When infatuated by taking off the ring [Entertainment]

After posting the video, Fu Sinian was afraid and looking forward to it, holding his phone all the time, and kept swiping his phone when he went for a walk with the dog.

While absently stroking the dog's head of the fried bun, he kept switching on and off the flight mode, and clicked on Xu Luojia's dialog box to see if there was any new news alert.

Until the end, when Sheng Jian Bao was tired from running, he rested on his stomach on the lawn, pawing around with the ball, Fu Sinian was still persistently repeating the action of swiping his phone.

Because of that video, other people on the Internet were all blown up, and even picked up all kinds of Xu Luojia's endorsements, signed posters, Zhanjie pb, physical albums, etc. that appeared in Fu Sinian's house in previous videos.

There are vigorous discussions on the Internet: some people say that Xu Luojia's amateur husband is a dog licker; Xu Luojia's marketing hype; some people say that the two of them have separated a long time ago, what a husband and wife.

But after watching it for so long, the person who most wanted to react was silent.It seemed that he was trying his best to make a little noise, hoping to get a little attention from that person.

But it was futile after all.

Faxiao came to bother him again, but he didn't reply directly.

In fact, he doesn't mind losing face on the Internet.He was willing to belittle Luo Jia, it was a fact.

Fu Sinian sighed wearily, he sat alone on the long wooden chair, a bunch of dim yellow lights hung down above his head, illuminating a little light around the chair.Other than that, it was dark all around.

He felt a little lonely.

That's right, Xu Luojia didn't even want to listen to him, so why would he take the initiative to call him, even if he was scolding him, he didn't bother to scold him.

The place illuminated by street lamps turned from orange to gray, reminding him of the sharp corners of tombstones.Is it so lonely to be buried alone in the ground?

Fu Sinian stood up precariously, patted Sheng Jian Bao on the head, and said, "Go home."

When I got home, it was almost one o'clock.

It turned out that without knowing it, I waited there for so long with my mobile phone in my hand, but there was no news.

But to Fu Sinian, there is no difference between eleven o'clock and one o'clock, it's just that it's a little closer or a little farther away from the dawn.

After taking a shower, he held the pan fried bun and talked for a while.

But maybe he was really too tired, he used a white plush pillow on the sofa as a fried bun, and said a lot of words in a low voice, until the fried bun beside him barked a few times before he came back to his senses.

Fu Sinian was stunned for a moment, staring at the pillow in his arms for a while, then put the pillow back to its original place with his eyes lightly, then gently touched the head of Shengjianbao, and said, "Good night, Luo Jia."

Then go back to the room, turn on the computer, there is a glass of vodka next to the table, and quietly watch the vlog sent by Xu Luojia's agency.

Even though Wen Yifan, who is an eyesore, may enter the country occasionally, for Luo Jia's sake, let's bear with it a little bit.

His wife is really amazing, Fu Sinian thought.

When his wife kept her diary, she always said that he was very serious and focused on his work.In fact, Xu Luojia was more serious, and from his eyes, he could see light and love.

Looking at it, Fu Sinian felt that something was wrong, he repeatedly pulled the progress bar, picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, without looking at the time, he directly picked up the phone and called the private doctor:

"Is there a chance that vocal cord polyps will recur after surgery? What are the symptoms?"

Good professionalism made the doctor wake up in two seconds, and he explained the symptoms in detail.

Fu Sinian frowned while listening, while repeatedly comparing Xu Luojia's movements in the vlog.

Luo Jia occasionally frowned and coughed, and the way he held his throat made his heart twist, anxious and heartbroken.

He continued to listen to what the doctor said on the phone, occasionally jotting down something.

"Okay, thank you." Fu Sinian said into the phone, "I know that you will occasionally pick up work outside. I don't mind, but when I need you, the schedule must be available at any time."

The elderly doctor immediately straightened his back, wiped his cold sweat, and said, "Hey, yes, Mr. Fu."

In fact, as Mr. Fu's personal doctor, his salary is very considerable.

But his hands were itchy.

After decades of reading and experience, Mr. Fu is not sick at all when he comes to Fu's house.

There is no room for his talent to be displayed, so he secretly picks up jobs outside.

After hanging up the phone, the doctor didn't even sleep, climbed out of bed, put on his glasses, and made preparations.

Fu Sinian drank the last bit of wine in his glass, stood up, and wanted to fly to Xu Luojia's side immediately, arrest him and take him to the hospital for reexamination and surgery.

But after three seconds, he calmed down, knowing that this would only be counterproductive.

Fu Sinian took out his mobile phone, hesitated, struggled, and tapped a long WeChat message.

After staring at it for a while, I finally deleted it all, leaving no words left.Because he knows that his own is transparent in Xu Luojia's world, no matter what he says, he will ignore it.

He doesn't want to talk to me at all.Fu Sinian thought.

In Xu Luojia's eyes, he is a mercenary, restless and kind wolf and dog.

When thinking of this, Fu Sinian doesn't feel any pain.Maybe the more painful things have already been experienced, or I have been hurt a lot, and I have been exhausted, and I don’t feel much anymore.

He stood up, went to pour himself some more wine, and slowly thought about how to make Xu Luojia pay attention to his throat.

The white ice cubes were broken into small squares, picked up with tweezers, soaked in the wine, lightly collided with the dark red wine, splashed a small dot, hit the back of Fu Sinian's hand, it was cold.

The ice cubes sank to the bottom of the glass and lay there quietly.

Fu Sinian stared at the shaking ring marks on the bottom of the cup, and inexplicably remembered the time he went to the tavern with Xu Luojia.

Dim yellow lights, Baileys ice cream that was about to melt, blushing cheeks, shy, innocent and shy smile, that silly kid said he was not drunk.

Fu Sinian picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp. He wondered absently, since when did he fall in love with Xu Luojia.

Since when did it become like this.Even a word of concern has to be painstakingly thoughtful and careful, and it is bitter and unspeakable.