Chapter 76

Wen Lang's Amway sold very conscientiously. While talking on the phone, he did not forget to call Fu Tong a bunch of emoticons.

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...

Various emoticons of small animals rub their hands and hands were not repeated even dozens of them.

His Majesty Taotie, the emoticon boss, is still very outstanding today.

Fu Tong had a smile in his eyes, but he said ruthlessly: "I don't want to know, next one."

Wen Lang refused to give up: "No, you want to."

"In no mood."

"You want to."

"In no mood."

"No."

"think!"

“…”

Seeing the little boy on the other side of the microphone being about to get angry, Fu Tong smiled helplessly: "Don't mess around, why are you asking me to act? I'm not an actor and have no relevant experience. If I'm on the screen, I won't be sentenced publicly.

Is it?"

Wen Lang thought he was relieved and seized the opportunity to continue to instigate: "Don't think so much, really, I think this role is simply tailor-made for you. How can you not be able to act well in a true character? There is no need to panic at all.

”

After saying that, the sound of the page turning came from the microphone, and then Wen Lang's voice came again, and he briefly told him about the content of the script.

It was a drama in the Republic of China, with the title of "The Legend of the Conquering the Front". Director Song Qinghe was the director of Wen Lang's graduation drama. He was considered a kindness to him. This role was originally designed to be played by Wen Lang, but he was filming "Mountains and Rivers on Earth".

, First of all, the schedule is not appropriate, and secondly, these two movies are both Republic of China dramas, so they will inevitably be compared at that time, and Wen Lang will be very embarrassed in the middle.

He couldn't take it, but he wanted to help his mentor. Later, he heard Song Qinghe say that this role is also very suitable, so he came to find Fu Tong without thinking.

"How is it?" Fu Tong said while poking a hand-rubbing emoticon package, "I want you to take on the role is also very good. The noble son of a noble family, a white moonlight character, and he has no scenes.

Many, most of them appear in memory killing, and will not waste too much time. Isn’t it very good?”

“It’s very good.”

Fu Tong laughed in a low voice, and then continued to say something in Wen Lang's expectation: "But I still don't want to answer."

Wen Lang: “…”

Do you want to be beaten?

His Majesty Taotie had no expression and no longer wanted to be poor with this person. He lowered his voice and asked, "I asked you one last time, would you please accept it?"

"Don't answer."

"Okay." Wen Lang laughed sinisterly, "Then I'll send the news that you said you wanted to give me unscrupulous video resources and encouraged me to have an early love story to my brother, as for the rest...

”

He paused, and the following words were almost word by word: "Good luck, what, what, what, what."

Fu Tongyi was choking and didn't know what to say to face this matter for a moment.

Why are all underage kids so bad nowadays?

Mr. Yazi regretted it, but there was nothing he could do. He knew that the mic was very bad, and he could do 100% of the case.

Fu Tong frowned and thought for a while, but failed. In the end, he had to choose to compromise: "...Okay."

He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Show me the script, and... when is the shooting time? If it is too close, I may not be able to do it, you..."

"I know." Wen Lang laughed there, "I told Teacher Song that you don't have many scenes and are more independent. If you concentrate on shooting, you can finish it in two or three days... Can you do it in two or three days?

If it really doesn't work, then... forget it, I'm still very conscientious and can't make things difficult for you at special times."

That's it, but when the two words were said, Fu Tong heard his struggle through the microphone.

This little boy.

Tsk.

Fu Tong laughed silently and looked back at Fu Qianyuan. The latter frowned slightly. He didn't want him to go, but he didn't choose to deceive him. He just kept his voice a lot and said, "It's almost the same."

Fu Tong reposted the original words: "Absolutely."

"That's fine, then when will you have time? I'll take you to meet Teacher Song and sign the contract by the way."

In fact, the role has been decided, and it is enough for the agent to go there. But Fu Tong is famous for being serious and rigorous in the circle, and in any case he goes there in person.

Fu Tong looked at Fu Qianyuan again, and the latter rubbed his head: "Let's go tomorrow."

Fu Tong then turned the words without changing them, and after setting the time with Wen Lang, chatting casually for a few words. Seeing that the little boy's words became more and more unreasonable, he didn't want Fu Qianyuan to hear them, so he found an excuse.

Cut off the call first.

All the people around were left with sunlight hanging down and deep eyebrows and eyes looking at the cub in their arms.

Fu Tong didn't pay attention to his eyes, held his claws and stuffed his phone back into Fu Qianyuan's pocket, making a little ball.

Fu Qianyuan hugged him up and said, "Do you really want to go?"

Fu Tong tilted his head and thought for a few seconds before he realized what he was asking, and said softly: "Wen Rong has helped me a lot. His baby has a rare thing to come to me, so he naturally has to do what he can do.

”

After saying that, after a long time, I didn't get a response from the person in front of me. Fu Tong looked at him strangely, not knowing what this person was thinking, and he didn't plan to explore. He went deeper and just wanted to take a nap, Fu Qianyuan

But at this moment, the sound suddenly rang.

"You seem to treat him very differently."

Fu Tong didn't know who he was talking about, so he subconsciously asked: "Who? Wen Rong?"

"...Wen Lang." Fu Qianyuan lowered his head and met his eyes, and repeated the words just now in a very low voice, "You treat him... very differently."

This time, even the previous one seemed to be removed.

Fu Tong looked at Fu Qianyuan subtly, feeling that the man's jealousy was a little puzzled: "Stop making trouble, that's the baby of Wen Rong's family. He is underage. I can't provoke anyone, do you know?

”

Fu Qianyuan's jealousy did not reduce his words by half because of his words. He pursed his lips and said, "Is it okay if Wen Rong agrees to his adult again?"

I must give you full marks for your logic.

Fu Tong shook his tail casually, and no longer wanted to explain anything to his ex-boyfriend: "Does it have anything to do with you? Fu Qianyuan, I think you don't seem to have the position to ask me these words."

Fu Qianyuan didn't say anything, stood there with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered, silent.

Fu Tong felt that this man was very doggy and there was no need to pay attention. He glanced out of the corner of his eyes but he swept over there uncontrollably and crashed into those eyes. The next second, he was entangled by all kinds of emotions inside.

The way to go out.

Lost, dark, complex, pale.

...

In short, it's mixed with flavors.

Fu Tong looked at it, feeling that this look was familiar and unfamiliar. He felt inexplicably not feeling it. After staying there for a few minutes, he awkwardly poked Fu Qianyuan's face with the small hook on his tail.

: "...what are you doing here? I want to go home."

Fu Qianyuan came back to his senses, his fingers gently wrapped around the tip of his tail, and his voice softened with the warmth: "Go home?"

Fu Tong knew that the focus of his words was on the word "home", and wanted to argue with him, but he still didn't say it. He just clumped the whole cub, buried his face in his claws, and responded in a muffled voice.

"Um."

It's just one word, and it doesn't sound very willing, but it's enough.

The frustration in Fu Qianyuan's eyes was gradually replaced by warmth. He lowered his head and kissed the furry ears of the baby in his arms. Then he lowered his hand before the baby was furious and gently held his claws in his hand.

.

"go home."

The voice is low and heavy, and it is filled with countless warmth and softness.

Very nice.

...

That night, Fu Tong didn't sleep well, and his intermittent dream continued until almost dawn. He dreamed that he was holding flowers and not entering Fu Qianyuan's dragon horn, and shook his tail and smiled in the latter's indulgent eyes, and then he dreamed again.
To be continued...