Chapter 21

Fu Tong felt soft-hearted almost instantly.

While being soft-hearted, I feel very distressed.

This puppy was obviously thrown away. I don’t know how long I stayed in the rain, and the hair on my body was wet.

At this time, Fu Tong was not in the mood to think about the messy things between him and the person in front of him, and pursed his lower lip: "Where did it come from?"

"I just picked it up next to the flower pond. I'm two or three months old and I'm still a little puppy. If I don't bring it back, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive." Fu Qianyuan's voice was low, "I have nothing in my family now, I can't raise it, you are willing to adopt it

Is it?"

The puppy was lying there, his eyes as wet as his hair.

Fu Tong looked at it for a while and slowly reached out his hand, but he was afraid of scaring it, so he stopped when he was still twenty or thirty centimeters away from the puppy.

He lowered his eyes and hesitated to stop. As soon as this thought came up, he suddenly felt the back of his hand covered with a warm touch, pressed it down, and then slowly touched the puppy's head.

It feels damp, but it still feels fluffy.

Fu Tongshou paused a little and looked at the puppy nervously. The puppy was not afraid of him. Not only did he not hide, he also raised his head and rubbed his fingers with pleasingness.

Fu Tong was stunned. First, he felt unbelievable, and then his heart suddenly became so soft that it was out of tune.

All his reactions fell into Fu Qianyuan's eyes.

Fu Qianyuan calmly withdrew his hand and asked again after saying: "Are you... willing?"

The puppy seemed to understand their words, and then let out a soft whistle when he heard this, his breasts were so silly that he was very pitiful.

Fu Tong had no way to refuse.

He lowered his head, and after a moment of silence, he silently carried the little puppy out of the wet cardboard box.

From hesitation to acceptance, it is something between a thought, but this thought is very important, enough to restore Fu Tong to the time of a scumbag sage.

He held the puppy and looked at Fu Qianyuan with a blank expression: "Is there anything else?"

And this was just a symbolic question for the sake of the puppy. After asking, he closed the door without waiting for a second.

This time Fu Qianyuan did not move and the door was closed successfully.

Only Fu Tong and the puppy were left in the room.

Fu Tong directly carried the dog inside.

Although he has never raised small animals, he usually keeps cats and dogs in the clouds. He has read a lot of dog-raising strategies on the Weibo of those pet bloggers. He knows how to deal with picking up such a rainy little puppy.

, the subsequent things can be considered easy to do.

Forty-five minutes later, the puppy that was flirty again lay on the carpet and whispered softly at Fu Tong.

This is actually a very healthy and cute dog. As for the breed -

Fu Tong observed it carefully for a while and felt that it should be a Chinese pastoral dog.

It is referred to as the little local dog.

Fu Tong would not feel disgusted.

He sat down cross-legged beside the puppy and gently touched its nose: "You can just put it first, the doghouse and dog food will be delivered soon. You will have a family in the future, don't be afraid.

,I……"

He paused, his eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly: "I won't leave you halfway."

The little puppy seemed to understand and tilted his head slightly.

Fu Tong reached out with both hands to straighten his face. The puppy thought he was playing with it, and his tail was shaken happily, and it was so fluffy that it was super cute.

Fu Tong's eyes softened, and he lowered his hands and played with the dog for a while. As he played, he gradually felt that his baby seemed to be a bit like someone.

The more you look at this similarity, the stronger it feels. Fu Tong looked over carefully. After a moment, he suddenly touched his chin and smiled. He picked up his phone and took a photo of the little dog and sent it to Wen Lang.

Shameless Fu Ergou: I Lang, do you think it looks very similar to you? [Picture]

On the other side, Wen Lang finished filming a scene and was resting in the corner with a wolfberry water thermos cup. He heard the ding dong sound and clicked it and looked at it. He suddenly became irritable.

Your Majesty Taotie:???

Do you believe it or not I will bite you to death?

Wen Lang put down the thermos cup and poked the voice application directly.

There was naturally a lot of confrontation between us, but Fu Tong stopped first and decided to let the children go.

His Majesty Taotie is easy to coax, so he is no longer angry.

Wen Lang lowered his head and drank a sip of wolfberry water, and clicked on the photo of the little native dog again: "It's amazing, are you a chosen dog?"

Fu Tong almost laughed out loud, thinking that his description was really not ordinary. For ferocious beasts, whether small animals are all in line with fate, they are really chosen by God.

Fu Tong reached out and walked the little local dog's hair: "Is it cute?"

The words are filled with laughter, and there is no difference between those silly dads who show off with their own cubs.

Wen Lang didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

Speaking of cuteness, Fu Tong's photography skills are really straight, and he can only have a bunch of wrinkled hair, and he can't tell anything else.

But saying it's not adorable, Fu Tong just said that the little puppy looks very similar to him.

The scene was once very awkward.

Wen Lang was silent for a moment and decided to turn the question over: "I'd better not talk about this for now. Actually, I happened to have something to look for you."

This is rare.

Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "What?"

"I told you some time ago that our crew is haunted. I don't know if you still remember it." Wen Lang said, "I haven't seen those times with my own eyes, I only heard others say it, but something happened again yesterday evening.

And it happened straight to my face.”

Making trouble in front of Taotie.

Very courageous.

"Then are you asking me for help?"

"I don't think it's worth asking." His Majesty Taotie wanted to be faced and didn't want to admit it at all, "This kind of thing was originally within the scope of the Monster Bureau's responsibilities. You are now a working person over there, and you are a salary. Come and see it very reasonable.

Bar?"

Fu Tong smiled and said, "Okay."

He opened the itinerary and looked at it: "Then I'll come to find you tomorrow morning, and I'll have no time for a few weeks later."

"About what time?"

"Nine o'clock."

Wen Lang nodded through the microphone: "It's absolutely fine."

The two big monsters reached a consensus, and they were both very happy. They walked a wave of fighting pictures in tacit understanding. Soon, Wen Lang was about to shoot a scene, so Fu Tong hung up the phone and continued to play with the puppy next to him.

The little animals are fluffy and soft, and their eyes are wet. The more cute you are, the more cute you are.

Fu Tong looked at it and smiled slowly.

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The next day, nine o'clock.

Fu Tong arrived at the crew on time.

No one would be surprised by him coming. After all, everyone in the circle knew that he had a good relationship with Wen Lang. The two CP fans even dominated the entire world before Qin Jingshen appeared.

Fu Tong looked around and easily found Wen Lang, holding a thermos cup and memorizing words.

He walked over and said, "The kid is working very hard today."

Wen Lang raised his head with a smile: "The old man is also very punctual today."

Fu Tong: "..."

OK.

Fu Tong sat down next to him: "What's going on today?"

"Not yet." Wen Lang shook his head, "You know, even if there is, I can't feel it."

The Taotie before him was crazy and killed on the top of the mountain in the fog. Before his death, his soul was turbid, so Wen Lang was born more than a thousand years later. The inheritance was incomplete, and his perception ability may be even more than ordinary monsters.

Not as good as.

If this is not the case, the ferocious beast Taotie would not have asked others to help.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes: "...sorry."

"No." Wen Lang smiled, "I don't care about these things at all, and there will be gains when there are losses. You must believe in luck."

Fu Tong nodded softly, not disturbing him memorizing the words anymore. After his eyes slowly looked around the set for a while, he suddenly stopped in the corner near the bathroom.
To be continued...