The actor's little sweetheart is soft and flirtatious

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"Book of love..."

The deep and gentle voice came to the ears, as if a feather was gently sweeping over the tip of the heart, the book's eyelashes trembled, and slowly opened his eyes.

"woke up?"

What came into view was a very young and handsome face, with dark and deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips, all of which were as beautiful and perfect as sculptures.

As if deliberately embellished, there is a small tear mole at the corner of the right eye, which looks extraordinarily gorgeous under the incandescent light.

The book was startled, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

"What's wrong? Your hands are numb from sleep?"

After the other party said this, Bo Qing realized that he was lying on the edge of the bed.

And it's a hospital bed.

He was startled again, didn't he go to Uncle Fu's house with him?Why are you still in the hospital?

He frowned, and couldn't remember what happened before.

Bo Qing couldn't help but look up at the person on the hospital bed.

This is a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although the boy is not very old, there is a calmness that does not belong to his peers in his eyes.

"Who are you?" he asked.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled lowly, brushing the tip of his nose affectionately with his slender fingers, "Qingqing, are you sleepy?"

Boqing's eyes followed that slender finger blankly, and the tip of his nose seemed to still have the warmth of the other's finger.

This scene……

Deja Vu.

"Qing...Qing?" He looked a little dazed, "You mean...I'm Qingqing?"

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be joking, the young man withdrew his smile, stretched out his hand to check the temperature on his forehead, and after feeling normal, he heaved a sigh of relief: "Qingqing, is this because you are too tired to guard me?"

He grabbed Boqing's hand naturally, and pinched it with moderate strength with his slender fingers, "I'll pinch it for you."

The young man's movements were very gentle, as if he was treating himself... his beloved.

I was taken aback for a moment, not understanding why I would describe myself as "the one I love".

Seeing the young man's eyes drooping slightly and his expression earnestly pinching his hands, his heart throbbed and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He seemed to... like the boy's touch very much.

"click..."

At this time, the door of the ward was opened, and an old man with gray hair walked in.

The young man raised his eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "Morning."

That cold expression, and the gentleness when dealing with the book, are completely different.

Perhaps because he was used to his attitude, the old man was not angry, and put the breakfast in his hand on the dining table in the room one by one.

He said with a smile, "You have worked hard for the night of guarding and forgetting, so come and have something to eat."

forget it?

Boqing looked at the young man with a dazed expression, did he forget it?

forget it...

forget about

Fu... forget... it?

There was a sharp pain in his temple, and his face turned pale. Just as he was about to rub it, there was already a pair of hands that took him a step ahead.

The young man gently rubbed his temples, and said softly: "Is the strength okay?" His movements are very skillful, as if he has done this countless times.

Boqing's body was slightly stiff, and the two of them were very close. There was a faint mint fragrance on the young man's body, which was particularly pleasant.

Smelling this light fragrance, the pain gradually receded.

"What's the matter?" The old man set up breakfast, and when he turned around to see them like this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Qingqing has another headache?"

"Hey, why do you think this young man has such a problem?"

"I..." I was confused, "I often have headaches?"

The old man looked at him and smiled helplessly, "This kid, don't you remember?"

Book feeling a little at a loss, "What... what do you mean?"

Old man: "You..."

The boy raised his eyelids slightly, and interrupted in a cold voice: "What's the matter with Grandpa today?"

Fu Tinghe paused, and suddenly sighed with emotion: "It's been ten years before you know it, and you have grown from that thin and small man to the big man you are today..."

"Grandpa can speak directly, without beating around the bush."

When the boy said these words, his expression was very calm, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

However, it is this appearance that makes people feel distressed for no reason.

Boqing bit her lip, and pressed his hand that was still rubbing his temple, "But... it's ok, thank you."

He grabbed his hand and didn't let go.

Silently conveyed silent comfort.

He didn't know why he did this, and he didn't know why he felt that the teenager needed comfort at this time. He just thought he should do it, so he did it.

Sure enough, with his silent comfort, the frost on the boy's brows and eyes melted a little.

Taking a panoramic view of the interaction between the two, Fu Tinghe was a little relieved, and then he revealed the purpose of this visit, "After all, they are your biological parents. You have been away from them for ten years, and it is time to go back."

The boy, that is, Fu Wangzhi's body froze, he slowly raised his head to look at him, with a sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "What's their idea?"

Fu Tinghe was a little uncomfortable being pierced by his dark eyes, and tilted his head: "Well, they came to me three months ago, and they said that after so many years of introspection, they knew they were wrong, and now they just want to take you back , to make up for the mistakes of the past."

"I didn't intend to talk to them at first, but I have seen their perseverance in the past three months. I think they should really know that they are wrong."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at Fu Wangzhi again, "It is said that father and son have no overnight feud. It has been so many years, and we should let go of everything."

The implication is that I hope he will go back.

Fu Wangzhi lowered his eyes slightly, hiding all the emotions in them, and the long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.

After a long time, he looked sideways at the book: "Qingqing, what do you think?"

At this moment, Baoqing doesn't even know who he is or why he is here, but what is strange is that when he mentions the other party's parents, he feels a strong sense of disgust and resistance in his heart.

After a moment of silence, he looked back at Fu Wangzhi, his voice was soft but firm: "I'll listen to you."

Fu Wangzhi's thin lips curled slightly, "Okay, let's go back together."

Fu Wangzhi was hospitalized this time because of a high fever, and it was two days after the fever subsided completely.

In the past two days, Boqing learned that he had a bad brain, so he often lost his memory and often had headaches.

Ten years ago, he and Fu Wangzhi lived in Uncle Fu's house. On weekdays, he and Fu Wangzhi had a very good relationship, and they were almost inseparable.

On the day of discharge from the hospital, Bo Qing and Fu Wangzhi walked out of the hospital gate side by side, but saw a middle-aged man and woman walking towards them.

The man has a round figure, a beer belly, and sloppy footsteps.

The woman's eye sockets were sunken, and even with a thick layer of makeup on her face, she still couldn't hide her haggard look.

Seeing them, the corners of Chu Qing's mouth that were still raised slowly flattened, and a strong sense of disgust surged in his heart.

This sense of disgust made him vaguely guess the identities of the two.

Sure enough, the woman smiled shyly when she saw Fu Wangzhi: "Zhizhi, congratulations on your discharge from the hospital. Mom is here to pick you up today..." While speaking, she wanted to reach out and touch Fu Wangzhi's head.

Fu Wangzhi moved to avoid her hand, his dark eyes looked at her lightly, "I don't like to be in contact with people."

The smile at the corner of Ding Suying's mouth froze. She looked at his arm that was almost touching the book, and forced a smile: "This should be Qingqing, right? Thank you for taking care of her all these years." Then, she Grabbed the book's hand.

Seeing this, Fu Wangzhi's eyes flashed with hostility, he slapped her hand away, and shouted: "Don't touch him!"

Ding Suying was taken aback, embarrassed: "I...I just want to thank him for taking care of you..."

Fu Wangzhi stared at her coldly, word by word: "No need!"

The smile on Ding Suying's face froze and froze, almost unable to hold on: "Then... shall we get in the car first?"

Fu Chenyi, who was half a step behind her, also smiled: "That's right, that's right, Dad's car is parked there."

Fu Wangzhi's indifferent eyes paused on his face for a second, and then fell on his beer belly, slightly sarcastic: "Dad?"

Fu Chenyi thought he was calling him, his eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed: "Hey, good boy..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Wangzhi glanced at Ding Suying, and then said: "I thought you were her driver?"

The smile on Fu Chenyi's face suddenly froze.

Fu Wangzhi held Boqing's wrist, led him past the two, and said coldly, "I have a good memory, and I know the way home."

He never forgot how they treated him!

The strength of the grasp on the wrist was a bit heavy, and I could feel that the young man was not in the right mood. He didn't cry out for pain, nor did he break free, he just followed the young man's footsteps silently.

Walking outside, passing by a fountain, Fu Wangzhi took his hand that Ding Suying had grabbed into the water, and then rubbed it vigorously, as if he wanted to rub off the touched skin directly.

Looking at the gloomy expression on the young man's face, Boqing felt a stabbing pain in his heart, dozens of times more painful than a hand that was rubbed sorely.

He couldn't help but grab the boy, "Enough, enough of it."

Fu Wangzhi shook off his hand, his expression a little crazy: "Not enough, not enough, I will never let her hurt you again, absolutely not..."

Book love trembled in his heart, and his eyes instantly turned red: "You look at me, you look at me, she didn't hurt me, she just touched me, really, she really didn't hurt I, I'm still here..."

Fu Wangzhi paused, and slowly turned to look at him.

The book's voice was choked with sobs: "Look, I'm here right? She didn't hurt me, I'm here..."

Fu Wangzhi suddenly hugged him into his arms, and kept whispering with red eyes: "Qingqing...Qingqing...I'm sorry..."

"I am, I am."

The boy's strength was astonishing, as if he wanted to melt him completely into his body, it was a little uncomfortable to be strangled, but he didn't struggle, but lightly patted the boy's back, hugging him in the sun.

On this day, they walked for three hours before returning to "that home".

The huge manor is like a crawling monster, waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net and then swallow it.

Bo Qing stood outside the door, inexplicably disliking this place, and a deep anxiety and resistance surged up in his heart.

As if seeing his uneasiness, Fu Wangzhi held his wrist, his tone was cold and firm: "Don't be afraid, this time, I won't let her hurt you at all."