The bodyguard I picked up is BOSS

"The most high-profile way to show affection in history! How did Fu Ling and the others come up with it! A mouthful of dog food!"

"Damn, I actually started crying!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah was screaming after Xu Guanrong appeared last night."

"I thought it was the big boss who brought the big star to play tickets, but I didn't expect to sing really well?"

"Of course, it's not a cover-up. Last night, their show had the highest ratings in an instant, breaking the record of this station. Fu Ling Xu Guanrong is really popular!"

Overnight, the outcry on the Internet was overwhelmed, and Fu Ling's fans suddenly increased from 300 million to 400 million.If it hadn't been confirmed again and again that the studio didn't buy fans, the manager Fang Lin would really doubt the authenticity of these fans.

But, Fu Ling, who always likes to browse Weibo, has no free thoughts today.the reason is simple:

Due to Xu Guanrong's willfulness, the wound on his back became inflamed. Fortunately, he was diligent in exercising, so the heat didn't rise again and again.

"Come, take another sip." Fu Ling passed the porridge in the spoon over, as if coaxing a child.

Xu Guanrong's eyes were sad: "Lingting, I can't eat anymore."

Fu Ling snorted coldly: "Hmph, wasn't he still alive and kicking yesterday? You can't even eat today?"

He originally wanted to settle the score after the autumn, but this person had a fever immediately, and even if he supported the injury on his body, he would give him this surprise. If he blamed him again, it would be unreasonable.

"If you can't eat it, forget it. The doctor said that your body is still relatively weak, and it's normal to have a poor appetite."

Xu Guanrong saw that he was angry and cared about himself at the same time, the corners of his eyes were hanging because of this, and his heart was soft in a mess.

"Actually, what I was most worried about yesterday was that you were scared to death and couldn't keep singing." He recalled the rush of rehearsals before, "What Tan Zhuo told me is the same as what I told you, you have to practice chorus and solo. But Fortunately, you sang really well in the end."

Fu Ling corrected him: "We both sang very well. Thanks to Mr. Tan, if it wasn't for his help, we would have screwed up that show."

"In the end, there was no danger, so I have an explanation to him."

"Well. But then again, how did you know each other?"

Xu Guanrong asked out of nothing: "What, are you jealous?"

Fu Ling almost punched him with this nonsensical question:

"Eat you big bastard!"

After teasing the cat successfully, Xu Guanrong was in a good mood, and began to answer the man's question:

"The Xu family used to be very close to their family. We knew each other when we were young. Then I went abroad and started a company, so we lost contact. After I came back, we had dinner several times. I swear, it was just dinner. "

Fu Ling was already immune to his "self-proving innocent" hooliganism: "No wonder he is willing to help us."

Xu Guanrong looked at him with a smile, probably because his body was still suffering from low fever, his eyes were not as sharp as usual:

"He's not just helping out. He's just like his father, a rich man. I promised to invest in his concert in the second half of the year, so he nodded."

Fu Ling chuckled: "Talking about the teacher's concert, it must be a steady profit, we don't lose money."

After staying with Xu Guanrong for a long time, Fu Ling also learned how to abacus.

"That's a good word."

Xu Guanrong nodded his head slightly, watching Fu Ling bathed in the bright winter sun, his whole body seemed to be covered with a light layer of down, it was unbelievably quiet.

A young sprout germinated deep in the soil, and stopped when it was only one millimeter above the ground, as if it wanted to break out of the ground based on the impulse at this time.

Fu Ling didn't know that he was looking at her, and just stayed with him as usual.When my back hurts from sitting, I lie down by the window for a while, watching the busy traffic downstairs.

"It's sunny."

When he was close to the window, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, and the eyelashes naturally cast strands of beautiful shadows on his lower eyelids.This reminded Xu Guanrong of the acacia that he saw for the first time in a book.

"The stamens of Albizia juliensis are slender and slender, dense and soft, and are highly ornamental flower species."

It was written in the book, and he also remembered it.

Until now, when the scene in front of him coincided with the incomparably beautiful thing in his memory, he finally decided what was going on, and said slowly:

"Listen, I suddenly remembered something."

"Ah?" Fu Ling rested her forearm by the window, turned her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It was also a sunny afternoon, and we were in the ward of Phil Hospital."

"When? When I came back from saving you, I stayed in the hospital for several days."

Fu Ling originally wanted to say that this memory was nothing, and it didn't matter if he remembered it or not, but his eyes fell into Xu Guanrong's eyes, and he felt like an abyss overflowing with flower petals, which made one's heart knocked.

"Well, what day do you remember?" he asked.

Xu Guanrong continued to speak, his eyes were very determined, as if Fu Ling would say without asking him:

"That day, I just met you. I knew that you were my Omega, but you suddenly said that you would give me a dissociating agent. I thought you didn't want me anymore."

After saying this, Fu Ling also remembered: "You were still crying at that time, you were so stupid."

Xu Guanrong nodded: "Yes, I knelt down. But then, I seemed to say something."

Fu Ling pondered for a while, "It seems so, I don't have any impression, all I know is that you cry very loudly. Do you remember?"

Xu Guanrong frowned—it didn't seem to be going well.

Fu Ling went over to comfort him: "Oh, it's okay. The past is in the past, it doesn't matter anymore!"

"To restore memory, you would take me to do some things that happened at that time, and it worked."

"Haha, is it possible that you still have to kneel down? No need, anyway, if it's not particularly important, don't have to think about it."

Xu Guanrong was very stubborn, he even supported the bed board to get up, held Fu Ling's hand, and made him sit by the bed:

"You come."

Fu Ling didn't know why he was so persistent, so he thought about it carefully, and felt that those words at that time should be unimportant, otherwise he would definitely remember.

But what is this person insisting on?

Xu Guanrong's body was not as flexible as usual, and he even got out of bed slowly.Fortunately, there is no fluid infusion now, otherwise he would have to raise his hand the whole time, just like a primary school student in class.

"You, what are you doing? Didn't the doctor tell you to rest more?"

He stared blankly at the person in front of him the whole time, and before he stretched out his hand, he was pushed back beforehand by the other party—what on earth was he going to do?

Xu Guanrong was wearing a hospital gown with vertical stripes. Although he had been tossing hard for the past few days and his blood was a little weak, the frame of his muscles was still there, and he would not look thin even in the hospital gown without a pattern.

Because it was almost evening, the color of the sun was stronger than before, and it slanted in from the window, just covering Xu Guanrong's body.It makes people feel in a trance that he came from the painting.

"Brother Ling."

When Fu Ting heard him calling himself, he was shocked: "You, why do you call me that? No, it's not Fu Dacai who called me that!"

He felt that this person was bewitched, and subconsciously wanted to call a doctor, but he met those affectionate eyes, and he didn't move at all, as if he couldn't control his hands and feet.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, this intuition had occurred on the day of the New Year's Eve party, he was too familiar with it!

However, he didn't dare to think about it, and the current situation didn't allow him to think about it.Because the person in front of him really knelt down the next moment, just like that day.

Just then, he raised one of his legs and knelt on one knee, then took out a black delicate box from the trouser pocket of the hospital gown, and opened it with a "click".

Of course he remembered what he said that day, and of course he remembered every reaction of Fu Ling, which was a precious memory that he would keep for the rest of his life——

"Brother Ling, don't want me."

He raised his head in the warm sunset, holding the ring that had been prepared but could not find the time to give it away, and said something that made Fu Ling extremely angry that day, but now he is extremely moved.

The boy galloped past Rose Manor on a white horse.He ran very fast, and he didn't stop because of the beautiful scenery of the garden, let alone the butterflies flying on the branches.He hurried on his way without distraction, and left in a cool way.But when he just walked through the manor, he found an unremarkable rose falling on his robe.

The color of the rose was a bit pale, and the petals were not fully unfolded shyly, and it looked extremely jerky.However, the drop of dew on the top of the petals made the young man's eyes go crazy.The fragrance of flowers attached to his robe, and it gradually faded away the next day.

However, the rose fell and the scent of the flower disappeared, but the boy will always remember that when he passed the manor that day, a rose fell on his robe.

The sweet memory of life is this rose. After experiencing it once, there may not be a second time, but we will always remember the throbbing that touched the heart at that time.And each other who share this memory is guarding the fragrant rose manor together.

The years are quiet and so are the people.

The author has something to say: It's officially over, thanks to everyone who accompanied me all the way.I am touched~ Especially besides the little cutie who came over from the last book, I also saw a lot of new faces, Lao Mu is here to thank you from the bottom of my heart~

Then a few more words:

0. The domestic epidemic has improved a lot, but the cases have not been cleared yet, and the situation in many places abroad is still severe.Everyone still has to wear a mask when going out, and pay attention to self-protection;

1. The script of Xinkeng "The Star Chaser" (tentative name) has been released, and you can see it by poking the column. In order to ensure daily updates, give me a month to save the manuscript, and update it soon. Please support me~

2. In the process of saving manuscripts in Xinkeng, in order to relieve everyone's boredom, there will be more short stories (no more than [-] words), please pay attention to the "short stories" series in the column, the first short story is "Xinhuan or You";

3. Laomu's Weibo name is "Qingchamu", although most of the time it is idle and not doing business, but there will be news about new pits or old articles on it.Pay attention to a wave, follow and don't get lost ∩_∩

Thank you to everyone who sees here, Lao Mu will work hard to code and repay everyone with better works!