little star

Later, when Fu Tianxing recalled it, the only thought in his mind was: so fucking exciting.

Not just a kiss, the child directly pressed him on the carpet, and his hands were restless, touching around his waist.

The fire in Fu Tianxing's heart was caught by him and he was about to burn himself to death.

The child's lips were soft, and his hands were surprisingly warm. Fu Tianxing was pressed by him for a long time before he came back to his senses.

This is not right!

Did he confess just now?

The more Fu Tianxing thought about it, the more he felt that the child must have misunderstood the person, suppressing the thoughts in his heart, he pushed the person away a little, and his lines were a bit vulgar: "Who am I?"

Xue Taoming was a little annoyed when he pushed him away, and pressed on again, this time biting his lip: "Teacher Fu."

Fu Tianxing: "..."

Sure enough, what kind of manager can teach what kind of artist.

It was the first time that Fu Tianxing heard the words "Teacher Fu" from him. According to his guess, he probably heard too much from Hu Lingling.

The phone rang.

Fu Tianxing didn't care about the pain of being bitten on his lip, and struggled to get out the cell phone that was ringing all the time. After a glance, it was a call from the child's manager.

It is estimated that someone is coming.

Fu Tianxing pushed the child up, touched his bloody lip, and hissed, "You are so ruthless."

As soon as Xue Taoming was pushed up by him, he leaned on him, as if he had no bones.

Fu Tianxing caught him, put him in his arms, and connected the phone.

Hu Lingling's voice over there sounded a little anxious: "Teacher Fu, did you see it?"

Fu Tianxing responded, "I'm in his room."

Hu Lingling breathed a sigh of relief: "I was scared to death. I thought the dead child would go back by himself. Please remind him for me, his mother will look for him later."

Fu Tianxing agreed and hung up the phone.

Look at him again, he has already fallen asleep.

The child's eyes were closed, his face was flushed, his moist lips were slightly parted, and his delicate collarbone was exposed from the wide open neckline. From Fu Tianxing's lowered head, he looked over, and it was actually quite attractive.

Fu Tianxing admitted that he had a little affection for children before, but after today's situation, he probably has more than "somewhat".

Fu Tianxing sighed, helped him up, and carried him into the room.

Helping him adjust the temperature of the air conditioner, Fu Tianxingxin said that he must be really drunk, and he doesn't know if he will remember what happened today when he wakes up tomorrow.

Not forgetting to bring the gift, Fu Tianxing closed the door and went out, and saw Hu Lingling as soon as he went downstairs.

Seeing him coming down alone, Hu Lingling asked suspiciously, "Where is he?"

Fu Tianxing signaled: "I'm already drunk, I drank a bottle of red wine in it, and I'm asleep now."

Hu Lingling's eyes widened: "Huh? A bottle?"

Fu Tianxing nodded: "Yes, the bottle is still in the room."

Hu Lingling was furious immediately: "Damn boy! You have to record a song tomorrow! How dare you drink so much at night!"

Seeing that she was about to go up to pick him up, Fu Tianxing quickly stopped him: "Hey, he's sleeping, you go up now, what if he has a headache tomorrow?"

Hu Lingling laughed angrily: "What do you mean, he won't have a headache tomorrow if I don't go up?"

Fu Tianxing said with a smile: "I guess the pain will be shorter."

After finally sending Hu Lingling away, Fu Tianxing touched his lower lip that was still hurting, and secretly said in his heart that he must go to find the dead child tomorrow.

The air was eerily quiet, neither of them spoke, Xue Taoming lowered his head, Fu Tianxing couldn't see his face clearly.

After a while, he said, "Then why are you avoiding me today?"

Xue Taoming shook his body and didn't answer.

Fu Tianxing asked again: "Are you going to film a movie tomorrow?"

Xue Taoming lowered his head and nodded.

Fu Tianxing sat down and looked up at him.

Xue Taoming met his gaze, and immediately turned his head away.

Fu Tianxing smiled: "Look at how you bit me."

He moved closer, showing him the wound on his mouth.

Xue Taoming's gaze was still wandering at first, but after finally taking a glance, he immediately looked away again.

All these actions fell into Fu Tianxing's eyes, he smiled softly, and then got up: "Then I'm leaving, you go to sleep."

Xue Taoming watched him walk to the door, then turned around and added: "The gift I gave you yesterday was brought back for you, and the name has been engraved."

Xue Taoming watched the door close, and then saw the gift bag in the corner of the sofa.

He opened it and saw that the word "Tao" on the top had indeed been crossed.

Xue Taoming was distracted looking at the wooden boat, when his cell phone rang suddenly, which startled him a lot.

He took out his cell phone and saw that it belonged to his mother.

After getting drunk yesterday, he didn't come down to see anyone. His mother was a little worried, so she called to ask.

His mother is also very busy, and only at night is she free to call to express condolences.

Xue Taoming finished dealing with his mother, put the wooden boat in the most conspicuous place on the bookshelf, and then got up to take a shower.

He met him when he was 12 years old.

His mother is a well-known dancer, and his father is a Beijing opera singer. After finishing elementary school, the family moved to City C.

Fu Tianxing's parents are both national-level drama actors, and the two of them had a very good relationship more than ten years ago. This time they came back, they naturally wanted to get together.

12-year-old Xue Taoming was called out by his mother, and saw a tall boy standing in the middle of the room—— Fu Tianxing.

The boy smiled at him with a clear voice: "Hello, I'm Fu Tianxing."

The 12-year-old Xue Taoming was still a little shy, standing still without speaking, but his mother pulled him over and said with a smile: "The child is still a little shy, this is obviously, obviously, he is called brother."

Xue Taoming called obediently: "Brother is good."

Xue Taoming yelled that brother very lightly.

After that, Xue Taoming's memory became a little fuzzy.

He only remembered that after seeing it that time, he kept thinking about it and asked his mother when his brother would come again.

The next few meetings were also in a hurry, and the time for the two of them to look at each other was counted in seconds.

However, the time to meet is less, but the time to appear in the teenager's dream is more and more.

After the teenager realized that he liked it, he even fell into deep self-doubt for a while.

Xue Taoming wiped his face, and some cold water rushed on his body, but he couldn't suppress the heat on his body.

He looked at the white wall with some blurred eyes, and couldn't help but feel under his body.

Coming out of Xue Taoming's house, Fu Tianxing wanted to laugh thinking about what happened just now.

This is the first time that I have been confessed seriously by someone. The child is a little aggressive, and directly snatches the first kiss that I have kept for more than 20 years.

That's not counting, it almost made him lose his mind.

Fu Tianxing thought about it seriously, he had only met the child a few times, after he graduated, he knew that the child was popular, and he had no time to see him.

And every time they meet, it is also a gathering of two adults, so they have a chance to meet once.

The last time we met was half a year ago.

Why did the kid's actions last night seem to be planned for a long time?

The more Fu Tianxing thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, and he guessed that he might have been played by a child.

He took out his cell phone and was about to check the time when, by coincidence, a call came in, and Fu Tianxing picked it up in a second.

The one over there was obviously frightened: "Damn, it's faster than artificial intelligence?!"

Fu Tianxing's tone was not very good: "I just saw it, tell me, someone sent you a blade today?"

There was a smile in the man's voice: "No, no, not this time, you come out, let's have a drink."

Fu Tianxing agreed, and the two made an appointment to meet at a small bar near Fu Tianxing's home.

The other party was Fu Tianxing's deskmate in high school. After graduating from university, he wanted to start his own business. One year later, the business failed, and he went home to manage his ever-growing investment company with his father.

Fortunately, he was quite clever, and he was parachuted into the position of vice president. Up to now, his whole body is complete, without any missing arms or legs.

Zhao Zishan had already been waiting in the booth, when Fu Tianxing came, he immediately pulled him over, and said mysteriously: "Tianxiao, the underage artist who has been very popular recently, I have my eye on it."

Fu Tianxing: "...What do you mean?"

Zhao Zishan said with great interest, "How old is he?"

Fu Tianxing was inexplicable and angry: "You also know how old he is!"

Zhao Zishan nodded: "Yeah, I'm not yet an adult, if this goes up, my future will be limitless."

Fu Tianxing was stunned when he finished speaking: "Hold it up?"

Zhao Zishan had a strange expression on his face: "Is everything I told you just farting?"

Fu Tianxing touched his nose in embarrassment, nodded: "That's it."

Zhao Zishan thought something was wrong: "You fucking think I've taken a fancy to him?"

Fu Tianxing: "... Isn't that what you said?"

Zhao Zishan thought for a while and said, "Correct me, my words usually refer to business opportunities."

Fu Tianxing leaned on the small sofa and listened to him.

"How about if he is the main actor in your play?"

Fu Tianxing shook his head: "No."

Zhao Zishan wondered: "Why not?"

Fu Tianxing explained: "He is still too young and inexperienced. If he is the main male, it will be out of balance."

Zhao Zishan said with a smile: "Hey, don't you use traffic?"

Fu Tianxing gave him a blank look: "Fuck you, did you deliberately humiliate me?"

Zhao Zishan smiled without saying a word.

Zhao Zishan changed the subject, talking about the starlet he was optimistic about recently being suppressed by the company.

Fu Tianxing was not interested in his nonsense at all, but for the sake of face, he checked his watch a few times.

Who is Zhao Zishan? After so many years of fooling around, his face is already impenetrable. He ignored Fu Tianxing's actions and continued to chatter.

Fu Tianxing felt that it would be impossible to cure him, so he put his left hand on the table and stared at the watch without moving.

Zhao Zishan: "...that's too much."

Fu Tianxing didn't even lift his head: "Is the coercion over yet? Dad still has to catch up with the script."

Zhao Zishan laughed angrily: "Catch the script? A pornographic script?"

Fu Tianxing glanced at him: "Then you need a script? Aren't there all the lines?"

Zhao Zishan: "..."