What's wrong with me having a beautiful face? [Entertainment]

When Fu Zhaoyu was five years old, a family moved in next door.

In their villa park, it takes half an hour to drive from the entrance of the community to his house, which shows the vastness of the land.And that family occupied the best position on the top of the mountain as soon as they came.

Two days later, when the next door was finished, Mrs. Fu took his hand and went to visit him.

They were greeted by a very beautiful woman.

If my mother is an elegant and delicate Clivia, then Aunt Sheng is the most blooming rose.Just like her name, Shenghui, blooming flowers.

But Fu Zhaoyu, who was born in a wealthy family since he was a child, keenly felt an independent and capable temperament from Sheng Hui.

She is not a simple vase.

At this time, Uncle Qiao came down from the stairs. Seeing a visitor, he immediately walked over, and naturally stood next to Shenghui, putting his arm around her shoulders.

He touched Fu Zhaoyu's head and said, "Uncle's surname is Qiao, what's your name?"

Seeing this, Aunt Sheng, who was chatting happily with Mrs. Fu, slapped his hand: "Don't move your hands, if the child is willing, you can just touch his head."

As she said this, she apologized to him, with a friendly smile on her face: "I'm sorry, Xiao Zhaoyu, I've been pregnant for three years, and your uncle is also stupid for not being pregnant. You have a lot of adults. Forgive a fool."

Fu Zhaoyu was stunned, the palm of an adult man was so big and generous, the slight heat still seemed to remain on the top of his head.

His dad didn't touch his head either.

It wasn't until Mrs. Fu spoke up to speak for Uncle Qiao that he came back to his senses and said solemnly, "It's okay, Auntie, I don't hate it."

Mrs. Fu set her eyes on Sheng Hui's slightly raised belly, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qiao loves the house and loves Wu, and he is happy when he sees the child. How many months has Mrs. Sheng been?"

"Fifteen weeks, less than four months." Sheng Hui replied.

Turning his gaze to Fu Zhaoyu, he teased the sullen little boy: "If it's a girl, will I be your wife when I grow up?"

Fu Zhaoyu was taken aback for a moment, his face slowly turned red.

Immediately, the three adults laughed together again.

Adults are so boring.

Five-year-old Fu Zhaoyu became angry with embarrassment, but his eyes were glued to Shenghui's stomach, thinking: This child will definitely be very happy in the future.

It's a pity that the sky didn't follow people's wishes. Six months later, Aunt Sheng gave birth to a son who looked like a kitten.

Fu Zhaoyu's wife is gone, and instead, he has a younger brother.

Mrs. Fu immediately visited the hospital.

Fu Zhaoyu's father didn't come back often. During the days when Aunt Sheng moved to give birth, Mrs. Fu often taught her some parenting experience and what new mothers need to know. After coming and going, the two families are already very familiar.

Naturally, Fu Zhaoyu was also brought along.

After the new year, he was already six years old, and now he was in elementary school. He was taken directly to the hospital by the driver with a schoolbag on his back.

He stood on tiptoe to see the baby sleeping peacefully in the cradle with its eyes closed.

Light-colored hair has grown on the top of the baby's head. It is small, and its whole body is white and tender.

Seeing this, Sheng Hui who was lying on the bed asked, "Do you want to hug Zhaoyu?"

Uncle Qiao took the baby out of the cradle, put it in Fu Zhaoyu's arms, and carefully instructed: "Be careful, hold the back of his head, the baby is too young to straighten his head."

The newborn is a soft mass, as if it has no bones.

Fu Zhaoyu's whole body was stiff, maintaining the posture that Qiao Weizhen taught him, holding the child in his arms and not daring to move.

My mother also said: "It's so cute, Huihui, this child has facial features like yours, and he will look good in the future. What's his name, did you give him a good name?"

Sheng Hui: "Yinong, Qiao Yinong, his father gave it to me."

"Drinking a glass of wine at the Spring Breeze Pavilion, the mountain scenery is not as strong as one would like. *" Qiao Weizhen, a new father, said proudly: "It sounds so good."

Then Uncle Qiao, who was handsome for less than three seconds, turned his head to Sheng Hui like a big golden retriever and said, "Praise me, my wife."

Over there are adults coming and going, while Fu Zhaoyu standing next to the cradle focuses all his attention on the little life in his hands.

The little baby was very well-behaved, and even if it was moved, it fell asleep peacefully, drooling unconsciously from the side of its mouth.

Fu Zhaoyu was a little disgusted, moved his lips, and said silently: It's really dirty.

Immediately he thought again that he also came from infancy.

Wouldn't it be like Qiao Yinong, drooling in front of the adults, making a fool of himself for a whole year? !

Thinking about it this way, Fu Zhaoyu was in a bad mood.

At this moment, the little baby finally felt something was wrong belatedly, and opened his eyes.

The eyes are round, and the light-colored pupils are like clear glass beads, reflecting Fu Zhaoyu's face clearly.

The two stared at each other for a while, and Fu Zhaoyu's inner alarm sounded: No, I'm going to cry.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to call her uncle over, she saw Qiao Yinong looking at him and giggling.

"Haha, it seems that Xiao Qiao likes Zhaoyu very much."

Aunt Sheng's voice came from afar, and Fu Zhaoyu stared blankly at Qiao Yinong.

The child in his arms stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his face, as if he was curious about the brother who appeared out of nowhere.

"Such a young child knows that he wants to be hugged by a good-looking person."

The adults' laughter was far away to Fu Zhaoyu at that moment.He felt the touch of his cheek, soft and warm.

Facing Qiao Yinong's innocent and friendly smiling eyes, Fu Zhaoyu's heart slowly melted.

When Qiao Yinong was three years old, she was already a little bean who could stick behind Fu Zhaoyu and run around.

He straddled Fu Zhaoyu's lap, pressed his hands on his abdomen, and suddenly said with a serious face: "I want to give you a nickname."

Fu Zhaoyu's upper body sank lazily on the sofa, with one hand supporting his cheek and the other supporting Xiao Douding's lower back, in case he could not sit still and slip to the side.

"What?"

"Hmm... I'll call you Brother Zhaozhao, okay?" Xiaodouding thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

"My mother said that I am their little flower, and my brother is the sunshine, which nourishes the flowers, and I can thrive only when I am taken care of."

Qiao Yinong's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and two dimples appeared on her round apple face: "I know! Zhao in my brother's name means sunshine. My brother's face usually smells so bad, it must be because the sun is covered by dark clouds. Living."

He stretched out his hand to touch Fu Zhaoyu's chin again: "Will I grow a beard if I become Mr. Sun?"

fool.

Fu Zhaoyu thought, the cutest is you.

"Not good." On the surface, he curled his lips and deliberately said ironically: "It's so disgusting."

Qiao Yinong: "Then Brother Yu?"

Fu Zhaoyu disliked it: "You have to bring double characters?"

Xiao Douding was aggrieved, and babbled and said: "Father said that this is the way to express intimacy, so what do you want me to be called? Do you not want to be close to me?"

Fu Zhaoyu pinched his nose: "Idiot, your brother and I are already nine years old, so where do we save our face? You, just call me big brother."

Qiao Yinong threw herself on him, "That's not close enough!"

Fu Zhaoyu almost didn't recover from being hit by him, "I'm dead, if you are not satisfied, you can also call me big brother—brother—"

Speaking of later, the ending was deliberately prolonged.

Xiao Douding heard that he was deliberately teasing himself, and hit him on the chest angrily.

"Cough cough, it's okay, brother surrenders, can I admit defeat with you?"

When Qiao Yinong was seven years old, Fu Zhaoyu hurried back from school to celebrate his birthday.

The 13-year-old Fu Zhaoyu's body is like a sprouting seedling, and he is already in the shape of a teenager.

The 1.7-meter figure is as straight as bamboo, and the 1.2-meter Qiao Yinong is like looking at a little chicken.

Fu Zhaoyu's gift is a watch.

Qiao Yinong happily wanted to put it on her hand immediately.He stretched out his arms, sat on a chair with a little crown on his head, and dangled his calves.

"It's so easy to coax." Fu Zhaoyu buckled his watch for him, straightened up and teased: "What if you are abducted by human traffickers one day in the future?"

"No way." Xiao Qiao retorted solemnly, "Because my brother gave it to me."

Fu Zhaoyu paused and rumpled the hair on his head: "You really know how to please people. Don't worry, even if you are taken onto the pirate ship, my brother will drag you off."

At night, Qiao Yinong was lying on the bed, while Fu Zhaoyu was lying on his side with his head propped up, watching him say some wild words.

"I want to be Santa when I grow up."

Fu Zhaoyu: "Why?"

Qiao Yinong: "He can fly in the sky and bring happiness to so many people."

Fu Zhaoyu: "Need I remind you that Santa Claus is just a fairy tale?"

Qiao Yinong: "Hmph, Brother Fu is really boring."

The stars in the sky blinked and blinked, the little boy held his cheeks, and his eyes sparkled: "I am very happy to receive the gift. I want everyone to be happy, and I also want many, many presents."

Fu Zhaoyu squinted at him: "That's not what you said to your uncle and aunt just now."

He imitated Qiao Yinong's tone in front of Qiao Weizhen and Sheng Hui, and said, "I'm already very happy that Mom and Dad can celebrate my birthday. You are usually already busy with work, so you don't need to prepare gifts for me."

Qiao Yinong turned her face and patted him: "Brother Fu is so annoying, I just got a little self-willed in front of you."

"Ah, Meteor! Make a wish!" Qiao Yinong quickly closed her eyes and began to make a wish.

Fu Zhaoyu didn't believe in these things, so he couldn't help but be infected by the atmosphere and closed his eyes.

I hope mom can be happy.

I hope Xiao Qiao will always be free and carefree.

Fu Zhaoyu thought, you don't have to be so sensible, you can act like a baby in front of yourself.

Meteors are fleeting.

After Qiao Yinong made her wish, she leaned over and asked curiously, "What did you just make?"

Fu Zhaoyu turned over and lay on his back on the bed, clasped his fingers behind his head and said, "Well—I hope Xiao Qiao grows up soon and won't be so clingy anymore."

Qiao Yinong was so angry that she straightened up, and was about to throw the pillow at her, when she suddenly thought of something, she threw the pillow away, hugged it into her arms and smiled slyly: "Who was talking just now, the voice change period is so ugly."

Fu Zhaoyu: ...

Fu Zhaoyu: "Okay, if you dare to make fun of me, your wings are stiff, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he sat up, took away the pillow from Qiao Yinong's arms, and started scratching his waist and creaking his nest like a tiger pounced on someone when he overwhelmed him.

Qiao Yinong dodged left and right, rolling around on the bed: "Hahahaha! Don't scratch, don't scratch, I'm ticklish hahaha!"

However, Meteor's wish did not come true.

After that day, the family relationship of the Fu family deteriorated day by day, almost to the point of putting it on the table.

When Qiao Yinong was 11 years old, a fierce quarrel broke out between Fu Zhaoyu and his biological father.When I got home from school and heard the news, I didn't even have time to put down my schoolbag, so I rushed into Fu Zhaoyu's house.

The Fu family is located slightly below, occupying an equally large area, but it seems a little deserted.

Fu Zhaoyu lowered his head and sat silently on the armrest of the sofa, his lips were tightly pursed, and the profile of his face was as stiff as a plaster cast.

There was also a gash near his mouth, where he had obviously been beaten.

Qiao Yinong was a little uncomfortable by the oppressive atmosphere, walked over with light steps, and called out in a low voice, "Brother Fu."

Fu Zhaoyu raised his eyelids, "You're here."

He waved his hand, "There's nothing wrong here, you can go back."

Qiao Yinong looked at the flower stand that fell on the ground, and went to help it up: "Where's Auntie? I don't think she's here?"

Fu Zhaoyu said in a low voice: "I went to the company, they have torn their faces today."

Uncle Fu rarely came back, so he argued with Mrs. Fu about the company.

He asked his wife not to make trouble for him on the board of directors. Fu Zhaoyu defended his mother and naturally stepped forward.

"What qualifications do you have to ask your mother like that? What have you done for this family?"

"Tell my mother to let go of the mistress and the bastard you raised outside, can you say such a thing?"

His argument irritated his father, who raised his hand and slapped him.

Seeing this, Mrs. Fu was furious, and directly pushed the flower stand onto her husband.When the solid wood flower stand fell down, it just hit Uncle Fu's foot, causing his face to be distorted in pain, or at least broken into bones.

Helpless, the scumbag had no choice but to be supported by Ming Jin to retreat and retreat first.

Mrs. Fu realized that the other party could not let it go, and immediately contacted the board of directors and her acquaintances to discuss the next countermeasures.

Before leaving, he patted the child on the shoulder, sighed and said, "I'm sorry, mother made you come from such a family."

"People are interesting sometimes."

Thinking of his bastard father, Fu Zhaoyu sneered and said, "You can turn a blind eye to your own behavior, but ask others outrightly, what shame is there?"

Qiao Yinong didn't speak, but stayed with him all the time.

It was getting dark, and before the servants started arguing, Uncle Fu kicked them out and ordered them not to approach the villa.

So, Qiao Yinong clumsily made Fu Zhaoyu the simplest tomato scrambled eggs.

The food that the young master cooks for the first time will naturally not be very delicious, the salty ones are so salty that they are astringent.But Fu Zhaoyu didn't say anything, he just ate slowly, mouthful by mouthful.

The 11-year-old Qiao Yinong suddenly thought that maybe Brother Fu's heart was more bitter than that plate of tomato scrambled eggs.

He couldn't help but walked forward and hugged Fu Zhaoyu. "Brother, don't be sad, Xiao Qiao will always be with you."

"Besides Aunt Fu, you still have me."

Qiao Yinong rubbed his cheek against Fu Zhaoyu, and was hugged back tightly.

a long time.

Fu Zhaoyu suddenly said: "I will become stronger as soon as possible."

"Ah."

"Protect mom."

"Ah."

"To protect you too."

"Brother, I will definitely be able to do it."

The next year, Fu Zhaoyu chose to study abroad, and Qiao Yinong insisted on coming to see him off.

Along the way, he held back the tears rolling in his eyes, and finally broke out when Fu Zhaoyu was about to enter the security checkpoint, and rushed forward to hug him and cry loudly.

The shirt was soaked with tears, and the heat seemed to flow into Fu Zhaoyu's heart.

"I'm a good boy, so I can't be willful, and I can't hinder my brother's decision... But, you can't forget me." The boy buried his head in his arms, his voice muffled.

"Little Qiao, have you forgotten our agreement?" He said softly.

Qiao Yinong raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

The eye sockets and nose are red, the cheeks are white, and the whole body is crying like a rabbit.

Fu Zhaoyu wiped away the tears with a paper towel and said, "When my brother comes back, he will be your Santa Claus. You will have many presents, and you can be willful to me as much as you want."

——If I were the sun, I would use my brilliance to shine on you as much as I can.

The teenagers are still immature, so it is unexpected that there are more things in the world that cannot be achieved by human beings.

Six years later, Fu Zhaoyu, who set foot on his hometown again, would never have imagined that his younger brother would become such a hysterical, extreme and arrogant person.

Maybe time will always change a person, nothing is eternal.

"Fu Zhaoyu, you kick that bitch Lin Xingzhi out of the company! I want him to be ruined, and I want him to never appear in front of Guan Zejun in his life!"

"I don't care, if you can't do it, you're not my brother! Get lost!!"

The face in front of him is distorted by jealousy, and the person who threatens him with a stern voice is really Xiao Qiao?

Fu Zhaoyu said with a headache: "Little Qiao, don't just say such things just for the sake of an outsider. But if you really... really like that Guan, you have to use legitimate means to win it over. Just beating your rival is useless."

But at that time, "Qiao Yinong" couldn't listen to it at all. As long as he couldn't get what he wanted, he could say more mean and vicious words to hurt people's hearts.

"Ha, I see, you like him too, don't you?"

"All the men in the world are obsessed with him, what's so good about him!"

The young man changed the subject and said in a bad tone on purpose: "You are jealous of Guan Zejun, that's why you call him in this tone. Let me tell you, don't say you are not related to me by blood, even if you are really my brother, I will not allow you That's the one I like!"

There was a dull pain in the heart, but Fu Zhaoyu still remembered that when he was a child, he carried Qiao Yinong, who was tired from playing, and fell asleep, walking on the boulevard.

It was almost dusk, and the sky was a fiery red sunset glow, blowing wisps of cool wind.But he only missed the warmth of the boy's cheek against his shoulder.

The author has something to say: *Note: Excerpted from Gong Xu's "Drinking Spring Breeze Pavilion with Wang Zhongmeng Deng Yufeng".

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Fu Zhaoyu's name means abundant sunlight and light, and the addition of the word Yu means more and more prosperous.

He and Xiao Qiao missed each other, but not in that sense, there was no chance for their relationship to deteriorate.After all, when he left, Xiao Qiao was still too young, only 12 years old.

If Fu Zhaoyu hadn't gone abroad, there might have been some changes in later times.And if he comes back, Xiao Qiao is not controlled by a puppet, maybe he likes it, but it's like Schrödinger's cat XD

In the final analysis, it's all the fault of the puppet consciousness, everyone, let's take a bite! !

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感谢在2021-08-0904:21:11~2021-08-1003:00:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Misty Flower Crown;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!