Act like a spoiled brat in the arms of the top Alpha

On the second day, Fu Fengning really kept the agreement with Shen An. He not only sent Shen An to the arena, but also accompanied him into the arena.

The competition venue was at the International Convention Hall. Fu Fengning was a punctual person. He came very early, and when he arrived at the front door early, there were bustling media going through the entry procedures.

There are also "messenger groups" from various provinces and other local libraries who are also going through the admission process.Shen An also has a "messenger group", but because Fu Fengning accompanied him, he greeted the curator, saying that he would not go with the group, and would meet them in the assembly hall.

Shen An wore a haute couture coat that didn't match her figure, put her hands/in a plush rabbit head warmer toy, and followed Fu Fengning's side step by step.

Fu Fengning wore sunglasses today, and he looked like someone who came down from the TV. Shen An walked beside him, looking at him from time to time, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he could confirm that he was very happy.

In his heart, it was like eating sugar.

When he was about to reach the gate, Fu Fengning saw that Shen An was going towards the gate, reached out and gently grabbed his wrist through his sleeve, and said in a deep voice, "Don't go that way."

Then, Shen An was led by Fu Fengning into a side door.

As soon as he entered, more than a dozen people lined up to greet him immediately, each mouthful of Mr. Fu, as if they were waiting for him.

Fu Fengning only nodded to them lightly, and then they began to say some words that Shen An couldn't understand.

During the whole process, Fu Fengning did not let go of his hand.

Until Fu Fengning sent him to the venue of the "Envoys" and sent him to the curator holding the flag.

The curator saw Fu Fengning, handed the flag to his companion, took out a bag of betel nuts from his pocket, and pulled out a small individual package: "Boss Fu, eat one!"

Fu Fengning looked down and said, "I don't eat betel nuts."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the curator: "You haven't given this to Shen An, have you?"

The curator glanced at Shen An playfully, and smiled: "Give it, why not, am I such a stingy person? Shen An eats it every day!"

Fu Fengning's expression darkened.

As soon as Shen An heard the curator talking nonsense here, although he was dull, he didn't understand why the two of them were arguing over what to eat...

But he could tell that Fu Fengning didn't like him eating this, and he had never eaten it in the first place.He didn't want Fu Fengning to be unhappy, and he didn't want Fu Fengning to wrong the old curator who was very kind to him, so he explained very honestly: "No... haven't eaten... the curator... is lying—"

Fu Fengning stroked the soft hair on top of Shen An's head, and helped him smooth out a dull hair.

When he looked at Shen An, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to have substance, and he glanced at the old curator who was smirking, and said to Shen An: "Well, be good. You are an omega, with a fragile constitution, and you are fine when you are at work. It’s good to go out to play, remember not to smoke or eat betel nuts.”

Shen An nodded obediently: "I remember!"

Fu Fengning patted his head again: "I'm going to the VIP seat, you guys need to rest here first. Call me if you have something to do, and see me if you're nervous."

Fu Fengning pointed to a high platform: "I'm sitting at the front, and An An can see it at a glance."

Shen An nodded happily: "Yeah!"

After Fu Fengning left, more than a dozen people around rushed towards Shen An: "Damn it! My friend...you...what is your relationship with that person just now!"

"I made a fuss, isn't that the president of the Fu Group? Don't think that we won't recognize him if we wear sunglasses!"

"It seems to be true! Fu's Group, is going to enter the cultural industry? Why does it appear here?"

"Oh my god, my god! It seems that I have to perform well! If Fu's group is interested in our things, maybe they will make some "reading baby" and "reading star", we want to be popular ah! "

"Wait! The president of Fu's Group is here. Our competition will be popular if it doesn't, so go directly to the trending search!"

"But having said that, you... who are you? What's your name? Which library do you belong to... What's the relationship with the president of the Fu Corporation?"

"You are an omega... It is said that Mr. Fu doesn't want to see omega, he is very fierce! He will kill omega... You are really brave..."

Shen An can ignore other words, but this sentence, for the current Shen An, is simply discrediting his Uncle Fu. He stutters when he is nervous, so he stammered without any momentum and tried to argue with that person: " No... not fierce!"

"Huh? You're not a stammer, are you?"

"No way... There will be an on-the-spot answer later, you stutter to participate in such an event... Can you do it!" The person who spoke did not have any malice, as if he was sincerely thinking about Shen An.

Someone whispered: "Don't laugh at stuttering! Not all stutterers are uneducated, some stutterers are also very talented."

"Hey, I thought I saw some gossip... This little omega looks pretty, but it's a pity that he stutters, so what if he won the top ten spots in their library, this spot, and can there be a relationship?" The opportunity to get in touch with President Fu must be nothing at all! If it wasn't for your stuttering, it's not like you didn't have a chance to give it a go... But no alpha likes to stutter."

Another person suggested sincerely: "Hey, little guy, I know an institution that specializes in treating stuttering, and the treatment effect is very good, why don't I recommend it to you! If the stuttering is cured, the net worth will increase a lot!"

Shen An wanted to argue that he was not stuttering, but he felt it was meaningless...

He felt a little aggrieved, because he was nervous, so he didn't speak well.

but……

He does not mean that.

The word "little stutter" pricked his heart quietly. It didn't hurt, but it was sour, which made him feel that the distance between him and Fu Fengning was even further.

Shen An looked sleepy, with his head down.

He never expected that before he had his own little reading fans, he would be surrounded by Fu Fengning's fans first.

Before it even started, he was nervous.

He looked towards the VIP seats, but he hadn't seen Uncle Fu yet.There is still some distance from the VIP seats here, and Uncle Fu is probably still on his way to the VIP seats...

The old curator was laughing and watching a group of little kids playing, but he thought it was fun when he recalled his rebellious youth.

But in a blink of an eye, Shen An lowered his head, and immediately took the banner from the people around him fiercely, and drove the young people around with the banner, muttering: "Go, go, go! Where are the little brats like this?" If you gossip too much, let your grandfather go away!"

"Hey, old man, don't be so rude! We're just asking!"

The old curator sprayed betel nut gas on his face, causing him to shudder and take a step back.

The old curator held up the banner: "Just ask one more question, Grandpa, I'm going to make your monkey's ass red!"

Shen An hid behind the old curator, grabbed the old curator's clothes: "Thank you...thank you..."

The old curator carried the flag in one hand, and touched his head with the other like Fu Fengning. He smiled and pointed to the VIP table: "Shen An, look over there."

Shen An looked up following the gestures of the old curator, and saw Fu Fengning walked up to the railing of the VIP platform with long legs.

More and more people around discovered Fu Fengning, and the crowd started whispering again:

"He looked over!"

"Who is he looking at?"

"I feel like they're looking at me..."

"Oh my god, he couldn't be looking at me! If I had known, I would have changed my hair color today!"

"It should be watching the little stammer, after all, they talked just now."

"not necessarily."

There were not many people on the VIP table, Fu Fengning had the best seat.

But he didn't seem to intend to sit down now.He was still wearing sunglasses, no one could see where his eyes fell, but Shen An knew that Fu Fengning was looking at him alone through the sea of ​​thousands of people.

Thinking of this, Shen An sniffled, and the grievance of being called "little stutterer" just now was also diluted a little.

Shen An moved his lips slightly, and whispered: "Uncle Fu..."

He vaguely saw the corners of Fu Fengning's lips curled up slightly, as if responding to him, and said, "Uncle Fu is here."

The author says:

The third watch is over, are you happy?Continue tomorrow!