Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

Give me a chance to show off, Brother Cong.

Fu Wenzhou moved very quickly, and his position was well hidden, so the two people at the door didn't notice him at all.

But the policeman in the corridor on the left noticed him, and he raised his gun subconsciously. After seeing that it was Fu Wenzhou, the policeman seemed to be taken aback, put down his gun hastily, and silently asked him what he was going to do.

Fu Wenzhou lifted his chin towards the door, and the police understood what he meant.

But he was a little hesitant. Although Fu Wenzhou was more well-known, he was still an ordinary citizen. They didn't dare and were unwilling to let Fu Wenzhou take risks when they didn't know what weapons the gangsters had on them.

"Get ready for the car! Otherwise, I'll kill him!" The man in black at the door was already a little crazy.

The other two accomplices didn't want to expose themselves yet, but it was uncertain whether the man in black would suddenly confess to them, so they kept vigilant and kept their hands in their pockets.

Time was running out, Fu Wenzhou frowned lightly, and nodded at the policeman.

The policeman is still hesitating, he still wants to wait for his companion to come over, try not to involve innocent people.

But at this moment, the man in black at the door suddenly roared, and his trembling hands cut Jian Feng's neck into a deeper wound again, blood flowed down the neck, and was soon condensed by the cold air Some.

Jian Feng's complexion is not as good as before.

"The car will be delivered soon, and the money will be ready soon, please calm down first." Jiao Qiu said to the man in black in a deep voice.

The man in black said hoarsely: "I can't wait any longer, I want to see the car and the money now!"

Jiao Qiu's face was livid, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hand protruding from the indoor corridor, and the other hand compared his thumbs to prove that he was in place.

At the same time, the police who went to collect cash and cars also drove to the door.

The man in black seemed to feel that the time was almost up, he looked behind him suddenly, and shouted at the two accomplices: "What are you still doing!"

As soon as the words fell, the two knew that they couldn't hide anymore, so they immediately wanted to take out weapons from their pockets.

Fu Wenzhou and the policeman in the room ran towards the two at the same time. The two were startled, and immediately took out a knife from their pockets.

But before they could do anything, Fu Wenzhou kicked the knives out of their hands neatly, and together with the policeman, subdued the two of them one by one.

At the same time, Jian Feng suddenly raised his hand to block his neck, and then directly removed the knife that the man in black was holding on his neck with his bare hands.

Jiao Qiu rushed up at the same time as Jian Feng started, and knocked down the man in black to the ground in two or three strokes and handcuffed him.

The other police officers also rushed forward, handcuffed the three men and pinned them to the ground, and searched the body and found the remaining few knives.

"Brother!" Jian Cong ran out of the house, seeing the blood dripping from Jian Feng's neck and hands, his heart stopped for a moment.

Jian Feng raised his hand and touched his neck, then smiled at Jian Cong and said, "It's okay, the blood is from the hand, not the neck."

Fu Wenzhou also came over and said, "We'll take you to the hospital first."

"I'll take him there." Jiao Qiu walked over with a sullen face.

He grabbed Jian Feng's hand and looked at it. The incision was a little deep, but it didn't hurt the tendons and bones. The wound on the neck was also a skin trauma, and it didn't hurt where it shouldn't be.

"It's okay." Jiao Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and then said to Fu Wenzhou and Jian Cong, "Please take notes with our comrades, and I'll send the wounded to the hospital first."

Jian Feng laughed and said: "What is the injury number, you don't know my name?"

"Say less." Jiao Qiu turned to drive, and Jian Feng followed with long legs.

While walking, he turned his head and smiled at Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou, and said a word silently.

"What did he say?" Fu Wenzhou didn't understand.

"He said—your sister-in-law is handsome..."

"sister in law?"

"I probably haven't caught up yet." Jian Cong put the coat in his hand on Fu Wenzhou's shoulders with complicated emotions.

It seems that Jiao Qiu was the one that Jian Feng said that he wanted to meet by chance, but according to Jian Feng's personality, when he didn't catch up with Jian Cong, he deliberately said that sentence to Jian Cong. Worry.

Jian Cong sighed, frowning tightly, still a little worried about Big Brother.

Fu Wenzhou put on his clothes, raised his hand and gently stroked his hair: "It's fine, don't worry."

"I haven't talked about you yet." Jian Cong took his hand and held it in his palm, and whispered, "You scared me to death just now."

When Jian Cong saw the two gangsters taking out their knives, Jian Cong's heart shuddered. At that moment, he regretted that he asked Fu Wenzhou to help.

The scene just now was like a multiple-choice question, whether to save his brother or ensure Fu Wenzhou's safety.

This is an unsolvable problem, but Fu Wenzhou helped him make a decision. He went up to save Jian Cong's important family members, and as he himself said, he not only protected Jian Cong's family members, but also guaranteed his own. Safety.

Fu Wenzhou hugged him, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's okay, I said I was sure before doing this."

Jian Cong's eyes were sore: "I'm sorry."

"You didn't feel sorry for anyone." Fu Wenzhou knew what he was thinking.

Jian Cong felt that he was sorry for putting him in a dangerous situation for Jian Feng.

"Even if it's not your brother who is being controlled today, if it's someone else, I'll do it."

What Fu Wenzhou said was not a lie. He had no sense of reverence for life since he was a child. He even felt that sometimes death would bring relief.

Just like his parents, they not only liberated themselves, but also Fu Wenzhou after death.

That's why Fu Wenzhou was never afraid of death, and his education also told him that protecting and helping others within his ability is a virtue.

Therefore, no matter who is being controlled today, he will save it, because he knows that he can save it.

Jian Cong could probably guess what he was thinking and knew that what he said was true.

Fu Wenzhou always described himself as unbearable, but he was actually gentler than anyone else, and Jian Cong always knew this.

It's one thing to know, but it's another thing to see Fu Wenzhou face a dangerous situation with his own eyes.

"I might have nightmares tonight."

The young master who had always erected his thorns suddenly showed Fu Wenzhou his softest appearance.

He said softly to Fu Wenzhou: "So, will you take me home tonight?"

Fu Wenzhou's heart beat faster for a moment, and he immediately pushed forward: "Then can I ask for a little more welfare?"

Jian Cong pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

Fu Wenzhou laughed immediately, feeling that the risk he took today was well worth it.

But in order not to make the young master so frightened again, he should try not to be like this in the future.

"Then what, can you two take notes now?" The little police officer interrupted them embarrassedly.

-

After finishing the notes, the sky also completely darkened, and Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou drove back to Fu Wenzhou's house.

Jian Cong turned on the phone and found that Jian Feng had reported his safety half an hour ago, but his hand injury was deeper.

But it really didn't hurt any tendons, and it won't have any other effects except for the possibility of leaving scars after raising it.

In addition, the other party also showed off the gauze in his hand, saying that he will be taken care of for a while, so Jian Cong should not worry about it.

Jian Cong was a little funny, and didn't want to be poor with him anymore, but only asked him to take care of himself, and told him to try his best to catch up with his sister-in-law during this time.

After chatting all the way, Jian Cong also knew what happened just now.

It turned out that Jiao Qiu and the others were indeed performing missions there, and they were ready to withdraw after completing the mission, but they suddenly received a report from the hotel that there were wanted criminals.

Jiao Qiu and the others went out to the team again, but they didn't expect Jian Feng to be so unlucky to be caught by gangsters.

"Why do I feel that my brother is so lucky that he was injured?" Jian Cong said speechlessly.

Fu Wenzhou laughed and said, "Maybe it's because I have the opportunity to get close to someone I like."

"But I always feel that Officer Jiao doesn't look like someone who will be tricked."

Fu Wenzhou took it seriously, and the two chatted casually, and soon arrived at Fu Wenzhou's house.

Fu Wenzhou's house is not far from the community where Jian Cong's family lives, and it's very private, and most of the community is populated by celebrities, so it can be regarded as a large dormitory in the entertainment industry.

Jian Cong and the others parked directly in the underground parking lot, and then took a ladder straight up, without the possibility of being seen at all.

"When did you buy the house here?" Jian Cong asked casually.

"I bought it after I shot the martyrs."

"Oh."

The two fell silent, and Jian Cong gradually felt a little ashamed.

In fact, after finishing the transcript, he calmed down a lot, and he also confirmed that Jian Feng was fine, so the fear in his heart disappeared a lot.

And Jian Cong, who was relieved, suddenly felt that it was a bit embarrassing for him to take the initiative to say that he came to Fu Wenzhou's house.

But he couldn't take back what he had said, so he could only delay as much as possible.

But on the way, when he said he wanted to go home to get his toiletries and pajamas, Fu Wenzhou said that he had them at home, so Jian Cong's idea of ​​delaying time was shattered.

Of course, what made him most ashamed was that on the way, Fu Wenzhou went into a convenience store to buy some things they might need.

"Here we are." Fu Wenzhou opened the door, and Jian Cong walked in first.

Just as he imagined, Fu Wenzhou's home was "empty", all the decorations and furniture were simple and clear. At first glance, it was similar to a model room, and the atmosphere in Jian Cong's home was completely different.

Fu Wenzhou unpacked a pair of new slippers from the shoe cabinet for Jian Cong. The slippers were pink and white, and they were still a fluffy rabbit with long drooping ears that would sway as he walked.

Jian Cong: "?"

He stared at the pair of slippers in a daze for two seconds, and then looked at Fu Wenzhou in bewilderment.

Fu Wenzhou coughed lightly, and said, "I bought it for you because I looked good."

"Are there any other slippers?"

"Yes yes there..."

Before Fu Wenzhou finished speaking, Jian Cong opened the shoe cabinet, ready to find another one by himself.

But at that moment, all kinds of colorful and furry, directly persuaded him to leave.

"You don't have someone normal?" Jian Cong said incredulously, "I didn't expect you to have such a habit."

Fu Wenzhou laughed, and said, "Then you can satisfy my strange hobby, okay?"

Jian Cong was speechless for a moment, but finally put on the rabbit.

"Do you usually live here?"

"Stay."

"Then why is it not popular at all." Jian Cong said while looking around.

Fu Wenzhou's home is a duplex of less than [-] square meters. The first floor is the living room, dining room, bar and gym, and the second floor is the master bedroom and two auxiliary bedrooms.

Jian Cong turned around, and then he found that the most popular places in this room seemed to be only the kitchen and Fu Wenzhou's bedroom.

There is no study room on the upper floor, only half of the master bedroom is cut off as an office area.

In the office area, there are three bookshelves reaching to the ceiling, which are filled with various tomes, covering various professional categories, and there are also many novels.

The most eye-catching ones were the various trophies and certificates Fu Wenzhou had obtained, which almost filled the top two bookshelves.

"Eh?" Jian Cong suddenly looked on one of the bookshelves, and found that there were two shelves here, which were actually filled with things related to him.

There are records released by the Masked Band, a few magazines taken by Jian Cong when he first became popular, and many photos and stills of Jian Cong, all of which were printed out and framed.

Also on Fu Wenzhou's desk, placed in the most obvious position is a photo of Jian Cong when he was in high school.

This photo seems to have been taken during a high school celebration. On the screen, Jian Cong is wearing a blue and white school uniform, holding a big blue balloon in his arms. His hair, face and school uniform are all randomly splashed with washable paint. pink.

With a bright smile on Jian Cong's face, he said "yeah" to the camera.

"Why do you have this photo?" Jian Cong turned to look at Fu Wenzhou.

Fu Wenzhou stood beside him and explained: "This was taken by a classmate from the photography club. When I helped them run errands to develop the photos, I printed an extra copy of this."

Jian Cong snorted: "It's not good for you to hide other people's photos."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed: "My fault."

"Forgive you." Jian Cong turned to look at other things.

This kind of place full of traces of Fu Wenzhou's life, Jian Cong finds everything novel.

"Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?" Fu Wenzhou asked him.

Jian Cong shook his head: "I won't eat."

"Would you like some wine then?"

Jian Cong paused and looked sideways at him.

Fu Wenzhou just stared at him, obviously saying nothing, but Jian Cong blushed inexplicably.

"Then... a drink is fine." Jian Congqiang tried to calm down.

Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, Fu Wenzhou bought all those things, and they will probably really do everything that should be done tonight.

Just thinking about it, Jian Cong couldn't take it anymore, he was flustered, and he was a little looking forward to it.

Jian Cong sat on the carpet in the living room, shaking his legs nervously, but he didn't notice it himself.

Fu Wenzhou prepared fruits and snacks, and brought over a bottle of foreign wine.

"Let's watch TV." Jian Cong said hastily.

Fu Wenzhou curled his lips: "Okay."

Jian Cong commanded: "Then let it go, I want to see the martyrs."

He has watched this movie many times, but now because of nervousness, he desperately puts all his attention on the movie.

Fu Wenzhou didn't say anything, just sat next to him and watched with him, and sometimes he would talk about the filming of the movie.

The wine in the glasses of the two of them was full and empty without knowing it, and refilled when it was empty.

"By the way, did you lower your pay for this film?" Jian Cong suddenly remembered this matter.

In fact, he really didn't pay much attention to Fu Wenzhou before, he only knew what plays he acted in, and then he would watch his plays over and over again many times.

It's just that apart from the drama, Jian Cong has been deliberately avoiding news about Fu Wenzhou, so he doesn't know many inside stories and rumors about it.

If it weren't for the fact that the host suddenly asked about Fu Wenzhou's self-decrease in salary in "Singing Voices of Nature", Jian Cong would not have known about it.

Moreover, Fu Wenzhou's answer at the time was also very thought-provoking. It's not convenient to say why he lowered his salary. In fact, he can say that he thinks the script is good or something.

The fact that he didn't say so proves that there must be other reasons.

It's just that Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou were still arguing at the time, so Jian Cong didn't ask, and he kept forgetting about it afterwards.

Fu Wenzhou thought for a while, and said, "My salary was only 3000 yuan at the time."

"What?!" Jian Cong was shocked.

At that time, Fu Wenzhou had just won the title of Best Actor because of that "Brother". It was the hottest time, so how could he only have that little salary?

Fu Wenzhou just laughed, and explained: "The source of inspiration for this drama is the song you composed. I was always regretting breaking up with you, but I felt that I would go to you at that time. It would be better to wait for me to be better and wait for my Get better."

But he couldn't help but want to have an intersection and relationship with Jian Cong, so he took the initiative to find the director, and lowered his salary to shoot.

In his secret thoughts, he felt that in this way they could have some connection, so that they would not completely break off the fate with each other.

Jian Cong stared at him blankly, not knowing what to feel.

They obviously love each other, but they have been separated for so long due to various reasons.

Sometimes he didn't dare to think deeply, if Fu Wenzhou hadn't been brave enough to come to him again, if he hadn't been indulging in his love and longing for Fu Wenzhou, then they might really have missed it.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to be lucky or sad.

The smell of alcohol turned his face red and blinded his eyes. Jian Cong stared blankly at Fu Wenzhou's face getting closer and closer to him. He closed his eyes habitually until a soft touch came from his lips. .

Fu Wenzhou wasn't actually drunk at all, but when he kissed Jian Cong, he felt a little dizzy.

The film is still going on, the protagonist played by Fu Wenzhou is about to be discovered as an undercover agent, and the background music of the film is also becoming urgent.

And the heartbeats of Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou gradually became faster and heavier following the tight drumbeat.

Jian Cong closed his eyes, feeling Fu Wenzhou's slender fingertips gently stroking his neck, Adam's apple, and collarbone, all the way down.

"Fu, Fu Wenzhou..." Jian Cong's fingertips penetrated into Fu Wenzhou's hair, biting his lower lip impatiently.

Fu Wenzhou's Adam's apple rolled, and his hot breath fell on Jian Cong.

"Go to the bedroom." Jian Cong said hoarsely.

Fu Wenzhou picked him up and walked quickly into the bedroom.

-

Tonight is destined to be a harmonious sleepless night, and the audience of "Star Moon Streamer" also stayed in front of the TV early, waiting for the broadcast of the second episode.

When the time came, the program went live on time, and the re-edited first episode was also re-screened.

And the focus of this program is the situation of a few of them doing tasks in the dungeon.

Because Qu Banyan was implicated by Fang Yuze, there were not many scenes in total, and Qu Banyan also posted on Weibo before the show went live, saying that he would follow the show with everyone.

Obviously, she has completely walked out of the haze that Fang Yuze brought her. Fans praised her for being great and said they would crack candy with her.

And everyone also found that after watching Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou, whose relationship had taken a qualitative leap this week, it was really fun to watch the first week of the show.

The embarrassing and ambiguous atmosphere between the two was filled directly, and everyone finally got the feeling of pulling after the "ex" got married suddenly and fell in love together again.

[Wow, my God, is this the shame of reunion after a broken mirror and the overlapping of love after marriage!I was really biting the quilt the whole time! 】

[These two are really good at it!Knowing that the two of them are reconciled now, it's really interesting to watch this episode hahaha. 】

[Although, I am really more curious about the reason for their breakup. 】

[Also, Brother Fu said that he liked the young master since high school, so how on earth did he break up with the male god after chasing him? 】

[And looking at the state of their relationship, when they broke up, it was clearly the young master who had the bigger opinion, and Brother Fu also said that he was at fault.So what exactly did Brother Fu do, I'm really scratching my head and feeling uncomfortable! 】

This matter started after Fu Wenzhou said that they "did be together", and has been talked about by everyone until now, but things have become more and more complicated and difficult to understand, and they can't figure it out at all.

Today's show is still top-rated, and because of yesterday's advertisement, many outside fans also climbed over the wall to watch it.

From time to time, texts from various countries even floated across the bullet screen, and the hot search list on the Internet was also slaughtered by topics related to the program.

If there are fans, there will naturally be black fans, and many unknown black fans also began to appear, attacking Jian Cong with all kinds of messy language.

Of course, most of them are fans of Cui Jingwu.

After all, the entry of #Please Cui Jingwu Apology# is still on the hot search on the Internet, and Cui Jingwu, who has been pretending to be dead, has not responded until now, only fans are charging for him.

[Is this the impolite Chinese entertainer?I don't understand why so many people like him. 】

[I don’t know how to respect seniors at all, and I still want our elder brother Jingwu to apologize. Does he have the consciousness of being a junior? 】

[After watching the video of his singing, I didn't think he was very powerful, but he borrowed the name of the masked band, and his real strength is really not that good. 】

These funny speeches didn't even attract the attention of Jian Cong's fans. Anyway, as long as Cui Jingwu doesn't apologize for a day, the entry urging him to apologize will hang there all day.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know that Jian Cong did nothing from the beginning to the end, and it was Cui Jingwu who flirted first.

No one on both sides would admit defeat, and they didn't know if they were really stimulated. Cui Jingwu finally posted a post in the early hours of the morning.

[Cui Jingwu: I didn't expect that a casual sigh would be magnified and criticized, and I was threatened by the junior to apologize.

It seems that I am really old and not attractive. I have been sitting on the Xingyun Cup judges seat for two years. Maybe no matter how much I practice, I am not as good as a beautiful artist who can sing a song and become famous. 】

Everyone thought he was here to apologize, but they didn't expect the other party to be more eccentric than before.

Saying that Jian Cong became popular after singing a song casually, this is still a contempt for Jian Cong's strength, and it is also a true reaction of Cui Jingwu's pride and clinging to the old.

Immediately below, many fans of Cui Jingwu followed the yin and yang, and felt wronged for their brother.

Anyway, the general meaning is still that Jian Cong is an absolute junior in the singing circle, and should not be "disrespectful" to Cui Jingwu.

Jian Cong, who hasn't said a word since the beginning of the incident, was forced to wear the hat of "disrespecting the seniors".

Cui Jingwu also interacted with fans in the comments, talking to a higher place inside and outside.

He lamented the current entertainment and singing circles, saying that young people don't know what hard work is, and they can gain countless fans with a pretty face. It seems that people like them who practice day and night to make their debut and stabilize their status, practice is very unnecessary.

Fans of Jian Cong who are directly angry with these remarks have high blood pressure, but many netizens in country H are selectively blind. They seem to want a foreign artist to "bully" the "singing master" of their country, so they all ridicule Jane Cong.

Some people who speak for Jian Cong will immediately be labeled as "broken eyes" or "don't understand music but only know how to look at faces".

This incident has lasted for a day and two nights, and the two fans seemed to be on the same page, neither of them would admit defeat first.

Finally, at around ten o'clock the next morning, Jian Cong, who had just woken up, yawned and logged into his account on the extranet.

According to the copy that Hao Xian gave him, he revised and sent a paragraph——

[Thanks to netizens from all over the world for liking me, and thank you for your doubts, I will try my best to show it to everyone. /Clever/】

When the fans saw it, they felt distressed.

[Young master, this is not your fault, it is the other party who flirts first! 】

[You are already good enough and hardworking, young master, painting, acting, singing, musical instruments, photography... May I ask who can have so many skills at the age of 25? (Just ask Senior Cui, can you please?)]

[Young master, woo woo, we are not strong enough to protect you well. 】

Jian Cong was still a little confused, but when he saw this, he replied, saying: [It’s because I am not strong enough myself, so I don’t blame you. /Heart/】

If he had real masterpieces like Fu Wenzhou, no one would dare to say that about him.

He didn't take what Cui Jingwu said about him seriously before, anyway, he said what he liked, and it wouldn't make him more meat, and Jian Cong never thought that he would be liked by everyone.

But after Hao Xian woke him up with a call just now, he realized that he really had to respond to this matter, because if the trouble continued, his own fans might be so angry that they would not be able to sleep.

But because of this, Jian Cong paid more attention to the Xingyun Cup competition. He wanted to win, and he had to stand upright in front of this so-called senior and tell him that he didn't have only one face.

Of course, having this face is not a bad thing, Jian Cong doesn't think this face has brought him any trouble.

Jian Cong woke up, and immediately sat up with high spirits.

He wants to talk to Cheng Yingyao immediately about the music selection for the competition, and then he has to go home and find his mother to practice dancing. He must win!

It's just that he was powerless, the moment Jian Cong sat up, he felt a strange soreness in the awkward position, his waist also softened along with the trend, and he lay back on the bed again.

The whole process takes no more than two seconds.

Jane Cong: ".."

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his face gradually turning red.

All kinds of memories from last night flooded up in a mess, such a gentle yet strong Fu Wenzhou, those pleasure/sensations that made his whole body go numb, and the strange soreness that still cannot be described somewhere...

Jian Cong bit his lower lip, and slowly pulled the quilt up to cover his face.

Before he could recover, the bedroom door was gently opened, and Fu Wenzhou walked lightly to the edge of the bed and sat down.

He thought that Jian Cong hadn't woken up yet, so he wanted to help him take off the quilt slowly so that he wouldn't be suffocated.

But he tugged on the quilt twice and didn't move it, so he knew that Jian Cong must have woken up, and he was shy again.

The corners of Fu Wenzhou's lips raised slightly, and he turned to wrap his arms around Jian Cong's waist through the quilt, and the other party froze for a moment.

"Are you awake?" he asked with a smile.

Jian Cong said in a muffled voice, "I didn't wake up."

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Wenzhou actually gave Jian Cong a massage last night before going to bed to help loosen his muscles so that he wouldn't wake up sore today.

And that place, Fu Wenzhou was very careful when he did it last night, and gave Jian Cong some medicine before going to bed while he was in a daze.

When he woke up this morning, he checked again to make sure that Jian Cong was not injured before going downstairs to prepare breakfast.

But he is not Jian Cong after all, so I don't know if he still feels uncomfortable.

Jian Cong felt it carefully, and found that there was no soreness on his body, but he was a little weak, and his whole body was limp.

The most awkward thing should be there, but it's not painful, it's just a little swollen, and I always feel that there is something..

Ahhhhh!

Jane Cong is about to collapse.

Now suddenly his mind is full of Fu Wenzhou's stuff.

It's not that he hasn't seen small movies, but he didn't expect Fu Wenzhou's to be better than those professionals..

"Jian Cong?" Fu Wenzhou frowned: "Is it really uncomfortable?"

He raised his hand and pulled Jian Cong's quilt with a little force, and then he was caught off guard by Jian Cong's blushing face.

Jian Cong looked ashamed and angry, and his eyes were a little swollen from crying last night, looking pitiful and cute.

Fu Wenzhou chuckled, lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

"Leave me alone, let me die of shame and anger." Jian Cong's voice was a little hoarse.

Fu Wenzhou's heart ached immediately, and he took a water glass from the bedside table to test the temperature of the water, and it happened to be lukewarm.

"Drink of water."

Jian Cong glared at him, and sat up limply to drink water without his help afterwards.

His hoarse voice improved a lot, Fu Wenzhou took the cup: "Do you want more?"

"No, I'm hungry."

"The meal is ready, should I go down and eat it or should I serve it?"

Jian Cong stretched out his hand to him: "You carry me down."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed, and immediately hugged him up.

"Am I sinking?" Jian Cong deliberately shook his leg.

Fu Wenzhou walked downstairs with him in his arms, and said with a smile, "It's too light, so I need to make him fatter."

"Forget it, my brother and sister say I'm fat." Jian Cong sighed, "I still have to dance. Today's meal should be the best meal I've had recently."

Fu Wenzhou would not interfere with him in this kind of matter, so he just said: "Then I will prepare a fitness meal for you."

"this is okay."

The two went downstairs while they were talking. Jian Cong felt as if he had forgotten something, and he didn't remember it until he entered the restaurant.

"Brother Fu, I didn't wash up..."

Fu Wenzhou paused: "Well, I forgot."

"I forgot too." Jian Cong looked up at him, wanting to laugh a little: "Are you going to carry me up again?"

Fu Wenzhou laughed, and carried him back upstairs.

Jian Cong didn't do anything this time. After washing himself, he was about to go downstairs, but Fu Wenzhou wanted to hug him again.

"Stop." Jian Cong dodged his outstretched arm, and couldn't help but said, "Are you still addicted to hugging?"

Fu Wenzhou also smiled: "Give me a chance to show off, Brother Cong."

This "Brother Cong" directly called Jian Cong, and he couldn't help but said, "Call again."

"Brother Cong." Fu Wenzhou was not at all hypocritical.

Jian Cong was overjoyed, and went to hug him around his neck from behind, and Fu Wenzhou picked him up on his back.

"I finally understand why you like me to call you "Brother Fu" so much. "

"why?"

"Because I'm happy." Jian Cong kissed him on the side of the cheek: "I feel happy when you call me Brother Cong."

"Brother Cong." Fu Wenzhou continued to call him, and Jian Cong kept laughing.

They were the same age, and their birthdays were less than a month apart, both in August, and Fu Wenzhou was a few days earlier than Jian Cong.

Therefore, in this case, they always have a strange sense of ambiguity when they call each other "brother", and it is true that, as Jian Cong said, they will be very happy.

After the two had breakfast, they set off separately.

Fu Wenzhou is going to the studio. Today Hao Xian is going to sign Zhao Keke, and there will be a small meeting. Fu Wenzhou will go to have a look and decide on the future development of the studio.

Afterwards, Fu Wenzhou would go to several other companies of his, and it was not good for the boss not to show up all the time, so he might as well go through it all at once this time.

Jian Cong first went to Cheng Yingyao to set the competition repertoire, and then went back to Jian's house to find Li Chuman.

It took only two hours to meet with Cheng Yingyao, and the two of them decided on a song to participate in, which is a new song written by Cheng Yingyao recently - "Ride the Horse"

This is a highly difficult piece spanning from the lower octave to the higher octave, and there is a mellow opera tone in the middle, which is a test of skills.

But Jian Cong also learned the opera from his aunt, that is, Li Yuanyang's mother for a while when he was a child, and it is not difficult to pick it up now.

Cheng Yingyao was very satisfied after listening to him sing.

Jian Cong also thinks this song is very nice and has a very Chinese flavor, especially the opera tone, Cheng Yingyao's singing is very different from when he sings it.

"Little uncle, I sang your song before it was published, are you alright?"

"What's the matter." Cheng Yingyao said with a smile: "It's not that I can't continue posting after you sing."

"Besides, don't you want to compete? I know the judges of the Nebula Cup very well. They like songs with special styles, especially Huafeng songs with opera accents. They like them the most."

Cheng Yingyao also participated in the Xingyun Cup when he was young, but his strength was too outstanding, and he had not been defeated for five consecutive years occupying the jury seat.

It was that the other five star judges around him changed wave after wave, but he remained motionless, and later he withdrew himself from participating.

However, since then, the Nebula Cup has stipulated that the star judges can be re-elected for three consecutive terms at most.

So Cheng Yingyao's experience can't go wrong.

Jian Cong learned the opera tune from him for a while, until Cheng Yingyao applauded, and Jian Cong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Cong, this song is very suitable for the sound of Guqin. If you have enough time, you can try playing and singing by yourself."

Jian Cong's guqin is slightly weaker than other instruments, but it is not difficult to master a piece of music quickly.

"Okay, then I'll go back and practice."

After bidding farewell to Cheng Yingyao, Jian Cong returned to Jane's house.

He pushed open the hall door and shouted as usual: "I'm back."

"Cong Cong?" Li Chuman immediately walked over from the living room: "Why are you back?"

Jian Cong changed her slippers, walked over to hug her, and said coquettishly, "Why, I miss my mother, can't I?"

Li Chuman laughed and pinched his face lightly: "A married person still acts like a baby with mother?"

"I don't care." Jian Cong groaned.

"Okay, we are still young." Li Chuman smiled and walked to the living room with him: "But why did you come back by yourself, where is Xiao Fu?"

"He's going to the studio today." Jian Cong looked around and found that only the uncles and aunts who were working at home were there, so he asked, "Where are the others?"

"Yangyang took them out to play. I made an appointment with you, Auntie Meng, and they played mahjong in the morning, so I didn't go out with them."

Jian Cong suddenly realized that it was lunch time, and those aunts probably all went home for dinner.

"So have you eaten?" he asked.

"Not yet, I wanted to wait for your brother to come over to eat, but your brother said that he won't be here today, so I haven't eaten."

Jian Cong paused, his brother must have never told his family about the injury.

He didn't mention it again, but said: "That's just for us to eat."

"Okay." Li Chuman's eyes curled up as she smiled, and a little inconspicuous fine lines appeared in the corners of her eyes, but they were almost negligible.

During the meal, Li Chuman couldn't help asking how far he and Fu Wenzhou were now.

Jian Cong took the two of them together to see President Zhao's husband.