Chapter 152

Fu Tong thought Fu Qianyuan was a dog like this, but it is undeniable that his dog was actually just right in many cases.

Just like now.

Fu Tong hugged his dragon tail and rubbed it twice, and was instantly captured by the touch, and was reluctant to let go for a while.

But so many people are watching it, I'm sorry.

[Jiazi cub hugging the dragon's tail and blushing].jpg

Fu Tong secretly glanced at the people in front of him, thought for a while, grabbed a pillow from behind and blocked the dragon tail, pretending that he was holding a pillow, and there was no dragon tail.

Several people next to him: "..."

Are we so stupid in the eyes of the boss?

But there is no way, the boss of his own family doesn't like anyone else.

Several people could only pretend not to see it, lowered their heads and continued to ponder, and winked at Fan Xiu.

Fan Xiu was a fox, and naturally understood what they meant. He smiled and naturally started a new topic. As the few people responded, gradually,

Time passed by little by little, and the wall clock on the wall gradually passed by half past six.

The sky is filled with twilight, and the clouds are embraced by the wind and walk towards the distance.

Several people stayed at Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan for almost a day, and felt that the time was about the same. Not long after dinner, they said goodbye to the two of them and left. Lu Chuan still looked worried before leaving. He turned around several times, hoping to "please, you must."

Get Wen Lang done] a few words engraved on your face.

It is difficult to be a broker.

Fu Tong was rarely considerate. After seeing them off, he turned around and clicked on WeChat to search for contacts.

He just said he was looking for Wen Lang, but Wen Lang was the person who was in the news list recently. There was no need to search specifically. The person Fu Tong was looking for now was obviously not Wen Lang.

Fu Qianyuan stood beside him with Huohu in his arms: "Baby, aren't you looking for Wen Lang?"

His Majesty Taotie's [Shiba Inu Smiling] was so conspicuous that Fu Qianyuan saw it with just a glance.

"He hasn't arrived yet." Fu Tong said, "This matter requires strategy. I plan to take three steps to scheming. The first step is to let the studio announce it on Weibo first, and then break the way Wen Lang refused. The second step is to Qin.

Deep Field fooled him. If he could come, there would be no problem with Wen Lang, and the third step would naturally be successfully achieved.”

Qin Jingshen sounds a little familiar.

Fu Qianyuan thought for a moment, and soon remembered that the boss of Fu Tong and Wen Lang signed a contract with the company, Qin Zihang and Lu Qi's baby, were also Wen Lang's lovers.

Fu Qianyuan smiled: "Is it time to step two now?"

While he was speaking, Fu Tong had just sent the message to Qin Jingshen and was waiting for his reply. He nodded when he heard this. The next second, he saw a new reply in the message box.

A simple word - yes.

Very cold, but enough.

Fu Tong smiled and rubbed his dizzy ears with his back hands: "It's stable, it's stable."

"His he agreed?"

"That's natural." Fu Tong said, "I told him that Wen Lang would go too, and he agreed without thinking. This trick is really useful. Now I'm going to fool Wen Lang, with Qin Jingshen here,

I don't believe he won't come."

He said, unlocking his phone again. This time he didn't use WeChat, but called.

The final result is also good.

The scheming strategy is indeed very stable.

Although it is a bit of a dog, what's wrong with dogs?

Fu Tong smiled calmly, carried Fuqiu from Fu Qianyuan's arms, and rubbed the hair on the puppy's body into a mess a few times. Fu Qianyuan looked at him from the side, his eyes full of warm smiles.

This warmth lasted for a long time until Fu Tong's voice rang again.

"There's one more thing." Fu Tong stopped rubbing his hands, "I'm going to move back."

silence.

The warm smile in Fu Qianyuan's eyes faded a little bit: "Zizi, I don't seem to hear it very clearly...what were you saying?"

"I said, I plan to move back." Fu Tong turned around and met Fu Qianyuan's eyes, "I used to live in your place because my home was destroyed by Liu Yu and renovated it. Now my home has been tidied up.

It's time for me to go back, and it's not appropriate to stay here with you all the time."

"I think it's very suitable." Fu Qianyuan looked at him deeply, "I don't agree with this when I go back."

Fu Tong narrowed his eyes: "What position are you saying you don't agree with? Do you have an ex-boyfriend? That's probably not enough."

Ex-boyfriend.

No position.

Not qualified.

Hearing these words, Fu Qianyuan was stunned and looked at Fu Tong with some injuries.

Fu Tong pursed his lips and avoided his gaze: "...Anyway, it's time for me to go home."

After these words, there was an unspeakable silence.

Time seems to be slowing down, and every minute it is like walking forward in my heart.

Maybe it was because the silent environment made people feel clearer, maybe it was because the mood was too irritable, Fu Tong gradually felt a little hot. He pulled the collar a little unbearable, but the enthusiasm did not fade, but it was even higher.

Some more.

A faint sweetness spreads out in the room.

Fu Tong smelled it and turned around in a hug: "Have you made a dessert?"

After asking, I didn’t hear Fu Qianyuan’s reply, but only saw the latter’s slightly...subtle expression.

This expression seems familiar.

Fu Tong's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose. With this premonition, there was a faint smell of pine and mint in the air.

This taste is also familiar.

Fu Tong was in a bad mood at the same time, and he looked at Fu Qianyuan again. Fu Qianyuan was also looking at him. The two of them looked at each other, and the sweetness and pine and mint around him instantly became much stronger.

Beat, beat, beat.

The heartbeat accelerates and the temperature rises sharply.

Fu Tong frowned, put down his blush, and there were more than a dozen talismans on his body.

After doing all this, he looked at Fu Qianyuan and was very dissatisfied: "What are you still doing here? Can you help put some cold water?"

But Fu Tong actually cannot use this method now. He is different from Lu Chuan and Bai Tang. During the dormant period, the inhibitory effect of cold water is minimal, and all he can bring is pain.

Fu Tong also knew this, but now he looked at Fu Qianyuan very disliked. After saying that, he saw that Fu Qianyuan was not moved, and he felt even more unhappy: "You——"

As soon as I said a word, I felt warm in my body, and a blue light spot came out of Fu Qianyuan, gently cage him in the middle.

The previous heat feeling was slightly dissipated, but it was not enough and was soon covered by a hotter heat.

The speed of degradation is far from the speed of increase.

Fu Tong fell weakly on the sofa, gradually becoming drowsy, unconsciously pulling the buttons on his clothes, trying to dispel this unbearable enthusiasm.

"Ba"

The sound of the line breaking.

Several buttons fell fragilely from the clothes, fell silently on the carpet, and were soon covered by the thrown clothes.

At this time, Fu Tong's upper body had no cover.

He lay there, looked up at Fu Qianyuan, his eyes were slightly red, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were filled with unconcealed desire.

——Come here, I want it.

This is what Fu Qianyuan clearly read out from Fu Tong's eyes at that moment.

The sweetness and mint around were even more intense, filling the entire room.

Fu Qianyuan walked closer to the sofa, half-kneeled beside Fu Tong, and looked down at him: "Baby, are you still awake?"

Fu Tong's consciousness was drowsy at this time, but it had not completely disappeared. He still retained a sense of consciousness. He could hear what Fu Qianyuan said clearly and felt the cool water vapor he brought when he leaned over.

Fu Tong curled up slightly, and said something like a kitten sobbing, and said it repeatedly.

It was vague and unclear, but Fu Qianyuan still heard it clearly.

He said—“Take me to the bedroom.”

Fu Qianyuan was stunned and soon came to his senses. He hugged Fu Tong with his hands hanging down, and his movements were cautious, as if he was holding an extremely fragile porcelain.

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Tong's dormant period has not passed yet. Fu Qianyuan remembers that he was so painful when he was touched lightly before, and he still feels scared.
To be continued...