Fu Ting still remembered where he met Fu Zhen last time. To be honest, no matter what the reason was, he didn't want to see Fu Zhen again, but now it was Tang Wanwan who was begging himself. It was decided to hand over the matter to the assistant.
When the assistant learned that Fu Ting was looking for Fu Zhen, he was still surprised for a while. If Fu Ting hadn't mentioned it suddenly, he would have forgotten that there was such a young master in the Fu family, and he didn't know why the boss wanted this young master. , could it be that he regrets what happened back then.
The assistant found a private detective and handed over the matter to them. Within two days, the other party replied. Looking at the photo sent by the private detective, the assistant sighed silently. He really did not expect that back then That high-spirited young master is now reduced to moving bricks on the construction site to make ends meet.
The assistant handed over these photos and the address to Fu Ting. When Fu Ting received these photos, he was in a meeting. The managers of various departments in the company looked at their boss and looked down at the phone, and then the blood on his face suddenly turned red. It all faded away, and the boss didn't seem to notice his strangeness, put down the phone, raised his head, and asked in a deep voice to Manager Wang who was speaking: "Why don't you talk?"
Manager Wang's voice froze, and he was in a daze for a while before remembering what he was going to say next.
Holding a pen in his hand, Fu Ting listened intently to Manager Wang's report, as if the momentary gaffe just now was just an illusion of everyone.
After the meeting was over, Fu Ting picked up his mobile phone and looked again at the photos sent by his assistant. In the photos, Fu Zhen was wearing a fat overalls, pushing a small cart full of sand, and the cold wind washed away his overalls. It was blown up like an inflated balloon, and his favorite mid-length hair was not taken care of very much, it was messy.
Fu Ting felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by something. It didn't hurt, but it was very uncomfortable. He buckled the phone on the table with his backhand.
Fu Ting also handed over the matter of purchasing the film and television copyright of "Shazhou Chronicle" from Fu Zhen to his assistant.
He didn't want to see Fu Zhen.
If he can really see his heart clearly, he will find that he doesn't really want to see Fu Zhen.
He was afraid of seeing Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen's color illustrations were finally finished, a little faster than expected. It only took four nights, and the other big picture of Milk Yellow Baoyue was drawn a day earlier than him.
The custard bag was not particularly satisfied with the picture of Gong Qiangwei. Mrs. Qiangwei's picture was very good, and it was probably worth one thousand and two, but it was not what she wanted. The state chronicle and the love of custard cp.
The custard bag was a bit lost, this is a common problem that most painters had when she asked for a draft before, she thought that the Gong Qiangwei who became popular with the Shazhou Chronicle should be different, but the result still let her down .
Fu Zhentu was sent to her the next night. She had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, her hair hadn't dried yet, and she picked up her phone to see if anyone had sent her a picture during this time. After sending a message, she saw the small picture Fu Zhen sent her.
At that moment, the custard bun was so excited that tears almost burst out.
In this small picture sent by Fu Zhen, a round of bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the reeds beside the Zhuwang River are dotted with fireflies, and the evening wind blows and ripples on the surface of the river.
A small boat floats on the river.
There was a slight blush on Zhu Naiyou's face, his left hand was outside the boat, and his right hand was holding the wine jar. His clothes were half unbuttoned, revealing most of his chest. Huang Lie was sitting on his lower abdomen. He looked down at Zhu Naiyou, There was a slight doubt in the eyes, and the black hair hung down and scattered on Zhu Naiyou's chest.
Custard Bao looked at the picture on the screen, and only one line of poetry remained in his mind. After being drunk, he didn't know the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams and pressed the galaxy.
The general action of the interaction between the two people was conceived by Custard Bao, and the details and background were filled in by Fu Zhen himself.
This picture is actually far from the pornography required by the milk yellow bag. This picture shows only eroticism, not pornography, but when these Fu Zhen finished the draft, the milk yellow bag did not ask for revision , which means that the milk yellow bag agrees to reduce the degree of yellow violence.
Custard Bao likes this picture of Fu Zhen so much. This picture fits the original work perfectly, both in terms of style and character design. After it is released, people will directly say that this is a screenshot of the original work. Faithful.
Ah, the custard is real!
Not long after, a similar scene happened again, and Fu Zhen's screen was once again occupied by exclamation marks, followed by rainbow farts one after another. The old mobile phone couldn't bear such a warm reception, so it simply froze.
After the custard bun's mood stabilized a bit, Fu Zhen sent her a message.
[Is this okay? ]
Yes, it is too good. With excitement, the custard bag transferred the final payment of 500 yuan to Fu Zhen with trembling hands.
[You turned too much, I will turn it back for you]
[No ma'am, I really like this picture]
Fu Zhen did not reply to the custard bag on Weibo, but directly transferred back the extra money that the custard bag gave him from Alipay.
But not long after, the custard bag transferred the more than 400 yuan back, and she probably knew that Fu Zhen would not accept her money, so she sent another message.
[Madam, let me make an appointment with you for another manuscript]
[good]
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Not long after receiving Fu Zhen’s picture, Custard Bao posted it on his Weibo, bringing up the topic of Shazhou Chronicle and Custard cp, and also @Fuzhen by the way.
It has been a long time since the fandom of Shazhou Chronicle has seen such a fanart that fits the original work. Although most of them are not cute milk yellow cp, they still can’t help seeing the fanart with such a high degree of restoration
God! What kind of fairy wife is this, it only costs 150r, and I also recognize the quality of 1500r, blow it up!
Fuck, I'm about to cry, why isn't this my fan cp!
I also want to ask my wife to make an appointment, I want to see us play bunny girls every night [drool][drool]
…
Fu Zhen's Weibo fans increased from double digits to four digits overnight, and the private message to him to ask for a manuscript dealt another heavy blow to his old mobile phone.
That night, Fu Zhen received a call from Fu Ting's assistant, who wanted to buy the film and television copyright of Shazhou Chronicle in his hand.
If it was the time when Fu Zhen was kicked out of the Fu family two years ago and needed money especially, he would have sold the copyright without thinking about anything, but now he is not short of money, or It's useless to have money. His leg missed the best time for treatment, and it will probably be like this in the future.
Fu Zhen tactfully rejected the other party, then opened the private message, and received a 500r color illustration and a 200r vertical painting, plus the color illustration for the custard bag, he will have it for the next half a month busy.
The assistant called Fu Ting about his rejection, and Fu Ting said he knew, and hung up the phone with the assistant.
Tang Wanwan went out to meet Qin Zhao again tonight, and the Fu family returned to its former tranquility. Fu Ting and Fu Jianchen sat on the sofa in the living room, and time passed by.
Fu Ting put down the documents in his hand, turned around and went upstairs to rest.
Fu Jianchen suddenly called out to Fu Ting, "...where do you think Fu Zhen is now?"
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at his father. There was no special expression on Fu Jianchen's face, as if he was asking something very ordinary.
"The construction site behind the New World Mall in Xiling District."
Fu Jianchen let out an ah, and nodded after a long time.
Fu Ting turned around and walked upstairs along the stairs. Fu Jianchen who was downstairs asked him again: "What is he doing there?"
Fu Ting was silent, and after a while he opened his mouth and replied: "It should be moving bricks."
Fu Jianchen didn't speak any more. In his hand was an entertainment newspaper, on which was a latest still photo of Tang Wanwan. Fu Jianchen raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.
The next afternoon, Fu Jianchen came out of the company an hour earlier than ever before.
"Don't go home yet." Fu Jianchen who was sitting in the back of the car suddenly said to the driver.
"Where is sir going?"
"Go..." Fu Jianchen paused for a while, and said to the driver, "Go to Xiling District and have a look."
The driver drove Fu Jianchen through a small half of the city. Fu Jianchen came to the construction site behind the New World Shopping Mall. He sat in the car, looking through the window glass and over the high iron fence, trying to find that A figure that had appeared in his dream for some time.
But he did not find him.
The time in the car seems to have been extraordinarily long, I don't know how long it has passed, Fu Jianchen said softly: "Let's go."
The driver just felt at a loss as to why the husband suddenly came to the construction site, but these were not what he should care about as a driver.
There seemed to be a sigh in the car, and before the driver could figure out whether the sigh was unintentional, he heard Fu Jianchen from behind asking him: "Old Wu, how many years have you been with me?"
"Twelve or three years." The driver said.
Twelve or three years is enough for a child to grow into a teenager.
Twelve or thirteen years ago, how old should Fu Zhen be? Fu Jianchen wanted to find that little figure from his memory, but found that he still couldn't find it.
He can only see him in his dreams.
The driver raised his head and saw that Fu Jianchen's face was pale from the inside rearview mirror. He asked worriedly, "What's wrong, sir?"
"It's okay." Fu Jianchen said lightly.
The silence in the car returned to before, Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
At that time, why did he drive Fu Zhen out of Fu's house? It seemed...
Because he hurt Wanwan.
He should be punished.