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Chen Bihua asked casually, "Are you filming anything recently?"

"No, I'm taking a break recently to adjust my condition."

"What about Yanchen ? "You haven't been on a business trip recently?"

"No." Fu Yanchen blew the hot air from the cup, glanced at the necklace around Zhong Qiao's neck, and added casually, "I went abroad some time ago.

" My heart is completely dead.

Chen Bihua's chest trembled with anger, she bit her back molars and fell silent.

When he looked at Fu Yanchen again, there was a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Fu Chengping gently shook her hand to tell her not to be impulsive. Chen Bihua looked back at her husband and squeezed out a smile, "I'm calling everyone back for dinner this time. One is to get together after the holiday, and the other is to share some good news." "Ahao and Ning Le received an invitation to be in a variety show."

"Yes." Fu Hao continued what Chen Bihua said, "This variety show is called Sweet Turn, and it is a popular variety show. It has very high requirements for guests. High, either the male and female lead in a popular drama, or a popular couple on the Internet. After the broadcast, Ning Le and I submitted our resumes very early. We didn't have high hopes, but actually. I was also selected."

Zhong Qiao's eyebrows jumped. This variety show was the one she and Ying Hui almost accepted. Is this a necessary plot?

She refused, and in a blink of an eye it was in Ding Nile's hands again.

Ding Ningle raised her lips proudly.

Fu Hao continued, "This variety show is divided into two directions. The male and female actors of the popular drama interact with each other by completing tasks, while if they are real couples, they will mainly record real life. Well, of course , I will add a little drama to the script."

When Zhong Qiao heard this, he secretly decided not to come to Fu's house during this time. She avoided the original plot direction whenever she could.

Fu Yanchen was drinking tea, thinking that he would talk to Chen Bihua about Fu Jiawen's snack control later. If they couldn't reach an agreement, he would try not to let Fu Jiawen stay alone here in the future.

Seeing the eldest brother's disengaged appearance, Ding Ningle didn't know if he had listened to the discussion just now. Fu Hao couldn't get to the point for a long time. She was anxious and helped to add, "Maybe there will be a lot of them at home. The camera is fixed, and a photographer will follow if necessary, so we are also asking for everyone's opinions on the appearance."

Chen Bihua sat up excitedly when she heard that she was going to appear on the scene, "If you need any cooperation, we will try our best to accommodate it. "

Fu Chengping: "I don't care. "It would be a good thing if my wife can take her mind away from the sister group."

Ding Ningle looked at Fu Yanchen with a faint jump in his eyes. "Where's the elder brother?"

Fu Yanchen came back to his senses and said concisely, "I won't appear on camera. Tell me the shooting time in advance and I will avoid it."

Everyone looked at her . They gathered on Zhongqiao again.

Zhong Qiao smiled sheepishly: "The company has regulations and you cannot appear on camera at will."

Ding Ningle breathed a sigh of relief at the expected reply. She was worried that Zhong Qiao would attract traffic away, and what she wanted was that these two people did not appear on camera.

...

After dinner, Fu Chengping talked about some of the orphan books he had collected recently, and asked Fu Yanchen to go to the study to have a look.

Fu Hao was bored, so he took out the fourth-level Rubik's Cube and hooked his lower lip, "Little Jiawen, come and build the Rubik's Cube."

"No need, uncle, I can already do the fourth-level Rubik's Cube." Fu Jiawen shook his head, turned around and pulled Mom went to the yard to play on the swing.

"Hey." Fu Hao was still thinking that something was wrong with this little guy. The next second he was interrupted and said, "Ah Hao, come here."

"Hey! Here he comes."

Chen Bihua took the person to the stairwell and looked around. Next, he said mysteriously, "I graduate in one year, what are your plans?"

"Just cherish your time on campus, travel to more places with Ning Le, and then work on account management and romance. "Fu Hao feels very relaxed and does not have the anxiety of his peers. He feels that he is not lacking anything now.

As for what will happen after graduation, he has this confidence in himself, and the boat will be straight ahead.

Chen Bihua said solemnly, "You just stopped?"

"What do you mean?"

"I have supported you and Ning Le in running self-media from the beginning to the end, but at most you can only treat this as a side job and your main job. You have to think carefully about what you order. Although our family is not short of money, it is still a long way from those truly wealthy families. Your father and I are both old, and this distance can only be covered by your eldest brother. Role model, you have to ask him-"

"Mom!" Fu Hao couldn't stand it anymore, "My eldest brother and I are not the same type of people. We want different things. He is very good, but I don't want to be like him. He is such a boring money-making machine. "

His ideal life should be one of stars and sea, freedom and romance. He has spiritual pursuits and talks about money, which is very vulgar.

"You don't want to, what about Ning Le? Have you considered her thoughts?" Chen Bihua took a long breath and said sincerely, "When she sees the luxurious life of the upper class, will she be envious? If nothing else, "Do you know how much the necklace on your sister-in-law's neck costs today?"

Fu Hao's face turned ugly, "How much?"

"More than 20 million, as sisters-in-law, you can't bear to see Ning Le fall behind like this?"

Fu Hao stopped talking.

Chen Bihua knew that he had heard this, and continued, "You are his biological brother, and he should help you. You should think carefully about how to do it."

She finally understood it today. The eldest son cannot be counted on, so he can only place his hope on the younger son.

People outside looked at her glory and envied her for having such an outstanding son as Fu Yanchen.

In fact, only she knows the pain in her heart.

What did her eldest son give her? A house worth 200 square meters, a car worth over a million yuan, and some ordinary jewelry.

All added up, it would be enough for a necklace in Zhongqiao.

When I think about it, it's unbalanced again.

She finally gave Fu Hao a strong dose of medicine, "Silly son, if you don't use such a good thigh, do you want to give it to someone else? You don't want to be your eldest brother, and don't let him have the opportunity to look down on you."

...

Three Upstairs, Fu Yanchen's hand holding the railing tightened unconsciously. He looked silently at the two figures projected by the light downstairs, and turned around after a long time.

-On

the way home, a sudden heavy rain came.

The car was stuck on the road and couldn't move, and the annoying honking sound came one after another.

Fu Yanchen pursed his lips tightly, his head hurting more and more.

Zhong Qiao noticed his frequent rubbing of his head, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Fu Yanchen shook his head, trying to use this action to relieve the pain, "Maybe he has a cold."

His throat had been uncomfortable for the past two days.

Zhong Qiao wanted to ask her to come over for a while, but after looking at the traffic, he felt that he wouldn't be able to change places for a while.

It's so congested, and I don't know when the rain will stop. Zhong Qiao took out his mobile phone, looked for nearby hotels, and frowned, "Most of the nearby hotels are full."

Fu Yanchen didn't reply, focusing on the road conditions, turning at the next intersection and entering an alley. , just as he was about to leave the alley, he entered the alley at the intersection.

These are not main roads, and the navigation keeps prompting "Turn around".

Fu Yanchen felt annoyed, so he turned off the car and kept walking through various alleys, seemingly not worried at all that there was no road ahead.

The car finally stopped at the foot of an old residential building. Fu Yanchen raised his head and closed his eyes, frowning slightly.

Zhong Qiao reached out and touched it. It was so hot.

"You have a fever." She frowned and looked around, but she didn't see any hotels or hotels nearby.

I don't understand why Fu Yanchen parked the car here.

"Huh?" Fu Jiawen suddenly said, "Mom, this seems to be where dad lived before."

Dad had brought him here before, and the son of the convenience store owner downstairs was still his friend.

"Well, let's stay here for one night." Fu Yanchen opened his eyes, took out a long-handled umbrella, got out of the car, picked up Fu Jiawen, and went around to open the passenger door.

Passing through the dim stairwell, the east room on the second floor was Fu Yanchen's earliest home.

The area here is not large, with two bedrooms and one living room, only more than 70 square meters, but it is very clean and tidy, probably because someone often comes to take care of it.

There were no women's slippers here, so Fu Yanchen found a new pair of men's slippers for her, and then went to boil water.

Three glasses of boiled water were placed on the table.

He turned around and went to the room again. Zhong Qiao followed him and saw him taking out sheets and quilt covers from the closet.

Seeing that he still wanted to make the bed, Zhong Qiao pressed him down and said with a helpless tone, "I'll do it. You go take a hot bath first."

Fu Yanchen was driven to take a bath by her.

While he was taking a shower, she made the bed and went downstairs to buy cold medicine and fever-reducing medicine from the nearest pharmacy.

When he came out of the bathroom, she rushed in and put the clothes he had changed into the washing machine without giving him any chance to do anything.

After taking the medicine, Fu Yanchen lay on the bed, looked at her deeply, and opened his lips.

Zhong Qiao blocked it with his index finger, "Don't talk if you don't want to talk when you feel uncomfortable."

She tucked in the quilt and said in a domineering tone, "Have a good sleep first."

"..."

After Fu Yanchen fell asleep, she went out. Get ready to help Fu Jiawen take a bath.

"No, no need, Mom, I can do it myself." Fu Jiawen's earlobes were red, and he skillfully took the clothes from the next room and entered the bathroom.

After taking a shower, he lay on the quilt again. He was very well-behaved throughout the whole process, and Zhong Qiao basically didn't have to worry about him.

What a little angel, Zhong Qiao sighed and prepared to take a shower.

There were no clothes for her here. She searched in the closet and took out Fu Yanchen's black T-shirt.

After all this fuss, it's ten o'clock in the evening.

Unable to sleep for a while, she walked around the room.

The whole house has wooden floors and wooden furniture, which is simple yet warm. There are various medals, trophies and certificates piled on the bookshelves, as well as several old-fashioned game consoles.

The other wall is almost filled with old records.

A guitar and bass stood nearby.

Unexpectedly, Fu Yanchen was still a young artist in the past.

Zhong Qiao felt novel about everything here. She sat down in front of the desk and her eyes were attracted by the storage bucket at her feet.

After taking a quick look, there are a lot of things inside, including photo frames, cups, hats, homework books, etc.

But it was also too complicated and seemed incompatible with this neat and orderly room.

It may be due to laziness.

She sometimes puts things she doesn't want to put away together to make the whole space look tidy.

Zhong Qiao glanced at the man who was asleep on the bed with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He suddenly felt affection for him and had the idea of ​​becoming a snail girl.

She picked up the fallen photo frame. Inside it seemed to be a sketch, but the outside was covered with a layer of dust, making it somewhat unrecognizable.

She wiped the dust away, and after seeing clearly, she blinked blankly.

It shows the back of a girl in school uniform.