"Bang! Bang!! ”

It is a new round of light show, and the water columns with colorful lanterns are swept into the sky one after another, one after another, magnificent, accompanied by fireworks, and the night sky is dyed with colorful colors.

It's a nice scene.

Beautiful frozen man.

"Sneeze !!"

Mo Tong and Fu Fan shrank behind the beach chair a little more, and the moment the water column landed, there was a splash, and both of them trembled physiologically.

The two Dao Masters glanced at each other helplessly.

I asked the waiter for two blankets, wrapped the person directly, and hugged him horizontally.

Fu Fan shrank in the blanket, feeling drowsy and drowsy, and felt that he suddenly rose into the air, "You...... You put me down. ”

"Don't make a fuss."

Qianwan said coldly.

Carrying people and stuffing them into a taxi.

……

The Fu family's mansion.

Fu Fan wrapped himself in a blanket, rubbed his itchy nose, and leaned lazily against the door, watching the taxi drive away.

It wasn't until the taillights were gone that he turned around and walked straight into the living room.

Walking slowly down the stairs was a man in a black suit that looked like he had just finished his complicated work.

Fu Chen wore delicate gold wire-rimmed glasses, his facial lines were cold and handsome, and he held the armrest with one hand, looking calm and strong.

"Fu Fan, talk to me."

Fu Fan pursed his lips, changed into house shoes, and sat on the sofa in silence.

Fu Chen glanced at the colorful blanket he was wearing, the gaudy splicing color, "This blanket is not like your style." ”

Seeing that he didn't mean to talk, Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, poured two glasses of red wine, sat down opposite him, folded his legs, and said in a deep voice, "You have someone you like." ”

is an affirmative sentence.

Fu Fan glanced at him expressionlessly.

Fu Chen took a sip of red wine, "I watched the live broadcast, it's the female Taoist, right." ”

"So what."

Thick nasal voice.

"Got a cold?"

Realizing this, Fu Chen reached out and withdrew his wine glass, reacting, and was amused by his questioning defensive tone.

"Don't get me wrong, I just asked out of concern, and I didn't mean to break up anyone."

My younger brother has been a cold-hearted character since he was a child.

seems to be indifferent to everything, although Fu's mother always complains that he is addicted to games, but Fu Chen feels that his brother wants to say how much he likes it, and it will not be.

I feel that playing games is just an excuse for him to avoid socializing.

But this time, it's a bit human.

Fu Chen felt the novelty at the same time, but he was also worried that he would be hurt as soon as he crawled out of the impermeable shell.

So he automatically put on the tone of the elder, "Find a time, I'll see her officially." ”

Fu Fan lowered his eyes, picked up the red wine and took a sip, and said in a dumb voice, "The person is not my daughter-in-law." ”

Fu Chen's eyes flashed slightly, "Oh, do you need help?" ”

Fu Fan looked at him with disgust and refused ruthlessly, "You are too greasy." ”

Fu Chen choked.

I almost couldn't maintain the elegant and calm smile on my face.

He, a dignified public relations elite and the first choice of son-in-law who everyone in the celebrity circle is eager for, was disgusted by this younger brother who didn't even write a complete love word??

Is the maternal and fetal solo very pure?

Looking at him distrustfully, "Are you sure you can?" ”

Fu Fan ignored Fu Chen's dazzling gaze, his thin lips were dyed the color of red wine, with a slightly drunken charm, his long eyelashes flashed, and a smile suddenly appeared on his handsome and indifferent face.

A bright smile.

Turn all beings upside down.

Trying to figure out these four words from his younger brother's face, Fu Chen slowly narrowed his eyes.

Don't know why...... Suddenly, I felt like I was being pressed and stuffed with a mouthful of food.

It doesn't feel good.

Fu Chen half-curved the corners of his mouth, "Then you go and try it." ”

"Brother, haven't you ever felt that you forgot something very important?"

Fu Fan put the red wine glass back on the coffee table, wrapped the blanket tightly on his body, irresponsibly dropped a question, and went back to his room.

Fu Chen pushed his glasses, the ink at the bottom of his eyes deepened, and he stared at the staircase a little distractedly, as if he was seriously thinking about his nonsensical question.

It took a long time before he came back to his senses and laughed as if muttering to himself.

Tilting his head slightly, he finished the red wine in the glass, "Forgot?" ”

What a contradiction.

What can be forgotten is not that important, is it?

……