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Chapter 26 (9)
Separated from Father Fu, but this woman still cried and begged to give birth to the child with her understanding of Father Fu.
When this humiliated child was born, Father Fu's mood was very complicated, so naturally he didn't make much fanfare. Today, the child was just picked up from the hospital, and not many people outside knew that there was a third young master in the Fu family.
Fu Xiao walked over behind Xiao Tang Cake, he walked to Xiao Tang Cake, the white cat with its head sticking out had bright eyes, he couldn't help reaching out and approaching Xiao Tang Cake's chin.
The housekeeper looked at Fu Xiao hesitantly and said, "Master, the child was brought back over there—"
After all, it is also the younger brother of the young master, and it is so close that it does not seem very good to ignore him.
Hearing this, Fu Xiao scratched his chin and said, "The old man has a much better temper." This child could not have been born without the approval of the old man. In fact, Fu Xiao was not the eldest son of the Fu family. Before Fu Xiao was born, Fu Wei's mother was pregnant with one. At that time, Fu Yunxi naively thought that Mr. Fu could agree to the marriage for the sake of his grandson.
As a result, Mr. Fu vividly taught Fu Yunxi a lesson.
He forcibly let the child shed.
Now the old man is really old, and his heart is much softer.
When this happened before, Mr. Fu would never let Bai Yangxin give birth to this child.
Of course, Bai Yangxin had already been swept out of Fu's house. And Fu Yunxi really didn't dare to say a word.
Fu Xiao didn't care and said to the housekeeper, "Let them make trouble."
The butler nodded, he also meant it.
at breakfast time.
The little sugar cake has the backbone to push his breakfast to the living room.
TV shows are playing in the living room.
When Fu Xiao came out of the restaurant, he saw in front of the TV that the snow-white hairballs could only eat half of their breakfast. He stood up, raised his tail, widened his eyes, and watched the TV series excitedly.
In the TV series, a woman in an ancient palace dress said tearfully, "I can't do it with a concubine."
Rong Hang, the ancient emperor version next to him, walked away with a look of anger.
Fu Xiao: …
What is this and what?
Fu Xiao asked the housekeeper with a headache, "What's going on?"
The housekeeper said with a smile: "This is the complete collection of Rong Hang copied by Miss Mingming for Xiao Tang Guo. Xiao Tang cake is my favorite in the TV series that is currently being broadcast. I have watched it back and forth many times."
Fu Xiao rubbed his forehead: "Don't put these for the sugar cakes in the future." The sugar cakes are still small, so what does this look like every day. I used to think that Little Sugar Cake could not understand it, but now I know that Little Sugar Cake can understand, obviously I can't follow him.
The butler asked puzzled, "Then what?"
Fu Xiao thought about the programs that the little sugar cakes liked in the past, and reluctantly picked out one that was okay——
"federal Society."
After eating breakfast, one person and one cat went to work with a ghost.
There was a conference call in the car today. When Fu Xiao arrived at the company, it was already a little late. He couldn't help thinking that the small sugar cake seemed to be able to teleport. No wonder he never noticed anything wrong. Every time he came home, the little sugar cake had changed back.
After counting the time, the small sugar cake should already be in the office.
However, it turned out that he thought too much.
In front of the elevator in the Xingchen Building, the young man who was supposed to be in the office was panting with his waist on his back in a panic.
Fu Xiao: …
Su Zening held the elevator entrance with one hand, while bending over and panting.
He didn't want to be in such a hurry, but it was a cat meeting this morning. As a responsible Elvis, he naturally wanted to preside over the meeting, and the big spicy chicken from Fat Orange was still talking a lot of nonsense, so he was procrastinating until now.
The dedicated elevator on the top floor has not come down yet.
Su Zening looked at his phone.
It's about time for Secretary Zhang's morning meeting. If he's late, Secretary Zhang will peel him off.
Thinking of Secretary Zhang's furious appearance, the poor, weak and innocent man froze.
At this moment, a cold voice said: "Come here."
Su Zening turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, Fu Xiao was standing aside, his special elevator had arrived.
Su Zening's eyes lit up as if he saw a savior, and walked over to the elevator behind Fu Xiao.
After waiting for the elevator, Su Zening realized that something was wrong. Isn't this the transparent elevator that he hates the most?
As the elevator slowly ascended, the ground under the transparent glass on the soles of the feet continued to shrink.
Su Zening's face was pale, and his heart was pounding.
He couldn't help clenching his palms.
"Come here." A cold voice sounded in his ears.
Su Zening raised his head blankly.
There are only two of them in the elevator.
Is this Fu Xiao calling him?
The cold-faced man repeated, "Come here."
Su Zening let out a soft cry, and took a big step forward. His hands were busy between the corners. His step was a little big. When he stopped, he found that he was a little closer to Fu Xiao.
It was so close that could feel the temperature of Fu Xiao's body.
Su Zening's ears turned red for some unknown reason. He looked down at the ground in a panic. Only then did he realize that Fu Xiao asked him to come over because of the special angle of this piece. The elevator door was right in front of him, and because of the angle, he was under his feet. Can't see most of the ground, although there is still a little, but it is still within the range that he can accept.
This can be said to be the most friendly place to this elevator.
The only problem was that it was too close, so close that he could feel the shiver from Fu Xiao's warm breath on his skin.
He glanced aside awkwardly.
"The bow tie is crooked." After a moment of silence, Fu Xiao's low voice rang in his ear.
Su Zening felt numb in his heart. It felt so strange.
He hurriedly looked at Fu Xiao. Today, Fu Xiao was wearing a white shirt with a black tie. Even Su Zening saw how it fit into Fu Xiao's tight muscles.
Does Fu Xiao mean that his bow tie is crooked?
Su Zening stretched out his hand, hesitantly, raised his blue eyes and looked at Fu Xiao in confusion.
With a document in his hand, it was indeed difficult to adjust the position of the bow tie.
The young man's eyes were innocent and confused. Due to the distance, only the reflection of Fu Xiao was in his icy blue eyes at the moment. He was thin and slender, his skin was fair and delicate, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.
Fu Xiao's breathing almost stopped.
After hesitating for a moment, the young man stretched out his slender and white knuckles to move under his Adam's apple. The knuckle of his middle finger touched his Adam's apple inadvertently, causing a strange feeling. The young man put his finger on his bow tie, the temperature of his finger It was passed to him through the shirt, the boy moved his bow tie slightly, then smiled contentedly on his picturesque face, with shallow dimples on his cheeks, tilted his head and asked him seriously, "Is this okay? "
This action is too intimate and too easy to give people an illusion.
Ding sound.
The elevator has arrived.
The elevator door opened, and the document in Xiao Liu's hand outside the door fell to the ground with a clatter.
Fu Xiao took a step back with an indiscernible expression, and Xiao Liu walked out.
Su Zening shook his head strangely, a little confused, what's wrong?
He didn't help Fu Xiao adjust his progress.
Then he hummed softly.
His image is reflected on the metal bars along the edge of the elevator.
His tie was almost halfway crooked on the shirt he was casually wearing this morning.
It was him.
For some reason, Su Zening's face turned red.
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☆, the lower limit of small sugar cake
In the evening, the setting sun shone into the top floor, casting a golden glow on the desk.
Su Zening stretched and stood up from the desk.
This afternoon!
He finally got the money!
Looking at the stack of cash in the drawer, Su Zening secretly planned what to eat for lunch tomorrow. .
The desserts in the old shop that sisters ordered last time are all delicious. heard that some desserts in their house are not delivered. The shop is not far away. He can try it at noon tomorrow or later in the afternoon. taste.
In the office, Fu Xiao looked at the watch on his hand and asked Secretary Zhang, "Which restaurant is the best nearby?"
Secretary Zhang moved for a while, screaming in his heart, but his face did not show at all, and he said very professionally: "The Liuying restaurant next to it has just recently received the Michelin three-star annual inventory. You have a box there all year round, and you can go whenever you want. can go."
A workaholic who usually has no requirements for food asks about a delicious restaurant, what else is possible?
It's deadly!
Secretary Zhang pushed his glasses expressionlessly and continued, "If you don't want to go there, it would be nice to have home-cooked food in the Bohang District."
"That's it." The always stern president suddenly coughed softly: "Tonight, I want to read the plan sent by Manager Wu, so I will stay in the office, and you should get off work first."
Secretary Zhang looked at the plan that had been pressed on Mr. Fu's desk for a whole month, and had been evaluated by Mr. Fu as to why he was doing something. After a moment of silence, he said kindly, "How can you do it alone? I will let Yi Ning do it. Stay too."
Ah.
Fu Xiao hummed, and then said, "It's not good to always ask people to work overtime."
Secretary Zhang: ...
Isn't it President Fu who once made them stand by 24/7?
Now that you say this, has your conscience found out?
He was speechless for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he reluctantly pulled out a humiliating sermon for President Fu: "Yes, after all, Yi Ning is your assistant."
Fu Xiao nodded.
For a moment, he saw that Secretary Zhang hadn't left yet and asked, "Aren't you going out yet?"
Secretary Zhang didn't react for a while and asked back: "Huh?"
Fu Xiao said: "Inform Yi Ning to work overtime tonight."
It seems that he is afraid that Secretary Zhang will not understand.
He said, "If Yi Ning asks why he is working overtime—"
So you want to make a date with the assistant in the name of overtime, and let the assistant accompany you to work overtime, but you don't want the assistant to know what you mean by working overtime?
Throw the pot on him by the way?
"If Yi Ning smells, I will tell Yi Ning that he stayed because there was something wrong with the plan he wrote not long ago." Golden Assistant Secretary Zhang nodded expressionlessly, but four words floated in his heart——
Be yourself!
Even so, before leaving, Secretary Zhang said to Fu Xiao unintentionally, "If no one invites him, Yi Ning will stay at the company for dinner after work."
The welfare of Xingchen is very good. The catering center will also provide dinner for employees who do not want to go home to cook dinner. Yi Ning often eats dinner and goes home early.
Mr. Fu must act quickly.
Otherwise, I am afraid that the bamboo basket will be empty.
Secretary Zhang closed the door very thoughtfully and left.
"Stay in the company to finish dinner—"
Fu Xiao faintly felt that something was wrong, so he didn't think too much about it—
Fu Xiao rubbed his forehead with a headache.
He didn't mean it either.
He actually noticed that the small sugar cakes were always fried these days, and he knew that a large part of the reason was because he had not figured it out.
Before, the small sugar cake was simply his pet. He petted it, accompanied him, and owned him without any guilt.
He can control the sugar cake's every move according to his own mind, limit its thoughts, teach it to listen to his own words, and completely portray it as he wants.
But now-
He couldn't deceive himself, Little Sugar Cake was a human being with his own consciousness.
Is what he did right?
He felt a little guilty.
Little Sugar Cake has always liked to eat, but because of his status as a cat, he can't control many things for Little Sugar Cake. If he can take Yi Ning to eat food, Little Sugar Cake should be a little happier.
There was only so much he could do now.
Outside the door, Su Zening burst into tears when he heard the news of overtime work, watching Secretary Zhang dare not speak.
For the first time, Secretary Zhang, who has held his subordinates to work overtime for so many years, has an unspeakable sense of innocence.
The people in the office are almost gone.
Su Zening sighed, propped his chin with one hand, opened the document with the other, flipped over his pen absentmindedly, his thoughts drifted slowly.
The boy was wearing only a white shirt, with a slender figure, his whole body was pressed against the table, his shoulders were graceful, and the curve of his back, which was hidden in the slightly concave shirt, was beautiful. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the side of the boy's face, and the boy curled up. His eyelashes were drooping, and his brows were extraordinarily clean and deep.
Fu Xiao pushed open the door of the office and saw this scene.
Quiet and nice.
Fu Xiao couldn't help but think that such a young man in white would be the dream of many people in their youth.
He sighed and took a step closer.
Then
The boy who he thought was a dream just a second ago, squinted his eyes, and his head with messy black hair fell forward heavily, then slammed back, his eyes blankly said: "What's wrong?"
Fu Xiao: …
Su Zening, who almost fell asleep just now, saw Fu Xiao who was standing in front of him at an unknown time. He was dumbfounded for a moment, then rubbed his eyes and said, "Can you get off work?"
The voice was soft and soft.
The boy's black hair was a little messy, but he himself didn't notice it.
Fu Xiao's figure formed a graceful silhouette under the setting sun. The stern man silently stretched out his broad hand and pressed the boy's black hair down.
Su Zening did not escape.
Everyone has their own comfortable social distancing.
For him, with Fu Xiao's closeness to this level, he has long since gotten used to it.
It doesn't even matter if Fu Xiao is closer.
The well-behaved and docile teenager is under Fu Xiao's palm, which can easily give people a misunderstanding. The teenager is already under his control.
However, Fu Xiao put his hand back, and said with imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, "Are you hungry?"
Su Zening nodded, then glanced at him secretly, and quickly shook his head.
Fu Xiao's tone was stagnant, and all the tender thoughts in his heart turned into helplessness: "I'll take you to eat."
Although it was to seek Su Zening's opinion, there was not much room for rejection in his tone.
Su Zening's blue eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a star in it: "Are you going to take me to that dessert shop?"
The "no" in his mouth disappeared into Fu Xiao's mouth. The stern man's eyebrows were deep and his smile was like the fresh snow in early spring. It seemed that it was a very difficult thing to reject the boy and said, "Okay."
The boy smiled and put the money in his drawer back.
It's great to save some money again!
In front of a not-so-high-end shop. A variety of desserts are displayed in the window.
Su Zening widened his eyes and looked at the various cute desserts inside against the glass.
The store is very warmly furnished, with all kinds of dolls placed beside the pink curtain, and Fu Xiao, who is out of tune with this store, is standing next to Su Zening.
The girl in the window looked at the two in front of her with reddishness, and said softly, "Have you made your choice yet?"
Su Zening said without hesitation: "Give me the same for each."
girl: …
Fu Xiao: …
The girl couldn't help but look at Fu Xiao.
Su Zening hurriedly said: "You promised me, you can't go back."
Fu Xiao took a deep breath and said, "Give it to him."
If you can't finish it, take it away.
then
The small white wrought iron table is filled with various desserts.
The boy happily stuffed the dessert into his mouth.
Fu Xiao took a light sip of the scented tea with the cup in his hand, and looked at the happy young man with tenderness in his heart.
However
This kind of tenderness continued until the boy ate the dessert with an appetite completely different from his own size, and there was nothing left.
Su Zening couldn't help reaching out to get a small snack, "Hiccup—"
Fu Xiao: "..."
Fu Xiao couldn't help it, he held down Su Zening's hand and said, "Don't eat it!"
Su Zening withdrew his hand full of regret.
He can still eat!
arrive home.
Fu Xiao glanced at the living room and asked, "Where's the little sugar cake?"
He didn't forget the "hiccup" along the way of the little sugar cake. I don't know if it will hurt now.
The housekeeper said, "I just ran out."
Fu Xiao knew in his heart that it was probably Yi Ning who was going to change it back.
There was a meow at the door.
The snow-white ball of hair got in through the loose-leaf door, ran towards the butler with meowing meowing steps, and rubbed against the butler's feet, very dog-legged.
Fu Xiao just wanted to go and see how Little Sugar Cake's stomach was.
Unexpectedly, the butler brought a plate full of cat rice at this time, and said lovingly to the little sugar cake: "Don't worry, little sugar cake, your grandfather keeps it for you."
Little Sugar Cake happily raised her head and meowed at the housekeeper, then buried it happily.
still eat?
Fu Xiao quickly grabbed the little candy cake and said, "Why is the little candy cake eating now."
The little sugar cake was fighting in Fu Xiao's broad palm, desperately waving its paws at Maofan.
The housekeeper said strangely, "Little Candy Cake refused to eat just now, so it was delayed until now."
A light flashed in Fu Xiao's mind——
Secretary Zhang said that Yi Ning went home after dinner.
And the little sugar cake accompanies him to eat cat food again every day?
so
Does he eat dinner twice?
people again? cat again?
Fu Xiao looked at the little sugar cake angrily and funny!
He was about to be stunned by Little Sugar Cake's behavior.
Angrily and hated, he turned the small sugar cake over, and sure enough, his belly was bulging.
The white cat looked at himself innocently with its blue eyes open, meowing and squeaking softly.
However, Fu Xiao's heart was not disturbed. Looking at the chubby body of Little Sugar Cake, he slapped Little Sugar Cake's butt heavily. He had no more thoughts in his mind, only one thought -
What is not immoral to control the little sugar cake's every move, limit its thoughts, and teach it to listen to its own words?
It's like a small sugar cake. If you don't teach it well now, you can still get it later?
☆, 60, little sugar cake to record
Fu Xiao finally understood one thing.
All the entanglements in his heart were in vain.
Without his control, the little sugar cake could go to heaven.
Some people want to give freedom, and some people don't need it.
After being stunned by the operation of the small sugar cake cheating two meals, Fu Xiao took the bowl of cat rice away without hesitation.
The little sugar cake with almond eyes looked at Fu Xiao incredulously, as if he had suffered a great blow, and stood there, the whole cat was in bad shape.
In his mind, when he became a human, what would he call dinner when he had something to eat?
It was just some snacks.
After being able to become a human, Little Sugar Cake also found that his body had undergone certain changes, for example, he could eat no matter how much he ate. Although there will be a feeling of eating, but as long as the small sugar cake wants to eat, no matter how much you eat, you can eat it.
So he has only one thought now.
Why didn't Fu Xiao let him have dinner?
Is it difficult-
Could it be that Fu Xiao even had to deduct his cat food for the new goblin?
So the snow-white long-haired cat pulled the butler's legs with its claws, and meowed at Fu Xiao angrily, as if to accuse the butler of Fu Xiao's heinous crimes.
The housekeeper touched the little candy cake distressedly, and Chao Fuxiao disagreed, "Young master, how can the little candy cake not eat when he is growing up."
Candy cane meows in agreement.
However, in the next second, a pair of broad and powerful hands grabbed the back of the small sugar cake's neck.
Little Sugar Cake obediently didn't move for a moment, and that hand picked him up. Although Little Sugar Cake's claws were hooked on the butler's grandpa's pants, it was still useless.
The small sugar cake was still carried by Fu Xiao in the air.
The ruthless, ruthless, stinky sock held his cute little belly mercilessly and said, "Look at his belly, it doesn't look like he's full."
The white fluffy cat hanging in the air, with its fluffy head looking down at his slightly raised belly, felt a little guilty for a moment.
He seemed to have eaten a little too much just now.
Fu Xiao stretched out his hand and patted his belly, glanced at him with a half-smile, and then said to the housekeeper, "I can't give him any more food. I don't know how many things I stole outside before returning home."
The little sugar cake froze all over, pretending not to understand licking his paws, flapping his fluffy tail, seeing Fu Xiao looking over, tilting his head, looking at Fu Xiao innocently with big blingbling eyes, meowing in his mouth.
The butler hesitated, he knew it. The little sugar cake has a cute temperament. If you give it something, you can touch it and hold it. It's clearly marked at this point.
Thinking of the great achievements of the small sugar cake, the housekeeper also believed Fu Xiao's words and put away the pot of cat rice.
Little Sugar Cake stared at the pot of cat rice and left, which contained his favorite snowflake beef, tender and bouncy.
Although he was sad, he comforted himself. It didn't matter. According to his weekly recipe, he could still eat it in two days.
After that, Fu Xiao's voice stopped, and then he said: "Don't prepare the dinner for the little sugar cake in the future."
The housekeeper looked at Fu Xiao in surprise.
This, how can this work.
The little sugar cake was struck by lightning! He turned to look at Fu Xiao.
Fu Xiao glanced at the small candy cake, flicked the small candy cake's stomach and said, "Give him some weight."
The little sugar cake hugged his belly angrily.
What's wrong with a little stomach, what's wrong?
Isn't it your little cutie with a belly?
In the middle of the night, one person and one cat are lying on the bed.
The bedside table is bright with warm bright yellow lighting.
Fu Xiao leaned against the head of the bed, and he rarely put on gold-wire glasses, which added a bit of elegance to his cold and hard face, but it was only those deep and sharp eyes that no longer exuded a faint majesty all the time. In his arms, a smooth white cat lay lazily in Fu Xiao's arms.
At this moment, his slender hand turned over a book with a faint scent of ink, and the other hand was rubbing the belly of the small sugar cake regularly and softly.
Since what happened at night, Fu Xiao can no longer think about what to do when he sees Xiaotangcake, and he has returned to the past with one person and one cat.
Following Fu Xiao's movements, Little Sugar Cake couldn't help humming comfortably.
Under Fu Xiao's chest are strong muscles, which are hard, but the little sugar cake is very comfortable to lie on. There is a warm and safe feeling here. The little sugar cake licked his hair bored, he couldn't help but secretly looked at Fu Xiao.
Fu Xiao's chin line is very good-looking, his brow bone is very high, his nose is tall and straight, and his facial features are extremely deep, and what makes Xiao Tangcake even more admire is that even if Fu Xiao is already in such a high position, he will still watch some at night. books.
The books on the wall in his study are not decorations, he has read most of them.
Self-disciplined and rigorous, bold and careful.
Fu Xiao's eyes are focused, exuding a unique charm.
A faint adoration poured out of the little sugar cake, and at this moment, Fu Xiao seemed to be glowing.
Little Sugar Cake moved in his heart and gave Fu Xiao a meow.
Fu Xiao didn't lift his gaze on the page, just hummed.
The little sugar cake meows again unwillingly.
Fu Xiao turned the page and gave a light hum.
The little sugar cake playful heart suddenly moved from Fu Xiao's arms to Fu Xiao's chin, turned over, stretched out his paws and placed it on the page.
Fu Xiao's chin rested on the head of the small sugar cake, and he stretched out his hand to poke the small sugar cake's paw away, but it didn't take long for the small sugar cake's white claws to go up again.
Fu Xiao reluctantly closed the book, held the small sugar cake in his arms and said, "What's wrong?"
The little sugar cake raised his head and meowed.
The night gradually deepened.
The breeze was blowing outside the window, and there was a faint sound of one person and one cat.
Cozy and sweet.
It has been a week since Su Zening saw Director Angus again.
in front of the recording studio.
Su Zening glanced suspiciously for a week. Director Angus stood with an unknown foreign man. The two looked him up and down with an imperceptible scrutiny in their eyes.
What's going on here? He was brought over by Secretary Zhang before he even finished lunch.
Su Zening looked at Secretary Zhang in confusion.
Secretary Zhang said to Director Angus, "This is probably the person you are looking for." The person was found by Mr. Fu. As for how Mr. Fu found it, he did not know. Director Angus was shooting location abroad some time ago. The closure is filming, which was only recently contacted.
As soon as they got the news, they rushed over immediately.
Director Angus frowned and looked at the boy, who was a little thin.
This kid looks too young, is he an adult?
He and Wesson looked at each other.
Wei Sen smiled at Su Zening and said kindly: "Now I'll give you a song, can you sing it?"
This is the Su Zening test.
Because my friend is of Chinese descent, Weisen's Chinese is also good.
Su Zening nodded before seeing the song.
Seeing this, Wei Sen couldn't help but smile and said, "It's not too late to read the song before nodding." His song is not simple.
Su Zening bent the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed with confidence, and said without hesitation, "I can."
Wei Sen smiled, it is good for young people to have self-confidence, he handed a folder with songs to Su Zening and said: "Give you an hour, you can practice in the recording studio, but after the time is up, you have to record it once. It's over, you can't do it all over again, can you?"
Although he gave an hour, he himself knew that an hour was not enough, singing in the studio was different, any flaws in the sound would be amplified, and he asked for it again.
This piece is not simple, it spans a lot of scales, and it has a very challenging sound processing.
Even if the young man in front of him is really the person they have been looking for, being able to sing a song well is not the same as being able to sing all songs well.
Wesson does not allow any flaws. If it is inappropriate, even if the young man is the one who once sang the song that made his heart flutter, he will not give him the theme song of the movie.
The boy took the folder and looked at it. As soon as the notes entered his eyes, the melody sounded in his ears, and the boy's eyes lit up. He liked this song very much.
He didn't say more, and sat down in the chair seriously, immersed in his own world.
It was the first time that Secretary Zhang saw Yi Ning like this, and he was a little surprised. The difference between the person in front of him and the boy he knew was really big. The quiet but focused boy in the corner is completely different from the office.
It wasn't until now that he really felt that Yi Ning might really be the person they were looking for.
Teenagers are immersed in their own world.
Wesson couldn't help but nod his mouth slightly.
Just then the boy raised his head.
The two looked at each other, and when the young man saw Wei Sen, he stood up and said embarrassedly, "It's alright."
Wei Sen thought for a moment, can a teenager try to sing so soon? Indeed, the talent is very good. He gently said to the young man: "Then hurry up and try to sing it first, I'll listen to it first." He has always had a good temper with talented people.
"No." The boy's eyes were as bright as the sky. He looked at Wesson with anticipation and said, "Can I go directly to the recording studio?"
He likes this song so much, and he can't wait to hear it in the studio.
When Wei Sen heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Are teenagers ready?
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☆, 61, the boy's singing is not perfect
The boy in the recording studio with the youthful vibe of a young man took a deep breath in front of the radio, and nodded to the outside, indicating that he was ready.
Then the moving melody sounded slowly.
The boy's clear voice and melody sounded, the boy's voice was special, not to say how amazing, but it was very comfortable, always appropriate, with the unique sweetness in the air after the clouds and rain, and it was like early spring When the ice and snow have not disappeared, the cold and first snow is etched in the hearts of people after listening to it.
Outside the recording studio glass.
Angus, who was sitting in the corner of the recording studio, stood up excitedly and exchanged glances with Wesson. Years of tacit understanding allowed them to understand each other's meaning with just one glance.
This boy was the one they had been looking for.
Compared to Angus, Wesson's eyes are still restrained, but his white fingertips have betrayed his mind.
It's a song he wrote when he was young, with too many emotions he can't talk to.
After many years on the shelf, he modified the song to see it again.
His dark brown eyes looked at the boy with a hint of imperceptible anticipation.
Fu Xiao opened the door and entered to see this scene.
Behind him was Xiao Liu, who was holding a pile of documents. Needless to say, he rushed over from the conference room.
He opened the door gently, without disturbing anyone.
There were many people inside the door, but as soon as Fu Xiao looked up, he saw a boy with headphones inside the glass wall.
The earphones carried the trivial black hair of the young man, making the young man's small face even smaller, his blue eyes bowed his head, and the young man's curled eyelashes were thick and black, trembling slightly, just like a trembling in Fu Xiao's heart.
caught up.
He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door gently, walked to the middle of the crowd, and turned his ears slightly.
The melody of the song carries a touch of nostalgia, and the voice of the boy is like a train of time passing slowly, bringing people back to memory in the evening at dusk on the rooftop of the playground, where the light yellow light fills the red runway.
It was the purest and most beautiful age.
But for Fu Xiao, that time was also the busiest. He was always running around in the company and his studies, like a tree silently absorbing nutrients, growing up constantly, in order to resist the unknown wind and rain in the future.
Forever alone, in a hurry.
Are you lonely?
Mostly and lonely.
Do you regret it?
Never regretted it.
He was thus freed.
Fu Xiao lowered his head and chuckled lightly, his eyes lifted and the unpredictable teenager bumped into a full heart.
The young man's eyes looked at him as if the stars were lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up.
Fu Xiao also smiled for no reason, just because the young man smiled.
He never imagined that one day he would also be delighted by the joy of others.
The two stared at each other, neither of them was willing to let go first.
Fu Xiao leaned against the wall and felt a throbbing in his heart inexplicably. He stretched out his hand and pulled the bow tie down. Inexplicably, he suddenly thought that he would always be the only one in the eyes of the young man, and it didn't seem to be a bad thing.
The lights in the recording studio were all on the boy, but Fu Xiao felt that there was nothing around him that was more dazzling than the boy. His young man was like a prince sitting on a throne in fancy clothes, worthy of all the praise in the world.
He seemed to be the light itself.
Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on his boy, but the boy's eyes were only him.
Think of this.
Fu Xiao couldn't help but breathe quickly.
A song ends.
No one spoke in the studio.
Su Zening walked out, rushed towards Fu Xiao with a smile, looked at Fu Xiao and said with joy, "How is it?"
Fu Xiao was silent for a moment, his throat tightened slightly, and he stared at Su Zening for a while and said, "Okay."
The young man smiled even more happily, brought his face close, the tip of his nose was very close to Fu Xiaoli, Fu Xiao seemed to be able to feel the hot and humid breath on the tip of his nose, the young man seemed to be saying something, but he paid attention and didn't hear anything.
He just wanted to stretch out his hand and pull Ning Ning into his arms fiercely, so that the tip of Ning Ning's fair nose slammed into his chest.
He took a step back and said to Angus, "Is that the person you're looking for?"
Angus knew nothing of the undercurrent surging between the two, and said with joy, "Yes." He looked at Wesson.
Wesson nodded slightly hesitantly.
The boy's voice has a wide range, and it is not difficult to sing any range. And his voice seems to be born with the ability to express emotions, and the use of skills is flawless. He has never seen such a perfect person who integrates emotions and skills. The air tone expresses hesitation, the vibrato expresses excitement, and always uses it appropriately. , as perfect as a textbook.
It's hard.
But the emotion of the song is not only conveyed by expression, but more of the singer's inner feelings.
But the young man did not.
That's why sometimes some songs are so messed up in their singing techniques that they can still be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
And the juvenile is perfect like a beautiful and delicate doll in the cupboard.
Beautiful but not real.
Pretty and shockingly underwhelming.
It can't be said that the boy did not handle the songs well. The boy was definitely one of the most talented people he had ever seen. He sang the theme song more than enough, but he had high regard for the boy and hoped that others would do better.
But Wei Sen himself felt that he was too hard to bear. The young man in front of him was only less than twenty years old. How could he ask him to understand the many emotions in the world?
What he thought, others were completely ignorant.
Angus glanced at Fu Xiao and Su Zening. Su Zening stood behind Fu Xiao and could not help but secretly glance at Fu Xiao from time to time.
Angus knew it in his heart, he said to Fu Xiao, "I hope he can participate in the recording of our theme song, other conditions are easy to say." Although they did not notice it themselves, there seemed to be a barrier between the two, separating the others. .
Between the two, it was Fu Xiao who obviously made the decision.
Fat fish is fat fish!
Cat food is coming in again.
Su Zening's eyes lit up and turned his head to look at Fu Xiao pitifully. He forgot that he was not a sugar cake now, and he didn't need Fu Xiao's consent.
Fu Xiao said as usual: "Okay, you can send me the contract."
The two of them didn't find it strange at all.
Xiao Liu, who had been a wallflower behind them for a long time, looked at them tangled and hesitated.
Director Angus was content and Wesson left to start working on a contract.
Su Zening and Fu Xiao walked out one after the other. As President Fu, Fu Xiao followed Su Zening's footsteps.
None of them found it strange.
The only bad thing is that Xiao Liu's expression is more tangled, as if he has discovered a shocking secret, and he is entangled in whether to say it or not.
Xiao Liu and Secretary Zhang, who were a few steps away from the two, walked side by side.
Secretary Zhang glanced at him, pushed his glasses expressionlessly and said, "Do you know why some people can live a hundred years?"
Xiao Liu: ? ? ?
Secretary Zhang said with a smile, "Because they never mind their own business."
Xiao Liu only felt a chill rise from his spine, and Fu Zhi said in his heart, "I don't know anything."
Secretary Zhang sneered: "If a third person knows—"
Xiao Liu swore: "I definitely won't, if I bring someone up to see you."
Secretary Zhang walked away satisfied.
Following behind Su Zening, Fu Xiao looked at the young man's back. Under the white shirt, the young man's butterfly bones were looming, fragile but beautiful, which made Fu Xiao feel a sense of protection.
"Yining." Fu Xiao couldn't help but said in his heart.
Su Zening turned his head and looked at Fu Xiao with a puzzled look on his face.
What is Fu Xiao going to say to him?
Fu Xiao was silent, just looking at him, Fu Xiao's eyes were like the stars, there were too many things that Su Zening couldn't understand.
After the two looked at each other for a moment of silence, Su Zening's heart was beating wildly. Then Fu Xiao smiled suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to himself. Su Ze, you can't help but feel a little nervous, what is Fu Xiao trying to do when he reaches out his hand?
The hand kept getting closer to Su Zening, and then placed it on Su Zening's hair. Fu Xiao pressed down the hair strands on the boy's forehead that had just been raised because he was wearing headphones, "My hair is messed up."
Su Zening suddenly felt a little disappointed, but he disappeared in an instant. The young man jumped aside angrily and said angrily, "Don't touch my hair."
Xiao Liu, who was following behind the two, shivered, and only felt a chill in his neck.
Even if he sewed his mouth shut.
I can't stand the party's crazy leaks.
This floor is all the top recording studios under Xingchen, each of which has an investment of more than eight figures, and the effect is well-known in the industry.
Suddenly there was a commotion from the recording studio next door.
The crowd's attention was drawn to the past.
The recording engineer of the recording studio said angrily: "Rules are rules. The recording studio can only make appointments for a maximum of three days at a time."
A female voice next to him sneered: "When is this the rule, I used to make appointments for a week."
That person is Feng Jiaming.
When she saw everyone looking over, she looked at Fu Xiao and the half-eldest child beside him who she didn't know, and she was in a complicated mood. She just saw Fu Xiao put his hand on the top of the person's head. She knows Fu Xiao. Fu Xiao keeps a distance from everyone, and always resists others from entering his world. She has never been so close to others. She is inexplicable. The taste, always thinking about the relationship between the two in my mind.
At this time, the recording engineer pushed back three and four, and Feng Jiaming was in a worse mood. She explained to the new recording engineer, "You just came, maybe you don't know. I was a week ago, why can't I do it this time?"
The recording engineer was very aggrieved and said: "No, no, no, this is the set rule."
Feng Jiaming is angry and funny. She has used this recording studio for so many years, and she has never heard of this rule. She said, "Who could make this rule?"
At this time, the supervisor came, saw Feng Jiaming and smiled apologetically: "Miss Feng, it's not that we are embarrassing you, this is indeed our rule here."
Feng Jiaming said in disbelief, "But there was none before."
The supervisor faltered and didn't know what to say.
It's busy over there.
Fu Xiao didn't care at all, and took Su Zening to wait for the elevator at the road crossing.
Secretary Zhang couldn't help but came over and sneered, and said to the main channel, "Just say it directly."
The supervisor glanced at Secretary Zhang and said, "I see that the recording studio was built by Mr. Fu's private funds. Naturally, we don't have to abide by the rules here, but now—" He didn't say anything, and Feng Jiaming also understood.
Why let her use it now?
Secretary Zhang looked at Feng Jiaming and shook his head.
Mr. Fu's recording studio in the villa, Feng Jiaming always refused to go, so Mr. Fu built one in the company. With the money he paid, naturally Feng Jiaming could use it as an exception and not only use it first, but also use it for as long as he wanted. .
As for now-
Secretary Zhang had already informed him that Feng Jiaming would never be that exception again.
Is it Fu Xiao again?
Over the past few days, she deeply felt that different Feng Jiaming was already numb, and she couldn't help looking in the direction of Fu Xiao and the young man with a blank expression.
The elevator came, but Fu Xiao stretched out his hand, stopped the elevator, and let the boy in with a guarding attitude.
The young man didn't feel anything wrong at all, and walked in while looking up and talking to Fu Xiao.
After the boy entered, Fu Xiao walked in and looked down at the boy.
Across a corridor, Feng Jiaming felt that Fu Xiao's eyes were like snow that had just melted when it was warm and cold.
She was puzzled for a while, what was she thinking about.
How is Fu Xiao and what does it have to do with her.
These days Fu Wei lives with her. He is blocked by the entire industry, and no one rushes to hire Fu Wei at the request of Mr. Fu.
And she could also feel that someone was targeting her.
Fu Wei was not in a hurry, but told her that he could take advantage of this time to rest and adjust.
How is this possible, her dream has not come true, she has not proven herself, how can she stop.
Thinking of this, Feng Jiaming decided to have a good talk with Fu Wei.
☆, 62, the head of the family small sugar cake
Another beautiful weekend morning.
In the Fu family's villa, a snow-white cat jumped into the empty room, looking curiously at the baby in the room who was sucking its fingers.
Is this Fu Xiao's younger brother?
Such a small one. It seemed that he was not as big as himself, and the little sugar cake that accidentally broke into this room stood on the edge of the cabinet, raised his tail, kept his balance, and stretched out his whole body. The big cat's face was only a few centimeters away from the baby's face. He looked at the little baby curiously.
The little baby didn't know whether he was born with a big heart or what was going on. Seeing the little sugar cake, he didn't cry or make trouble, and his black eyes also looked at the little sugar cake and giggled.
One man and one cat look at each other.
The little baby suddenly waved his hand and stretched out towards the small sugar cake.
The little sugar cake was so frightened that he took a step back, and his body was stiff and almost hit the bottle next to him. Fortunately, he was quick to use his claws to stabilize the bottle.
As soon as his pad touched the bottle, he found something was wrong. Why is the bottle so cold?
There were dry milk stains all over the pacifier, and it seemed like it was half-drinked and put aside at will.
The little sugar cake pushed the bottle aside in disgust, and couldn't help but look around.
There's no one around here.
I have been here for so long and have not found it.
It seems that the baby is not being well cared for.
But also, Fu Yunxi is not sad about this child. There is no one in charge of this huge villa here. The whole house is heartbroken. Who would care about this little child.
Sighed.
Little Candy Cake stretched out his body and was about to gracefully go around the baby when suddenly a small hand stretched out and grabbed Little Candy Cane's snow-white fluffy cat fur.
The little sugar cake turned to look, and met a pair of black eyes.
Big eyes met small eyes, after a moment of silence, Little Sugar Cake said solemnly to the little baby: "Miaomiao—" Let go, you can't do this.
The little baby looked at the small sugar cake innocently, but some of the fat hands of the small meat pits did not let go, and giggled in his mouth. It's like you say it, but I don't understand anything.
This gesture inexplicably made Little Sugar Cake feel a little familiar with a guilty conscience.
After staring at each other for a long time, the little sugar cake was defeated, turned his head and sat beside the little baby, and fell down resignedly, so the contented baby Keke smiled and was very happy.
The little sugar cake sighed, and for the sake of you like me so much, I will accompany you reluctantly.
The white cat cocked its tail and dangled it over the baby's hand. As soon as the baby reached out, he immediately took the tail away. Repeating this, he never tires of it, and he enjoyed it with relish.
Usually Fu Xiao would not play with him like this.
It's good to play like this every now and then.
It wasn't until the sound of pushing the door came from outside that the white cat reluctantly disappeared from the room quickly.
It's early winter outside.
The thick cat hair of the little sugar cake finally has a place to be used.
On the green road, the snow-white lion cat walks majestically in the middle of the stone road, with a thick collar like a lion's mane, which makes the white cat look particularly handsome, and a pair of gem-like blue eyes that are deep and beautiful.
A servant next to him couldn't help but said, "What a handsome cat."
Little Sugar Cake's ears trembled, her head held high, her chest held high, and she was arrogant. When she walked to the servant's side, she slowed down her pace.
The green bush next to him trembled, and the chubby orange cat came out nimbly. It looked around casually, and then saw the snow-white cat in front of him, and his eyes lit up: "Meow!"
Little white cat! I'm visiting your house, how about you eat my dried fish?
The oily and slippery cat, which was originally majestic, froze on its back, and immediately threw its claws away without any image.
It is also a sin to say, since the fat orange was found to be eating and drinking everywhere, its owners unified his rations, three meals a day, and no more cat food.
But how can this stop the fat orange? Since then, Fat Ju has lived a life where he offered to be a guest whenever he met a cat, eating and drinking.
Small sugar cake of course refused to do so.
Just kidding, he doesn't even have enough dried fish.
Fat Ju looked at the back of Little Sugar Cake running away, sighed sadly, and then moved his nose slightly.
what!
Why did the little sugar cake taste the same as that bad human being that day?
Did it smell wrong? A suspicious look appeared on Fat Orange's face.
The little sugar cake ran away in a hurry, until he couldn't see the fat orange, he was relieved.
He didn't go back, but was thinking about another question.
The yellowish leaves have already begun to fall, and it will be winter soon, and it will be Fu Xiao's birthday soon.
What should he send?
And he also realized a very serious problem, he was going to give Fu Xiao two gifts this year.
One person, one cat.
Really lost. Little Sugar Cake couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.
He also gave Fu Xiao a gift before, a mouse that he had worked so hard to catch. It was simply his dark history.
Because a hamster later turned out to be someone else's pet.
After receiving the frightened little hamster from Fu Xiao's hands with gratitude, the owner of the house gave Xiao Tangcake a box of cat toys with a wink. As for why their pet mouse was in Fu Xiao's house, they Don't dare to think or ask.
What is he going to give to Fu Xiao this time?
Little Sugar Cake sighed, and walked to the door with a solemn expression.
Outside the door, silly Baitian and Xiaohei have been waiting for a while.
When Xiao Tangcake saw them, his eyes lit up and ran over and said, "Why are you here?" Since Fu Wei moved out, silly Baitian left with Fu Wei after thinking about it for a long time, and only occasionally ran back here. .
They haven't seen each other for a long time.
Silly Baitian smiled when she saw Little Sugar Cake and said, "I'm going to trouble you again, Little Sugar Cake. I'll move back and live with you from today." The short orange cat has round eyes, He looks so innocent, but he has a lot of ideas.
Is silly Baitian leaving Fu Wei?
The grown-up Xiao Hei next to him is already a majestic big black cat, and his golden pupils are imposing. Under the leadership of Elvis Presley, who is a three-day fishing and two-day netting, the diligent general Xiaohei diligently helps Xiaotangcake patrol the territory every day, expel foreign enemies, and resolve internal quarrels among the cats. When it's dark, it's much more low-key.
At this time, Xiao Hei stood up angrily and walked back and forth beside Silly Baitian for several laps. In distress, he said with a bit of reproach: "I just said that I can't trust human beings. What do you think of the result?" It saw Silly Baitian. When the filthy person appeared at the gate of the community, I was almost pissed off!
Humans are really not good things for the most part!
Silly Baitian soothed and licked Xiaohei's fur, and Xiaohei squatted angrily and turned her eyes to the side.
Little Sugar Cake looked at the two cats with puzzled eyes, and asked with concern, "What's the matter?"
Silly Baitian said indifferently, "I'm a stray cat again."
Little Sugar Cake said in surprise, "Where's Fu Wei?"
Silly Baitian said casually: "Probably quarreling with that woman, I can't stay at home anymore."
Quarrel with Feng Jiaming?
Don't they have a good relationship? Why are they fighting?
I haven't waited for the little sugar cake to react. Xiao Hei jumped up and waved his claws angrily: "But you're still injured!"
Little Sugar Cake looked down and found that silly Baitian's front paws were twisted unnaturally, his eyes widened——
How is this going? Could it be that Fu Wei still beats cats? He's not like that.
Silly Baitian looked at the injury on her foot and said indifferently, "It wasn't him, it was they who accidentally injured me during the quarrel. It was all minor injuries."
It doesn't blame Fu Wei, Fu Wei didn't do it on purpose.
It's just that the woman's tone was already very dissatisfied that Fu Wei was with her at home every day.
Not wanting to embarrass Fu Wei, it left directly. After all, it is not a cat that can't live without people.
It's just that although it doesn't like that woman, it doesn't understand why two good people become like this.
Didn't they clearly love each other and finally got together?
Humans are really strange creatures.
The little sugar cake understands a little.
This time Feng Jiaming and Fu Wei got together ahead of time. Feng Jiaming did not get the status of the queen of songs that he wanted. He has a strong obsession in his career, and he can't achieve the Yun Danfeng in the original book. He despised fame and fortune, and Fu Wei did not have the stability and tolerance in the original work.
The two did not want to experience many ups and downs together and grow as they did.
And the obstacles they encountered this time were far greater than the last time.
It's not surprising that the two immature people are now like this.
After meeting with Xiaotangcake, silly Baitian was about to leave with Xiaohei, and that little hurt silly Baitian didn't care about raising her for two days.
Seeing silly Baitian holding a paw, limping ready to leave.
The little sugar cake couldn't bear it.
When he saw the backs of the two cats leaving each other, he couldn't help but said, "Would you like to stay in my house after you have healed your injuries before leaving?"
Silly Baitian hesitated: "This is not good, after all, your master is here, he may not agree."
Little Sugar Cake puffed out her chest and waved her paws as she promised proudly, "Our family listens to me, and I am the head of the family."
Silly Bai Tian saw Xiao Tang Cake's confident look, and envied: "You are so powerful that you can make the master listen to you."
Small sugar cakes have a very high status at home.
The head of the family, Little Sugar Cake, smiled with a guilty conscience.
So, after a while—
Fu Xiao, who was in the study, saw a snow-white dumpling who came in through the door, with a pleasing smile, an infrared laser pointer in his mouth, and walked to his legs, his blue eyes were watery. , obediently rubbed against his feet, his fluffy tail swayed slightly.
Fu Xiao raised his eyebrows, put down the pen in his hand, and stretched out his hand.
The little sugar cake lay down obediently, revealing her snow-white belly, and screamed softly, holding his hand, innocent and innocent.
No matter what.
Fu Xiao, who had long been accustomed to it, sighed helplessly and said, "Tell me, what's the matter."
☆, 63, small sugar cakes for entertaining friends
After betraying countless morals, the little sugar cake who lost his power and humiliated the country finally got Fu Xiao to agree to let silly Baitian and Xiaohe stay.
Walking out of the door of the study, the meticulous little sugar cake, who had always taken care of him, walked over to Silly Baitian with tears in his eyes and said, "You can stay."
Silly Baitian breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled sweetly at Little Sugar Cake: "You're amazing, Little Sugar Cake."
Little Sugar Cake reluctantly smiled and said, "Of course, I'll tell the truth at home."
But his heart couldn't help but rumbling.
Silly Baitian's claws were only swollen a little, but it wasn't serious, and it would get better after a period of rest, so the little sugar cake didn't grind Fu Xiao to call the doctor. Like the owner, Xiao Tang Gao took Silly Bai Tian and Xiao Hei to visit his home.
So, this afternoon, saw snow-white hairy balls with one orange, one black and two balls kept going in and out of each room.
The three cats still put their heads together and meow.
It's as cute as it can be.
The housekeeper passed by and couldn't help bending down to touch the fluffy head of Little Sugar Cake and said with a smile, "Little Sugar Cake brought friends home to play."
The little sugar cake raised his head and shook his fluffy tail proudly: "Meow~"
Little Sugar Cake climbed upstairs with silly Baitian and Xiaohei.
The white cat jumped up a floor vigorously, and Xiao Hei followed closely. After waiting for a long time, the two cats saw silly Baitian fluttering her short legs and moving up the stairs little by little.
Xiao Hei ran back in spite of the iron, the strong and strong black cat held the back of the neck of the cute orange cat, and the orange cat curled its tail obediently, as if used to it.
After arriving at the destination, silly Baitian licked Xiaohei's hair intimately: "Thank you."
Xiao Hei rolled his eyes uncomfortably and said, "Hmph, thank you, thank you."
The little sugar cake, who couldn't bear to look directly, covered his eyes, and then pushed open the door on the top floor.
The top floor was opened up into a room, where there were all kinds of candy cakes and toys, as well as a cat climbing frame like a small house.
It's a cat's paradise.
Country cat Xiao Hei's golden eyes widened in disbelief: "These, are these all yours?"
Here are the things that my grandfather brought back and the things that my grandfather, the housekeeper, bought later.
Little Sugar Cake has not been to the top floor for a long time. Although this is his activity room in name, he was stunned when he saw this room full of things he didn't know where he bought it, but in order not to show his timidity in front of his friends, Little Sugar Cake With a tone that is all trivial, he said: "Yes, I asked them to arrange here, and they will put whatever I tell them to put."
However
As soon as the three cats turned around, they saw an entire wall. The wall was filled with photos of all kinds of small sugar cakes, from the size of the palm to the present, eating, playing, sleeping, all densely packed.
Xiao Hei looked at the sugar cake in shock—
That look is just like didn't expect you to be such a little sugar cake.
Arranging a whole wall of pictures of yourself is too narcissistic.
Silly Baitian looked at the little candy cake thoughtfully, and the little candy cake couldn't talk to his master. How could it be arranged according to his wishes? With so many photos, it can only be said that the owner of the little candy cake is really good. Like it.
The small sugar cake was also stunned.
Immediately, he realized that these were photos taken secretly by Fu Xiao, because the photo of him stuck in the vase was right there.
It turns out that Fu Xiao actually saved all these photos?
Why would he do this, I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to think of.
The little sugar cake's face was hot, and his expression changed, and then he suddenly stood up and walked to the side with his little paws.
at lunch time.
The housekeeper specially prepared a rich cat meal for them.
As the owner, the little sugar cake is very generous, and he distributed his own cat food piled into a hill to silly Baitian and Xiaohei.
When the housekeeper saw it, he couldn't help but praised: "Our little sugar cake is really sensible, and we can take care of our friends."
Since Little Sugar Cake has to accompany friends to eat, Xiao Tang Cake and silly white sweet Xiaohei squatted on the floor to eat today. The three cat bowls were placed side by side, and the three cats lay down neatly, revealing the round butt.
At this moment, there was a commotion at the door.
The three eating oily cats looked up.
Outside the door, Fu Wei broke in and saw silly Bai Tian heaved a sigh of relief: "Where did you go, you are worried about me." After that, she was about to take silly Bai Tian home.
Xiao Hei Zhan Mao stood in front of Silly Bai Tian, raised his tail, arched his body and roared at Fu Wei.
Little Sugar Cake hurriedly stood between Fu Wei and Xiao Hei to protect Fu Wei!
Just kidding, can Xiao Hei fight all the nearby invincibles?
Fu Wei's weak chicken is not enough for Xiao Hei's paw.
Fu Xiao came over and frowned: "Fu Wei, where have you read the books for so many years, what kind of words do you feel like breaking in like this."
Fu Weiben was also impatient. Knowing that his short legs were missing, he immediately went out to look for them. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find them. A friend reminded him that the short legs might go back to the previous place, so he ran over to look for the surveillance, and then he found out. With little short legs, he didn't care much, he broke in directly.
After breaking in, he felt very uncomfortable.
Looking at this brother who is not familiar with him, Fu Wei's heart is complicated.
As a child, he never knew he had only one older brother.
Then suddenly one day, he didn't like a strange boy brought back from his grandfather's house. Someone told him that this was his brother. At that time, he was happy because he finally had a brother.
Later, his mother told him to stay away from his brother, and he gradually got further and further away from Fu Xiao. Later, when he was studying, he was just three years younger than Fu Xiao, and they went to the same middle school. No matter where he went, he was the brother of the legendary Fu Xiao. He was very happy at first, but later he just got bored.
The two went further.
In the end, he went abroad to study. After all, although he and Fu Xiao were brothers, they spent very little time together.
He has always had a very complicated mood towards this brother.
Especially when he knew that he once had a half-brother who never had a chance to be born in this world because of Fu Xiao's mother.
Between him and Fu Xiao, it was difficult to say who was right and who was wrong.
And now that Jiaming is mixed in, he is naturally ashamed of Fu Xiao.
It's just that he really likes Jiaming, and if he doesn't fight for it, he will regret it for the rest of his life. He will never repeat the mistakes of his father. He must marry the person he loves the most.
When he saw Fu Xiao, he couldn't help but feel a little weaker, and hesitantly said, "I'm here to pick up the short legs and go home."
The short orange cat on the ground looked at Fu Weiyi with round eyes, then turned a blind eye and continued to eat his lunch, as if he had not heard anything.
Fu Wei took a step forward in a hurry.
Silly Baitian immediately took a step back, and called Fu Wei vigilantly, with a very clear attitude.
Xiao Hei was in the middle of silly Bai Tian, and for some reason, Xiao Tang cake saw a little spark between one cat and one person.
Fortunately, Fu Xiao came over at this time.
Little Sugar Cake breathed a sigh of relief, jumped to Fu Xiao's words, and chose a comfortable position to nestle in.
With Fu Xiao here, I am relieved.
Fu Xiao, who was touching the small sugar cake, said coldly to Fu Wei, "What are you doing? What are you making trouble at my house?"
Fu Wei blushed and explained, "I just want to take my cat back, I—"
Before he could finish speaking, Fu Xiao sneered: "Instead of forcibly taking your cat back, think about why it doesn't want to go back. Has your troubles been resolved?"
Fu Weiyi was silent for a while, and then he said, "I will explain it slowly from Grandpa. Now that I have found a new job and invested in Heishan, it will gradually get better."
In fact, he is not short of money. In those years abroad, he made a lot of money.
In addition, he was blocked by almost all enterprises in the city, so he was not in a hurry.
But Jiaming was very anxious, because they had a very unpleasant trouble with this matter. Fortunately, Heishan Investment threw an olive branch to him at this time, and Mr. Kong also called repeatedly to invite him to his place.
So he decided to end his recuperation at home in a few days.
But even so, he and Feng Jiaming were in constant conflict, but they always had to run in together, he didn't care, he didn't expect the short legs to run out by themselves.
Seeing this, the housekeeper said, "Young master, your cat doesn't seem to want to go back with you."
Fu Wei also knew if Little Short Leg was going back with him today, but he was relieved to know that Little Short Leg was okay. He knew that no one in Fu Xiao's villa welcomed him, so he didn't say much and left Fu Xiao's house.
Silly Baitian didn't seem to be affected at all, and jumped on Xiao Hei and licked the fur. The two cats licked the fur together affectionately, and played together from time to time.
The little sugar cake looked hot.
He also likes being licked.
If only Fu Xiao could lick his hair. Little Sugar Cake thought regretfully.
But he's human, and it's like licking and licking with them like this.
So the white cat was lying arrogantly on the sofa like a lady, fluttering its fluffy tail, pretending to look at the pendulum clock next to it, not interested in the play between the two cats, but from time to time the eyes that turned away had betrayed him.
Silly Baitian walked to the small candy cake with bright round eyes, leaned down and licked the small candy cake's hair, and said, "Come and play with us."
Little Sugar Cake stood up hesitantly.
However, Xiao Hei was much more crunchy, and rushed towards the small sugar cake, and threw the small sugar cake on the ground.
The three cats played in a ball, pounced, and squatted together sticky to lick their fur.
When Fu Xiao came down, he saw that the small sugar cake was on the body of Xiao Baitian, and the silly Baitian stretched out her pink tongue to lick the hair of the small sugar cake.
The gesture is as intimate as it can be.
Somewhat dazzling.
Fu Xiao stretched out his hand and called, "Little sugar cake?"
But how can the crazy white cat hear this.
Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Fu Xiao hummed inexplicably. He returned to the study and took the phone, sat on the sofa, leaned on the back of the seat, looked at the little candy cake that was comfortably licked by his hair, and made a phone call: "Secretary Zhang? I have something to do here. Let Su Zening come to my house, immediately."
The little sugar cake lying on the ground suddenly stood up, looking up at Fu Xiao's direction stiffly.
☆、Sura field of small sugar cakes
At the same time, another place in the Fu family.
In Fu Yunxi's villa.
Fu Wei looked at the little crying baby with a complicated expression.
This is the first time he has seen his half-brother, and his home has ushered in a new life eight years after he left.
Fu Wei looked at the child in the crib, but he didn't have any emotion in his heart, only a complicated situation.
He still remembers that although he came from a wealthy family, his father still spent a lot of time with him. When he was a child, his father often took him to the park to play. He happily played on the slide, while his father smiled and looked at him.
He always thought that his father would watch him grow up, start a family and start a career with such a smile.
And it all ended in the summer of the mother's death, in the hands of the child's mother.
Let him treat this child as his younger brother, he can't do it yet.
"Second Young Master?" The servant in charge of taking care of the baby looked at Fu Wei anxiously.
Fu Wei woke up from his thoughts. He looked at the surroundings and asked the servant, "What's his name?" Didn't see anyone coming.
The servant also knew that he was negligent, and said angrily: "Mr. Fu has not given a name yet, everyone is calling the baby temporarily." Not only did he not have a name, but if the paternity test was not done, the child would not have been able to enter the door of Fu's house.
Originally, the child and Mr. Fu were on the same floor, but Mr. Fu was too noisy and asked the child to change rooms.
Fu Wei frowned and asked, "Where's Dad?"
The servant smiled apologetically, "Mr. Fu has been busy these days, and he hasn't been home for several days."
Haven't been home for several days?
what happened?
Fu Yunxi has always held idle positions in Xingchen, and he has no rights and nothing to do, so he is so busy?
Fu Wei also knew Fu Yunxi's weakness and naivety in the shopping mall.
He asked again, "with whom?"
The servant shook his head blankly and said, "Second Young Master is joking. How could the reality tell us about this kind of thing? I only heard that it was a developer from outside."
What are the investors from outside? Does your brother know about this?
Fu Wei frowned.
The sobbing of the children in the room had gradually subsided, and at this time, Fu Yunxi's voice came from outside the door: "Is Wei Wei here?"
Fu Wei walked out, and his father came in proudly with a briefcase outside the door, and when he saw him he said, "Go home, why should the whole family make such a fuss, I will persuade my father later. ."
After Fu Wei and Feng Jiaming made trouble.
The only person in this family who still supports Fu Wei is Fu Yunxi. He probably saw a little bit of himself in Fu Wei, and remembered his ex-wife who died early, showing a rare warmth to Fu Wei.
The relationship between father and son has also tended to ease during this time.
Fu Wei nodded and replied, rarely calmly said: "Well, come and have a look."
Fu Yunxi sat on the sofa and smiled and said, "Don't leave when you come back. It just so happens that I have good news to announce today. I'll call your brother over later, and our family will have a good meal together."
After he finished speaking, he said to the servant, "Make more dishes tonight."
Candy can't pretend that he didn't hear it.
If he dared to lose contact all day in front of Secretary Zhang, he would be doomed when he went to work on Monday.
Where is the little sugar cake still in the mood to play with the two cats, thinking about how to sneak out and exchange Yi Ning.
He turned his head to look at Fu Xiao with a guilty conscience, and prepared to slip out as if nothing had happened.
Who knew that his paws had just taken a step, and a pair of broad hands hugged him.
Fu Xiao hugged him and sat on the sofa.
Little Sugar Cake played with Fu Xiao perfunctorily for a while, her blue eyes couldn't help looking out.
When will Fu Xiao leave?
But Fu Xiao was sticking to him so much that he held him in his arms and refused to let go.
He knew that he was handsome and good, but Fu Xiao couldn't stick to him like that.
This is really a cat.
The white lion cat's azure blue eyes kept looking out the window, but did not find Fu Xiao's eyes with a deep smile under the drooping eyelids lying on the sofa.
Seeing that time has passed.
Little Sugar Cake managed to spot a gap and jumped down from Fu Xiao's body. He had to go outside without caring about the others. Who would have thought that when his claws had just stepped out, Fu Xiao grabbed his waist. Pulled it back and held it in his arms.
Little Sugar Cake looked at Fu Xiao and was about to die of worry.
Seeing Fu Xiao's leisurely appearance, he knew that he would not be able to leave without Fu Xiao serving him happily today.
Thinking of this little sugar cake, heart is full, and will go out!
When he raised his eyes again, Little Sugar Cake's azure blue eyes looked at the man who was holding him. His eyes seemed to have stars and the sea in them, and the white cat tilted his head.