On the side of the road, a black car slowly stopped.

The car door opened, and the young man got out of the car, with an air of indifference, without half a cent of emotional ups and downs, cold like a biting winter wind.

Fu Chi looked up at the drizzly sky, the rain and mist were hanging down, as if covered with a layer of silver veil.

"Where?"

"Yinding Concert Hall."

"Let's go."

He nodded very lightly, turned and got into the car.

Qianyu naturally followed and got into the car.

Berwyn hurriedly chased after him and hooked Qianyu's shoulder: "Hey, why don't you say hello to my brother, why is your temper getting weirder and weirder now, smile more, otherwise you won't be able to find your daughter-in-law." ”

Qianyu was expressionless: "Let go." ”

Berwyn blinked, and hurriedly raised his hands in surrender.

The mouth is still not idle.

owes the child owes the child.

"It's good that we've been together for so many years, and the little fart kid has a straight face all day long, like an ice lump."

He was answered by the sound of a car door closing.

Cold, stereotyped, and emotional.

Berwyn silently and quickly walked around the car door and got into the car.

Otherwise, this kid can really just step on the accelerator and leave him here.

Getting into the car, he looked back at the man sitting behind him staring out the window.

The lines of the side face are graceful and delicate, the undulating arc of the bridge of the nose seems to have been carefully carved, the eyebrow bones are slightly prominent, and the eye sockets are a little deeper, and from this angle, the deep side outlines a slight shadow.

Quiet, sven, sparse.

The beauty is still the same.

Tsk tsk.

Berwyn shook his head, such a man, this beautiful skin really gave him great camouflage.

"Tell you something." After he sighed in his heart, he spoke: "Luo Tingfeng has been praising your little girlfriend recently, and many platforms with high exposure are marketing. ”

Finally.

The man in the back lifted his eyelashes and his eye sockets were deep.

"Luo Tingfeng?"

Fu Chi frowned slightly.

In the past few days, he has been busy with the affairs of the research institute, and the domestic affairs, he is not particularly clear now.

"If you look at Weibo, there should still be."

Fu Chi took out his mobile phone, opened Weibo and took a look.

Sure enough, I saw Jiang Ruan's related topics.

Things about the contest, and marketing beauty.

Fu Chi stared at those topics, he understood that this matter was arranged by Jiang Ruan.

For TBI.

He didn't hesitate and dialed a phone call to go out.

It didn't take long for it to pick it up.

A slightly indifferent and cold voice came from inside the earpiece.

"Strange, how did you think of making a phone call to maintain brotherhood."

Fu Chi's slender fingertips gently rubbed the fuselage, and his voice was tepid: "The hot searches of marketing topics have been withdrawn." ”

Luo listened to Feng Sensen's smile: "Did I owe you two in my last life?" ”

If it weren't for Luo Mengmeng's heartless girl who cried, made trouble and hanged herself, and wanted to give her a face to the goddess, he wouldn't have bothered to do this kind of thing.

"Stop the marketing hype, you withdraw those, and I'll do the rest."

Fu Chi ignored his sarcasm, and his tone was still on a horizontal line.

Gentle and strong.

Luo Tingfeng: "I advise you all to be individuals." ”

He pulled him out for a walk every once in a while, and in the end he cleaned up the mess.

The point, what benefits did he get?

"Hard."

Uncle Fu said lightly.

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Turning his head to look out the window, it was raining.

His mind drifted away.

He's her little mute, he has to find a chance to confess to her, and he can't let her continue to stare at TBI.