The temperature of the air conditioner in the hotel room was slightly low, and Ji Jiu's slender white arm poked out of the quilt, she didn't feel too cold when she fell asleep, but the palm of her hand was already soaked in a cool temperature, but this guy was an old man, and his bottomless connivance made her develop some bad habits, such as putting her hand into the hem of the teenager's clothes when she was sleeping, and rubbing her fingertips against the tight and smooth abdominal muscle lines to sleep.

On the one hand, Ji Jiu is afraid of the cold, she is subconsciously looking for a source of warmth, and on the other hand, it comes from her nature of color criticism.

“……”

Ji Jiu hugged him just An An, as if he put his hand in from under the hem of his clothes, it was really to keep warm, Fu Qi was silent next to her and let her hug for a while, and when this guy's breathing was even again, as if he was asleep, the young man lightly stuffed the little girl's hand into the quilt and tucked the quilt for her.

At a certain moment when the door is closed.

He suddenly felt.

What the is this a god.

This guy was left by God to be his daughter in order to temper him.

Tut.

"Click".

The door was lightly slammed shut.

*

When Fu Qi arrived at the Central Academy of Drama, the sun was quite big, but the winter sun has always been not lethal, although it is bright, it is not dazzling, it falls on the body with warm fluffy softness, and the teenager wears a very low-key one, the simplest and most common costume matching, which belongs to the existence that cannot be seen at a glance in the crowd.

He brought a mask, added gold-rimmed glasses, and buttoned up his dark hooded sweatshirt to cover half of the young man's pretty face. He stood in line somewhere on campus with his head half-bowed.

Someone happened to come out of one of the theater's offices, and the latter nodded his head...... It can't be called a nodding head, but the attitude is quite respectful, and the man glanced at it, and then met the eyes of Fu Qi, who happened to look up.

After glancing at each other from afar, Fu Qi withdrew his gaze lightly and silently.

“……”

The person who caught a glimpse of him was not very calm, and when he saw him for the first time, he almost immediately took out his mobile phone and took a photo.

Send.

He is the housekeeper of the Fu family, and he is also Fu Shouheng's assistant, and he came to Beijing this time to participate in cultural exchanges, but he didn't expect to meet Fu Qi here, so he took a photo on the spot and sent it to Fu Shouheng's personal WeChat.

Fu Shouheng was also in Beijing at the time.

He happened to be talking about cooperation in a company near the Chinese opera, and suddenly received a message from the assistant, Fu Shouheng only glanced at it, and pushed the phone away at random, but at the moment when he looked away, he swept Fu Qi's name.

Fu Shouheng paused.

Then he remembered the location of the assistant now, and then the whole person was stunned, and the man made a "stop" gesture, so he happily exited the conference room first, stood at the door, flipped to Fu Qi's phone number from the address book, and dialed it directly.

“……”

When he received the call, Fu Qi happened to be still waiting in line, his hat, glasses, and masks were all taken off directly and stuffed into the pocket of his sweatshirt.

Fu Shouheng was also quite straight to the point, as soon as the phone was connected, he frowned and asked him straightforwardly:

"Fu Qi, have you gone to the interview for the Chinese opera?"

The young man leaned against the wall, and when he heard the other party's voice, he only frowned, and a low and tired voice overflowed from his lips, a simple word:

"Hmm."

*

The wind rises, and the clouds surge.

Deep, as deep as the bottom of the sea, a flash of light appeared.

She was snow-white and ethereal, cloud-like mist, suddenly looked back, and calmly landed in the world.

The other party is thin and slender, and the contours of the side face are delicate and beautiful.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were low, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at the clean and cold fairy with a light tiptoe, and his black hair rose slightly, slowly falling in front of him.

The color of the pupils is pure, clear and clear, reflecting the deep and quiet sky, and him.

"Can't speak?"

Praying for the moon to speak, the voice is also like myself, cold and quiet, like the fine snow condensed in the jungle and mountains.

She sighed, as if by grace, her eyes widened, her fingers slender and tender, and the cold mist lingered around her.

"Time has changed."

Just when Qiyue raised her hand, wanting to hold the other party's fingertips. The young man in ink was calm, his eyes were slightly constricted, and his slender figure retreated, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

"My name is Shi Qian."

The indifferent voice entered his ears, and the eyes of the moon were faintly stunned.

Then he withdrew his hand without a trace, nodded as if nothing had happened.

"Pray for the moon."

*

She was born in the clouds, standing in the sky, cold and clean, with the world at the bottom of her eyes.

He was born in the world, standing in chaos, dull and obscure, and his eyes were full of anger.

She is the god of the clouds.

He was a mortal monster.

A wretched, poor, monster that everybody wants to get rid of.

It is rumored that he is heinous, killing, setting fires, waving his hands to turn over the clouds and rain, cloudy and sunny, and in a snap of his fingers, a life is wiped out.

The birds in the forest are singing, the night rain is dripping at the beginning of the day, the window is blowing in the grate, praying for the moon is sitting in the courtyard, the fingers are caressing the piano, the bamboo leaves are falling, the young man's ink hair is tied up, the eyebrows and eyes are like a crescent moon, and the bottom of the eyes is full of stars.

He hooked his lips and smiled viciously, he was clearly the big demon king rumored by the outside world, but he liked to squint at her with his cheeks, his teeth were snow-white, the dimples on his cheeks were lightly sunken, he tilted his head slightly, and his voice was low and soft.

Unexpectedly, it looks a little soft and cute.

"Hey, sister, I'm here, won't you pour me a glass of wine?"

"I have wine, but I can't give it."

"You immortals are so stingy?"

"You're still young."

"Where am I small? Sister, I'm 500 years old. “

"Drink tea and meditate."

"So..."

"There's no way to drink."

The young man rubbed over, grabbed the other party's snow-white and clean sleeves, raised his eyes, and blinked innocently and innocently.

"Sister, I swear, one bite, just a small bite... You're a god, you're the best..."

Yan Ying slanted, holding the cup and drinking from afar, the dark pupils were half-squinted, and the snow-white small fangs on the lips were slightly exposed, and in less than half of the altar, the young man already showed signs of drunkenness, he ran over vaguely, and hugged the waist of the fairy from behind.

"They're going to kill me, and they all think I'm bad. But sister, I didn't do anything, I didn't kill a life, my hands were clean. “

The voice was almost murmuring, and there was some aggrieved accusation.

"Only you believe me."

"So you're the best fairy."

The young man's breath was hot, and he was a simple and innocent little appearance, praying for the moon, and the little light that was originally condensed on his fingertips suddenly disappeared.

She tilted her eyes slightly and looked at him.

The bottom of my heart suddenly softened for a moment.

"If he is obedient and well-behaved, you will kill him, leaving a wisp of soul behind him to be an ordinary good boy in the next life.

"If he is violent and sees life like a mustard, you will crush him to ashes.

"Eternal life and eternity, let him never recover."

*

One is dressed in white, and one side is soft.

The placket of the cold fairy was half faded, the white shoulders were thin, and he groaned in a low voice.

The jet-black hair was messy behind him, the tails of his eyes were red, and his slender legs wrapped around the other's smooth and beautiful waistline.

[Watch tomorrow morning]