He Rijun coming again

The time for the second blind date is again scheduled for the weekend.

Luo Zhiwen responded perfunctorily, with a plan in mind to solve the backlog of work at home.

Instead of writing songs for the WZH group, he has to write the ending song for the main theme movie.

He had just written two lines when the phone rang.

"Brother Feng?" Luo Zhiwen drank yogurt with a straw in his mouth, "Is there something wrong?"

Feng Qingzhu asked: "Where is it?"

"Home." He tapped on the keyboard, deleted what he had written before, and sighed at the blank document, "What about you?"

"company."

In the divorce agreement, Feng Qingzhu gave all the shares in his hand to Luo Zhiwen, and now at work, sitting in the CEO's office, is also working for him.

Luo Zhiwen thought it was funny, he held his chin and turned the pen next to the computer: "Why are you calling me at this time?"

"I met Chu Yuefeng."

"Huh?" He straightened up suddenly, "He won't go to the company to find you, will he?"

More than looking for it, Chu Yuefeng even went to the company to have a showdown with Feng Qingzhu.

Chu Yuefeng said that knowing that the two of them had a three-year marriage, he hoped that Feng Qingzhu would stop pestering Luo Zhiwen and give him a real freedom.

Feng Qingzhu listened patiently for a while, and then asked Han Qianshan to drive Chu Yuefeng out.

There was already a lot of rumors about their marriage in the company, but now there are many Chu Yuefengs, it's even more explosive.

The Dipper matter over there had just subsided, but here Luo Zhiwen started again.

Chu Yuefeng's life experience was quickly uncovered, and Feng Qingzhu had an extra green hat in the eyes of netizens, and he had become a downright taken advantage of.

Feng Qingzhu didn't care about the ridicule from the netizens, but he was upset, worried that Luo Zhiwen would be dragged on a blind date by his family when he was not at home.

once, twice...

When will he be able to remarry?

"Brother Feng, are you coming back for dinner tonight?" Luo Zhiwen didn't think too much about it, and focused on creating, "If you don't come back, I'll order takeaway."

"Come back." Feng Qingzhu squeezed the phone tightly, "Don't eat takeout, it's not good for your health."

"Then don't eat it, I'll make it for you anyway." Luo Zhiwen muttered on the other end of the phone, "Hang up."

"Ah Wen..."

The one who answered Feng Qingzhu was a cold "beep beep".

Feng Qingzhu frowned.

"Brother Feng, are you looking for me?" Han Qianshan knocked on the door and walked into the office, with two obvious dark circles under his eye sockets, and he was angry, "I checked that Chu Yuefeng, his identity is fine, and the Chu family and the Luo family are indeed A business partner."

"that's it?"

"Oh, he's been chasing stars before." Han Qianshan threw out a printed document, which showed Chu Yuefeng's Zhalang account posting mood in the past three years, "13.00% of the original content is related to the WZH combination."

"...But it's not surprising." Han Qianshan shrugged, "I know how popular the combination I brought out is. Brother Feng, I'm not bragging to you. When WZH was the most popular, just pick a topic. , you can stay on the trending search for a week, it’s completely upvoted by fans, and you don’t need the company’s money to buy it.”

Feng Qingzhu flipped through the documents printed out by Han Qianshan, thoughtful.

Feng Qingzhu had no choice but to be vigilant against opponents who also had past life memories.

He knew what kind of unscrupulous person Chen Beidou was.

It's like he knows that today's Dipper definitely doesn't like Luo Zhiwen, and the news on the Internet just makes them unhappy.

Why are you so sure?

Because Feng Qingzhu knew that Chen Beidou didn't love anyone, he only loved himself.

For himself, the past he can abandon the country.

Now he just lost his dispensable career, which is nothing.

Feng Qingzhu left the company's mess to Han Qianshan before it was time to get off work.

He went to the supermarket to buy vegetables, and bought a bouquet of roses at the flower shop. When he returned home, Luo Zhiwen had already cooked the meal, and was sitting on the sofa with the cushions in his arms, watching a TV series.

"Are you back?" Luo Zhiwen heard the door open.

"En." Feng Qingzhu walked into the living room and handed over the flowers.

"For me?" He raised his eyelids in surprise, and looked at Feng Qingzhu with a serious expression, "Why do you think of buying flowers?"

"give you."

"It's not a festival, what roses are you giving?" Luo Zhiwen said no, but he was actually very happy.

He and Feng Qingzhu had been married for three years and had never received any presents.

Whether it's wedding anniversary or Valentine's Day, he spends it alone at home alone.

Now this simple bouquet of roses is already... the best gift Luo Zhiwen received after her marriage.

Feng Qingzhu looked at Luo Zhiwen's back, his heart sank slowly.

Not for the blind date he is about to face, but for the three years he missed.

He didn't want Luo Zhiwen to choose to remarry because of the heavy memories of the past, he wanted Ah Wen to be happy.

The promise that was not fulfilled in the previous life cannot be missed in this life.

After dinner, Luo Zhiwen held the computer and started creating again.

He is not used to it very well, he likes to lie on his stomach or crookedly on the sofa, leaning on the cushion, and write imaginatively.

In the past, there was no one at home, so Luo Zhiwen could do whatever he wanted, but now that he has Feng Qingzhu, his life will not be so easy.

"Go to the study to write." Feng Qingzhu pressed Luo Zhiwen's hand, "You lie on the sofa like this, it's not good for your cervical spine and eyes."

"Brother Feng, you interrupted my train of thought!"

"Ah Wen..."

"Do not talk."

Feng Qingzhu pursed his lips and remained silent, his jaw was tense, seeing that Luo Zhiwen didn't hear anything outside the window and only wanted to write songs, so he got up and made a phone call.

In less than half an hour, the housekeeping company delivered the ergonomic chair and pressed it in the living room.

"Brother Feng, can't you?" Luo Zhiwen hugged the computer, frowning.

With a cold face, Feng Qingzhu motioned for him to sit over: "From now on, you will work there."

"But I like sofas."

"Come back when you're done."

Luo Zhiwen wanted to resist, took advantage of Feng Qingzhu's inattention, slipped back to lie on the sofa, was caught once and was spanked, couldn't wipe his face off, sat down on a chair, and wrote a song with a sad face.

But it's not over.

Feng Qingzhu was sitting on the sofa with the tablet in his arms, with his back straight, and when he heard his cell phone ringing, his hot eyes shot over, piercing his body like needles.

Luo Zhiwen endured and endured, couldn't bear it anymore, rushed over to protest: "Brother Feng!"

"What's wrong?" Feng Qingzhu put the tablet aside as if nothing had happened.

"When I came back from a blind date last time, I felt that something was wrong with you." He sat down on the sofa and sealed Qingzhu's "abnormalities", "Why did you call me three times in the morning when you went to work in the company? I called you ten times, but you ignored me, now as long as I don't answer a call, you keep sending me question marks on WeChat!"

Feng Qingzhu coughed lightly and looked away.

Luo Zhiwen brought up the chat interface, and swipe crashingly: "Brother Feng, you can forget about sending question marks, but also send the smile that comes with the system, it's too scary."

"Can't you?" Feng Qingzhu's slender fingers poked on the screen of his mobile phone, and sent another one, "I just want to...smile to you."

Facing the fresh smile on the screen, Luo Zhiwen struggled to twitch the corners of his mouth.

He was discouraged: "Okay, maybe people your age like to smile, and my parents like it too."

When Feng Qingzhu heard this, a crack finally appeared on his calm expression.

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