Take you to practice and take you to fly [Entertainment]

"Good morning." Cheng Xing responded with a smile.

One is on the screen and the other is in real life. It's normal to feel different.

There was no topic between the two of them, so they fell into silence. The air was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard until Cheng Xing's stomach growled.

"Cheng Xing is hungry, Bo Yun, go and see if there is any food for him." This feeling seemed to go back to a long time ago, and Yi Qing was in a very happy mood.

Fu Boyun nodded, although he never knew what it felt like to be hungry, but judging from his face, he should be very uncomfortable, and he walked towards the kitchen without making a sound.

Cheng Xing was quite surprised. He just grumbled, and the other party entered the kitchen. Could it be that he was looking for something to eat?

The kitchen was clean and shiny, but after looking for it for a while, I couldn't find anything to eat.

"Bo Yun, there's rice there, use your spiritual power to cook a pot of porridge for Cheng Xing, and just use the porridge to heal his hands." Yi Qing's cheerful tone resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Yi Qing has always liked food, Fu Boyun understood very well, "Okay, Grandpa Yi Qing."

Picking up the small stainless steel basin, Fu Baiyun scooped a spoonful of rice and poured it in. The rice had a lot of impurities, and it was washed with spiritual power before cooking.

"There are vegetables there, add a few to add color."

Fu Boyun followed suit one by one, Yiqing was well-informed, and his teachings once benefited him a lot.

This was his first time cooking porridge, but for some reason, he felt extremely proficient. He used spiritual techniques to heat up the pot, and watching the rice grains jumping in the pot, a picture of Cheng Xing's surprise emerged in his mind.

In order not to see his actions inside, he set up a barrier for the kitchen door, but after he opened the door, Cheng Xing, who was sitting in the living room, looked over, and the porridge cooked with spiritual power was overflowing. Can't help it.

Cheng Xing really wanted to go over and ask Fu Boyun if he made it for him, but Fu Boyun hadn't eaten last night, and the other party was also weird, wouldn't it be embarrassing if it wasn't.

Just as he was thinking, Fu Boyun quickly walked up to him, and his eyes were glued to the pot of porridge. The unique fragrance hits the nostrils.

"Eat." Fu Boyun also learned a few words.

Cheng Xing was pleasantly surprised, "Thank you, let's eat together, I'll get the bowl." Fu Baiyun has not been in the kitchen for a long time, so he must have never eaten.

Seeing that he was happy but stood up again, Fu Boyun was a little puzzled, quickly grabbed his hand and let him sit down, Cheng Xing blinked, looked at him, he seemed to understand what the other person meant, maybe he had eaten Woolen cloth.

Yi Qing's resentful voice sounded, "Cheng Xing wants you to eat together, why don't you, this silly boy, worry that he won't have enough to eat, so why don't you cook more."

"I don't need Grandpa Yi Qing who eats these." Fu Boyun didn't understand why Yi Qing suddenly called him stupid.

Yu Congcong was awakened by his stomach. He was lying on the bed, his mind was drowsy, his stomach kept growling, and the scent lingering in his nose suppressed his drowsiness, and he was awake.

It should be Song Ge who was cooking, Yu Congcong grabbed his hair back and hurried out, but he saw Cheng Xing in the living room eating porridge, Fu Baiyun sitting next to him, the picture was very harmonious, not at all like yesterday It looked like something bad had happened.

Wait, the aroma seems to come from that pot of porridge.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

The two people sitting in front of each other greeted each other, Yu Congcong looked at the two of them and didn't realize it for a while, thinking it was still Lin Qiong's normal, and it was a bit unpleasant to think about it.

He scratched his hair, "Hehe, good morning, you hurt your hand, just leave the cooking to us."

Lin Qiong didn't know how to cook, so Yu Congcong naturally felt that Cheng Xing cooked this meal.

After swallowing the rice, Cheng Xing explained: "It's not me, it's Lin Yingdi who made it."

After hearing this, Yu Congcong almost lost his expression, and opened his mouth slightly, remembering that Lin Qiong had told him many times not to make a shocked expression, because it was ugly.

He didn't know when Lin Qiong would cook porridge, and it was still such a delicious porridge, so he ran towards the kitchen without hesitation. Frowning, he rummaged around, but couldn't find anything. Although he didn't know how to cook, he still had a lot of experience in the kitchen. The pot that just boiled porridge was dry.

He said that Lin Qiong didn't know how to cook, he must be embarrassed to hurt someone, he ordered breakfast early, and when he got up, he said he made it up to apologize.

Thinking of Yu Congcong, he smiled. Brother Lin seemed to have changed back. He did this kind of thing most often. By the way, I just said good morning to him. I must be embarrassed by my behavior yesterday so I pretended it was not good.

Song Yue stayed in the PR department all night last night, until most of the bad information on the Internet was under control, he just had a chat on the table for a while, and was woken up by Yu Congcong's phone call shortly after, and he gave Yu Congcong an office call The phone has a special ringtone, and every time it rings, he can always pick up the phone reflexively.

"Hey, Brother Song, how is your side? I think Brother Lin may be fine. He just said good morning to me and prepared a delicious breakfast for Cheng Xing." Yu Congcong's joyful voice came from When the call came from the other end, Song Yue's eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"I'll be right back." Vigorously removing the coat covering his body, Song Yue was very refreshed with dark circles under his eyes.

After taking the last bite, Cheng Xing felt comfortable and let out a sigh of satisfaction. He felt Fu Boyun approaching him a little bit, and his body froze subconsciously. He might still want to beat him, right? If it's good, it's okay, the big deal is to have a competition, but at this moment, with his injured hand, he really can't guarantee what will happen to him if the opponent makes another move.

Cheng Xing wanted to leave, but it was too late. He felt his hand was held by an irresistible force, and then the wound was warm and very comfortable.

He looked at Fu Boyun on the opposite side in surprise. He lowered his head, held his injured hand in one hand, and gesticulated with the other hand, which matched his body perfectly.

Fu Boyun's speed was very fast, Cheng Xing just realized that the other party let go of his hand, and he also felt that the uncomfortable feeling in his hand disappeared.

He once heard his grandfather say that there is a kind of person who cultivates a combination of internal and external skills, and people with high martial arts can do things that ordinary people cannot.

Cheng Xing rationally told himself that he was thinking too much, but the relaxed feeling in his hand was not deceiving.

"Film Emperor Lin, did you heal my hand just now?" Cheng Xing asked with a smile, although he thought this question was inconceivable.

Fu Boyun could vaguely understand, but he didn't know what words to answer, so he nodded.

Cheng Xing twisted his hands in disbelief. He wanted to go back to the room to remove the plaster cast and look at the wound. At this moment, Yu Congcong came out. He was not in the mood to sleep now, and sat across from the two with a smile on his face. Looking at Fu Boyun calmly, there was still teasing in his eyes.

"Click" the door was opened, and Song Yue quickly entered the room.

"Lin Qiong." Song Yue's voice came in before the person arrived, and Fu Boyun knew that he was calling the person who changed his time and space identity with him, and now he is him, but he is not very willing to become another man, so no response.

Yu Congcong, who was paying attention to all this, let go of his hands between his legs and became a little flustered. Could it be that he misunderstood.

Song Yue who didn't get a response was also stunned, and he asked again tentatively, "Lin Qiong."

The whole person was like a deflated balloon, Song Yue leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes tiredly, Yu Congcong was too guilty to speak.

Cheng Xing didn't speak any more, the atmosphere was so weird.

The bodyguards came to work at 8 o'clock. The task they were assigned yesterday was to watch over Fu Boyun and prevent him from hurting Cheng Xing. As soon as he came out of the room at 8 o'clock, they separated Cheng Xing.

Cheng Xing didn't like this kind of atmosphere, so he simply went back to the room. As soon as he got back to the room, he locked it and carefully removed the plaster cast on his hand. He found that his hand was completely healed, and there was no sign that it was fractured yesterday. Plaster, Cheng Xing excitedly waved his hands a few times.

As soon as Cheng Xing left, Fu Boyun immediately felt that the room was empty, and he couldn't stay any longer, but he hurt him yesterday, Song Yue was worried that he would do something again, so he asked someone to watch him.

Song Yue looked at Fu Boyun's back with a headache, only to find that all his hair was combed up today, and the sword behind him was completely exposed. Song Yue was immediately attracted. This sword can be described as perfect. A sense of thickness and a strong sense of strength.

Yi Qing was worshiped by many monks when she was in the realm of comprehension, how could she be fluctuated by Song Yue's eyes.

"Lin Qiong." Song Yue sat up and walked towards him.

"Where did you get the sword, I've never heard of it from you before."

Fu Boyun watched his movements, his eyes darkened slightly.

Song Yue was only attracted for a while, and his mind was still very simple, and he passed it after reading it.

Fu Boyun was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Judging from the degree of damage, it was impossible to put them on again after taking them off. With Lin Qiong's character, this was simply impossible.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes." Song Yue sighed, who would have thought that he, who was envied by almost all the managers in the circle, would cautiously persuade the other party to take a bath at this time.

Song Yue originally wanted him to take off the sword so he could take a bath, but Fu Boyun turned around and looked at him, Song Yue felt his heart skip a beat immediately, the other party's eyes were extremely indifferent, as if there was a knife resting on his neck Normally, Fu Boyun walked away soon, but Song Yue still hadn't come to his senses.