask why it was different, but he didn't dare to say it outright, so he could only pretend to be natural and nodded: "Well...then I will follow your arrangement, and I can live anywhere .”

He has worked so hard to express his willingness to actively cooperate, so Fu Chi will naturally not miss the opportunity to tease him: "Well, it makes sense. Is it the so-called 'marry your husband and obey your husband'?"

Wen Yisheng couldn't stand his continuous teasing, coughed twice, pretended that his throat was not feeling well, and cleared his throat again.

Fu Chi was about to say something to comfort him, but the phone started to vibrate desperately, and he silently greeted the caller's genealogy in his heart before picking up——

"Film King Fu, do you always know how to keep a low profile? Do you want to give our public relations and publicity departments a temporary overtime to celebrate the new year? And I didn't tell you not to Will you be contaminated with tobacco, alcohol and spicy food again? Do you still want your fragile stomach?" Naturally, it was Cindy's big reprimand, which Fu Chi had long been used to.

"It's an emergency today, so I can't drink it... It's not too bad this time. I'll feel better after taking the medicine and drinking the porridge. After all, someone will take care of me and I'll get better soon." Blushing on his face, he felt even better, "As for the PR department... You should come forward and deal with it, and you just found a reason to adjust the schedule with the National TV station, and say it's because of your health. Isn't that good?"

"Okay, you've already made arrangements, can I just go by? It's just... don't be reckless next time, you know your own stomach, and if you want to drink again, drink more until your stomach is perforated and you go to the hospital. People are stopping you!" Cindy's anger subsided a little, perhaps because she felt angry with Fu Chi that it would be better to hurry up and deal with things, so she said this angrily and hung up immediately.

Although Fu Chi hadn't turned on the speakerphone, the room was too quiet, and Wen Yisheng wouldn't speak out rashly when he was on the phone, so Cindy's last angry reprimand clearly fell into Wen Yisheng's heart.

... "drink until the stomach perforated and went to the hospital"?It is said that drinking to relieve worries, Fu Chi, who has always been the pride of heaven and admired by all the stars, drinks so much wine?No one should have dared to pour him alcohol even during social gatherings. He knew from the last time Fu Chi got drunk that Fu Chi probably wasn't used to drinking before, so why did he end up in the hospital so badly?

Wen Yisheng thought about it carefully. Fu Chi had a smooth journey in the showbiz. He didn't encounter any major setbacks or setbacks. He survived only a few public opinion turmoil and vicious reports. The strength of the studio team behind him If he is strong, he has never suffered a disadvantage, then...

Why……

"Why are you in a daze, just now... did you hear that?" Fu Chi saw that he was stunned, and rubbed his head with a smile, "It's nothing serious, I just tried it once, I drank too much wine and got drunk. I'm still drinking... I woke up later in the hospital."

Wen Yisheng bit his lip, but still couldn't help asking: "Why did you...drink so much wine?"

Fu Chi was stunned for a moment, then approached him with a smile: "You want to know?"

"...Mmm." Wen Yisheng nodded with a red face, he didn't know whether it was warmed by the porridge or bitten by himself, his lips turned red, "I really want to know."

In fact, as long as it is about you, I want to know.

Fu Chi's eyes swept over him, and then he heard him say calmly: "I liked someone before, and I wanted to confess to him...but he is with someone else."

After Wen Yisheng heard it, his heart skipped a beat, his hands and feet were not his own, it felt... the blood in his whole body froze in an instant, and even his breathing subconsciously relaxed.

The person Fu Chi likes... should be a very good and perfect person, with a good family background, not to mention academic ability.

It's no wonder... Fu Chi used to drink away his sorrows until he went to the hospital because of him, but now because he has been unwilling to accept others, he chooses to sign a marriage contract with himself. It is probably a way to delay the attack. Fu Chi...has been waiting for that person all the time.

Wen Yisheng cheered up and smiled: "Mr. Fu, I... I'll get you some water. If you take a bath after eating, it will be more comfortable. I have class tomorrow, and I have to get up early... just Don't bother you to see me off, you can have a good rest."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yisheng didn't dare to look at Fu Chi, and went upstairs coldly, and soon there was the sound of splashing water.

Is this still...rejected?It seems that he still has to take it slowly, and can't rush forward. He just took a tentative step, and the opponent retreated so hard. I'm afraid Ah Sheng will have to hide from him for a while...

Fu Chi rubbed his tired eyebrows mockingly, and put the last few mouthfuls of porridge into his mouth.

As Fu Chi expected, in the next few days, Wen Yisheng's studies suddenly became "busy". Even Amy, who was in charge of taking care of the daily life, often didn't know his schedule, and even the time he spent in the villa. Also greatly reduced.

Cindy knew that Fu Chi had tricked her into it by acting as a demon, so she found a good time to come to "consolate" him instead of a colleague who worked overtime, but Fu Chi unexpectedly didn't argue with her.

"The matter is serious? Since when did you become so unconfident? Could it be that he was the one who wanted to provoke him, why did he look so sad... If I didn't know that you two have little red books, I would have thought you I just broke up with him." Cindy said, taking a sip of coffee milk to moisten her throat.

Fu Chi finally looked up at her, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's not much different from breaking up. When I called you a few days ago, he heard what you said... I told him that I liked someone because I knew That guy got his stomach pierced by drinking with other people."

Cindy raised her eyebrows: "Then? He just avoided you like this? Didn't he...know that you like him?"

Fu Chi responded softly, and sighed: "Actually, it's not that time yet, I... can't help but say it."

It is rare for Cindy to see him serious, and she changed her faceless and skinny rogue again, knowing that the situation is serious: "You... don't worry too much, it will be a long time anyway, he will hide for a while, and he will be fine when he relaxes, you should rest well ,do not think too much."

On the other hand, in the Marxist class, Lu Fengyun caught Wen Yisheng who was sitting in the last row, and after apologizing, he immediately asked, "Ah Sheng, it was Fu Yingdi who rescued you that day? They I don’t dare to spread the word, after all, it’s normal to see the wrong person when you’re all drunk... But it’s said that you didn’t drink at all, so you must know who he is! Tell me, tell me!”

Wen Yisheng knew that he couldn't hide it, so he nodded slightly: "It's him. I promised him not to drink alcohol, and I will call him before nine o'clock..." He paused while copying notes, and suddenly realized that he said What should not be said.

Lu Fengyun raised his eyebrows heavily, and said excitedly, "He forbade you to drink? He even told you to call him, and he came...to pick you up?" He paused, and his tone became more urgent, "When... Hooked up? He knows, knows what you want? So it's a matter of course for you two to agree with each other!"

Wen Yisheng glanced at the professor who was excitedly saying "Practice is the only criterion for testing truth" on the podium, and replied in a low voice: "I'm sorry...I wanted to tell you before, but I promised him to keep it secret, so I just I can tell you that Mr. Fu and I are together now, but he doesn't know me... After all, he has someone he likes, and he is still waiting for that person until now. If I tell him, it will only cause him trouble. "

As he said that, he smiled to himself, and his tone was deliberately relaxed: "This is very good, just as if I had really been with Mr. Fu. From now on, this memory will be mine alone, and Mr. Fu can continue to pursue it." Someone I like."

Lu Fengyun frowned, and could hear his low tone but he was helpless: "I respect your decision whatever you do, but... you should tell him if you have a chance, and don't tell him that you like him when you are with someone you like. Frustrated..."

Wen Yisheng took a deep breath and nodded slightly.Coincidentally, my pocket shook violently, I took out my phone and saw the notification text message from Cindy——

This Friday at [-]:[-] pm, China Channel [-] will have a live broadcast of the "End of the Year" series of interviews. I hope you can accompany Fu Chi to participate.

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