Now that he had made up his mind to compete well, Qiu Qiu increased the time for singing and piano practice from one hour to one hour in the morning and one hour in the evening. He has a thorough analysis of himself, and he knows that he is a talented singer. In addition to his good voice, his outstanding appearance is also a key bonus for promotion.
Fortunately, most of the players in the sub-divisions are relatively "watery". Qiu Qiu holds a good deck of cards, and it's no problem to get third place and continue to move up. It's just that in the future... I'm afraid I really need to use the power of my godfather to ask him to hire a good vocal teacher to make up lessons for me.
But now that he would owe his godfather money again, Qiu Qiu felt that the hairs on the top of his head were turning white...
That day, Fu Rui'en had a social event and didn't come back for dinner. After finishing his homework, Qiu Qiu sat on a high stool next to the bar with his guitar in his arms and plucked the strings to practice singing. On the table in front of him were a few sheet music, including masterpieces by famous artists, and some minor tunes that Qiu Qiu himself tried to write.
After Qiu Qiu plans to enter the national competition, he will stop singing popular songs and sing his own works instead. It's just that he hasn't studied composition and arrangement systematically. He can write a dozen stanzas on the fly, but the beginning and the end are not perfect.
Writing a song is like making a fuss. It is good to finish it in one go, but repeated deliberation is also necessary, so that such a work can stand the test of time and be worthy of the word "meaningful".
It seems that he wants to learn from the experience of his predecessors - Zou Ji in the Warring States Period was very beautiful. He looked in the mirror in the morning and compared his beauty with Xu Gong in the north of the city. Qiu Qiu decided to learn more from him, maybe he could write a song after looking in the mirror every day.
He was filling in the piano score with a pen, when suddenly there was a sound from the door.
"Godfather? You're back?" Qiu Qiu quickly put down his guitar and ran towards the gate, completely unaware that his tail was wagging.
He turned the corner in two or three steps, and then slammed on the brakes—Fu Ruien was not the only one who entered the door, but also his secretary and bodyguards.
Fu Ruien frowned, his face was pale, his shirt was undone with three buttons, and it was completely wet with sweat and stuck to his body. His bodyguard supported half of his body and helped him walk slowly into the room. Behind Fu Ruien, the secretary was holding his briefcase and suit jacket in one hand, and a bag of medicine in the other, with an anxious expression on his face.
Fu Ruien put his hands on his stomach, and when he saw Qiu Qiuying coming out, he greeted him a little tiredly.
Qiu Qiu hurried over and helped the bodyguards to help Fu Ruien walk to the living room.
After Fu Ruien sat down on the sofa, Qiu Qiu was busy boiling hot water and looking for brown sugar.
Seeing that he was panicking, Fu Ruien reminded him: "I have a stomach problem and I am not menstruating. What brown sugar can you find me?"
Qiu Qiu slapped his head. He was used to serving his mother. He wanted to drink brown sugar water when he saw someone clutching his stomach.
He poured half a glass of water into the mug, stuck out the tip of his tongue to test the water temperature like a kitten licking water, and then brought it to Fu Ruien's mouth.
The secretary was used to strong winds and waves, and seeing the Big Big Wolf water glass in Qiu Qiu's hand without even raising his eyebrows, he took out a few pills and told Qiu Qiu how many hours to let the boss take one.
Fu Ruien's gastritis is a long-standing problem. When he was young, he was busy with work, did not eat on time and often socialized, and went to the emergency room twice for gastric perforation. In the past few years, I have paid attention to health preservation and have never committed another crime. I never thought that the dinner tonight turned into a big business. I was happy for a while, and I fell down after drinking two more glasses.
This disease obviously happened to Fu Rui'en, he is still not doing well, Qiu Qiu's eyes are so red.
Fu Ruien already knew that this child was a little crying bag, and he was bullied and cried by him before, but who would have thought that seeing him drop a golden bean again today.
He's obviously a boy, so why is it so painful to shed tears
"The little girl is made of water. What's the matter with you crying every now and then?"
Qiu Qiu exerted all his strength, and the dimples around his mouth were squeezed out: "Can't I be made of wine?"
All right, all right, of course, godfather would get drunk just looking at him every day.
Fu Ruien pulled him to the sofa and sat down, wiped his tears with the palm of his hand, stuffed the water glass into his arms, and coaxed him to pour another glass of water. Qiu Qiu's feet seemed to be equipped with a hot wheel, running to and back, without spilling any water in his hand.
The medicine took effect quickly, and Fu Ruien usually paid attention to his health, and after twenty minutes he recovered, his hands and feet gained strength, and his face was not as pale as before.
The bodyguard wanted to help him back to the bedroom to rest, Fu Ruien gave Qiu Qiu a look, and Qiu Qiu immediately remembered the tent he had camped on the bed.
Alas!
Qiu Qiu quickly took Fu Ruien from the bodyguard, and patted his chest to ensure that he could carry his godfather back by himself.
The conscientious bodyguard was about to speak, but the secretary quickly pulled him aside, telling him not to talk too much.
Qiu Qiu didn't notice the eye contact between the two, and carefully helped Fu Ruien into the bedroom, put him on the bed, wiped his face and hands with a wet towel.
Fu Ruien didn't know whether it was real weakness or fake weakness, leaning against the head of the bed, quietly watching Qiu Qiu circle around him.
Seeing that Fu Ruien's shirt was covered with sweat, Qiu Qiu urged him to change into pajamas.
Fu Ruien said: "I have no strength, please help me take it off."
They were all men. The upright Qiu Qiu didn't think much at first. He bent down and walked over Fu Ruien's shirt deftly with his fingers.
As the buttons were undone one by one, the shirt naturally slid down to the sides along the curve of the body, and Fu Ruien's muscular and well-proportioned body was displayed in front of Qiu Qiu inch by inch: tight chest muscles, flat lower abdomen, mermaid line extending all the way to the waistband Underneath, even the slightly sunken belly button is handsome and earth-shattering.
Qiu Qiu gently wiped the sweat off his body with a wet towel in his hand, but the more he wiped, the more chaotic it became. Through a thin layer of towel, Qiu Qiu could clearly feel how hot his body was. He didn't dare to look up at people, his mind went blank, and his face turned red instead.
After wiping his upper body clean, Qiu Qiu's hands gradually descended, tremblingly resting on Fu Rui'en's belt buckle. The cold metal buckle contrasted sharply with the heat of his palm, and he fumbled awkwardly over it, the belt buckle making a crisp click that echoed in the empty room.
Suddenly, Fu Ruien raised his hand and gently pressed the back of Qiu Qiu's hand.
Only then did Qiu Qiu realize that he was not the only one who was so nervous that his palms felt hot.
He looked up at Fu Ruien in a daze and helplessness, it was as soft as a ball of tofu that had just formed, and it was about to fall apart when he touched it. "... Godfather..."
Fu Ruien closed his eyes lightly, and said in a low voice, "Go out and see Xiao He and the others, I will change my pajamas myself."
As if Qiu Qiu had been pardoned, all the messy thoughts in his head faded in an instant. He stood up from the bed with his waist weak and legs weak, and walked out with his head down.
Behind him, Fu Ruien leaned on the head of the bed, saw him rushing out of the bedroom with his hands and feet, and smiled in a good mood.
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In the living room, Secretary He Yu was scolding the bodyguards.
"Are you stupid? Do you still want to enter the boss' bedroom?"
"But before the boss drank too much, I also sent it in..."
"That was before! Now that Young Master Qiu has moved here, there might be something more in the bedroom. The less you see, the longer you can work."
The bodyguard nodded quickly: "Thank you, Brother He."
Just when Qiu Qiu heard the last few words, his face that had not cooled down turned even redder, and he stammered an explanation: "Secretary He, there is nothing in the bedroom, only an extra tent."
He Yu showed a look of "you two really know how to play, it's okay, I understand".
Qiu Qiu really couldn't explain it when he crashed to death on the guitar.
Because Fu Ruien didn't have a guest room to stay overnight, Qiu Qiu couldn't keep them. After sending his secretary and bodyguards away, he went back to the living room to pack his books and guitar. He purposely dawdled for a while, and only returned to the bedroom when the face of the person in the mirror was no longer red.
Fu Ruien had already laid down, but he hadn't fallen asleep yet. Because of the stomachache, his aura softened a lot.
Afraid of disturbing him, Qiu Qiu put a cup of warm water on his bedside and said softly, "Then... good night godfather."
The little squirrel Qiu Qiu sneaked back into his little tent lightly. After a busy night, he was so tired that he didn't have the heart to look at his homework before going to bed. He turned off the chandelier in the tent, thinking that he would fall asleep soon, but he tossed and turned in the sleeping bag, but he couldn't cultivate sleepiness no matter what.
Although he turned off the lights in the tent, the lights in the bedroom were not turned off. The dim bedside lamp illuminated a small open space, and the warm yellow light outlined Fu Ruien's figure.
Suddenly, Fu Ruien's figure moved.
Qiu Qiu watched as Fu Ruien sat up from the bed and slowly moved to his tent.
"Dong dong dong," said the big bad wolf outside the tent, "Qiuqiu, can I come in?"
Qiu Qiu didn't delay for a second, and immediately got out of the sleeping bag, and lifted the curtain of the tent for Fu Ruien.
Qiu Qiu was used to wearing only a pair of underwear when sleeping, and Bai Shengsheng's naked body appeared in front of Fu Ruien for only a second before being swallowed back by the sleeping bag again.
Fu Ruien regained his composure, and then got into Qiu Qiu's small tent.
This was Fu Ruien's first "official visit" to Qiu Qiu's "room", so he had to look carefully at it. The small tent was neatly packed, the chandelier and mosquito nets were hung up, Qiu Qiu slept against the wall wrapped in a sleeping bag, and his changed clothes, mobile phone, and charging treasure were placed in the corner. Everything is clean and tidy, Qiu Qiu is the most IKEA and IKEA boy Fu Ruien has ever met.
The tent is not big, and two adults will inevitably touch hands and feet inside.
Fu Ruien poked the dimples on his face with his hand, and said softly, "Qiuqiu, I'm sorry, my godfather made you worry today."
Qiu Qiu thought of his godfather's pale face in pain today, and his heart ached so badly, he said nervously: "... Godfather, you will live a long life."
Fu Ruien was a little dazed, and didn't understand what kind of routine this was, so he could only answer: "Well, so is Qiuqiu."
"I don't need it. It is enough for me to live to be eighty-one years old."
"..." Fu Ruien was taken aback for a moment. He had a hard-hearted heart that had been forged countless times by time and world affairs, but after meeting Qiu Qiu, he was softened every time.
He hugged Qiu Qiu funnyly, put his arms around him through the sleeping bag, couldn't help but kissed his dimple.
This was the first time that Fu Ruien had substantively sexually harassed him after the two people's "nurturing relationship" ended. Qiu Qiu blushed when he kissed him, hesitated for two seconds, and turned his head to the side.
Fu Ruien thought that he was unwilling to be eaten tofu by himself, but Qiu Qiu urged him in a low voice: "There is...there is another side."
So Fu Ruien gently kissed his left cheek again.
The two lay in the tent, side by side, and Xu Xu talked all night. After talking, Qiu Qiu fell asleep in a daze, resting his head on Fu Ruien's arm, and buried himself in his godfather's arms .
—The two "lived together" for so long, and Fu Ruien finally managed to "stay overnight".