The little wolf dog of the actor's house

The boy was silent for a while, then nodded: "It's very important, brother, you don't know what life I lived in the past, so you don't know what Huafeng means to me."

Zhuo Qingfan raised his eyes, stared at the boy's eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Then what does Huafeng mean to you...?"

The boy's eyebrows darkened: "It means dignity, it means redemption, it means freedom."

Zhuo Qingfan's breathing became tight: "Why do you say that?"

Fu Yunyi sighed, buried his head on the man's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Brother, before I went to your house, I didn't have a name. Everyone called me Xiao Yezhong, even Fu Wanlin called me that."

Zhuo Qingfan's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"In the eyes of the Fu family, I'm not even as good as a dog." The boy said in a flat tone, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, "Because the dog is a dog that works for the Fu family, a dog of pure blood, and I Well, I'm just a country woman, an illegitimate child who can't get on the stage, my existence itself is a mistake."

"Chu Xiangyun hates me, so she told everyone in the Fu family not to treat me as a human being, so, in the Fu family, anyone can step on me, even the aunt who sweeps the floor can spit and call me a bitch when she sees me born of a child."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart tightened, his eyes were red and he unconsciously said, "I'm sorry..."

Fu Yunyi smiled wryly, raised his head and stared into the man's eyes and said, "Brother, why are you so stupid, I'm sorry for what you said, but it was Chu Xiangyun who harmed me, just a group of servants of the Fu family who were stalking others."

Zhuo Qingfan's breathing was tight, the three words Chu Xiangyun were like tiny iron needles, piercing his heart one by one, making him almost out of breath in pain.

"So, I want to take back everything I deserve." The boy whispered resolutely, "I want all those who looked down on me to kneel at my feet."

"Chu Xiangyun wants to see me prostrate and beg for mercy. Okay, then I will take Huafeng back and let her have nothing. Let her see how the little bastard she has been scolding stepped on the bodies of his two sons and stepped on her." You can only look up at the height."

Zhuo Qingfan nodded in a daze: "I understand, Huafeng...is really important to you."

"It's very important, but..." Fu Yunyi paused, suddenly took Zhuo Qingfan's hand, kissed the back of his hand, and said in a low voice, "No matter how important it is, it's not as important as my brother, Huafeng is a dream, You are my heart."

You are my heart.

It's a part of my body that I can't let go of.

Zhuo Qingfan's eyes twitched slightly: "...Are you the original intention?"

"Yes." The boy's eyes were deep, "I don't need Huafeng, because Huafeng is just a dream of mine at a stage. Not as important as you."

Beginning.

Beginning.

Zhuo Qingfan repeated these two words, his heart hurt like a knife.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He might be down.

Zhuo Qingfan had this thought more than once.

Sure enough, the next morning, he was too hot to get out of bed.

The inner demon added self-blame, sad and hurt the body, and the burden in my heart was oppressive for six days in a row, and no one could stand it.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Zhuo Qingfan woke up from the nightmare dizzily, when he turned his head and saw the bright light outside the window, he was startled, and quickly stood up with his hands on the bed.

It was already dawn, and he hadn't cooked breakfast for Fu Yunyi yet.

Zhuo Qingfan threw off the quilt and got out of bed, but he put on his slippers and stood up, his knees gave way, and he sat down on the bed with a bang.

It hurts, my whole body hurts, my head feels like it's going to explode, and I'm light-headed and dizzy.

Zhuo Qingfan touched his forehead, even his palm was very hot, maybe he could feel it, his body was glowing with abnormal high temperature.

The man sighed helplessly and had a fever.

He even had a fever at this time.

Tomorrow is the time agreed with Chu Xiangyun. He is so burned, how should he deal with that woman?

While he was meditating, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

"Brother? Brother?" Fu Yunyi called him outside the door.

Zhuo Qingfan quickly responded: "Wait a minute." After saying that, he realized that his voice was unbelievably hoarse.

Fu Yunyi paused, and shouted anxiously outside the door: "Brother, what's wrong with your throat? Have you caught a cold?"

Zhuo Qingfan touched his Adam's apple, cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "I'm fine, you go to the living room and wait for me first, I'll go out after washing up."

He can't open the door now, he just got up, and he had another night of nightmares, and he also had a cold and a fever. He must be haggard, if Fu Yunyi saw it, he would be suspicious and worried.

How much to wash and tidy up.

"Okay then." The boy said outside the door, "Hurry up, I've warmed up milk and sandwiches for you, you want to come down and eat."

Zhuo Qingfan nodded quickly: "Okay."

Hearing the boy's footsteps coming down the stairs, Zhuo Qingfan heaved a sigh of relief, stood up with strength and walked into the bathroom.

After washing up and tidying up, seeing that the person in the mirror was not so haggard and weak, Zhuo Qingfan wiped his face, opened the door and went downstairs.

Fu Yunyi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a financial newspaper, and when he heard the man coming downstairs, he turned his head and shouted, "Brother."

Zhuo Qingfan responded, walked to the sofa in a nonchalant manner, looked up at the watch, frowned and asked, "It's almost nine o'clock, why don't you go to work?"

"I'm worried about you." Fu Yunyi put down the newspaper, "This is the first time you've stayed in bed. You used to get up at seven o'clock before. This is the first time you've been this late."

"I'm fine." Zhuo Qingfan sat down next to the boy, licked the corners of his dry lips, and said softly, "Last night I was reading and went to bed late, so I didn't get up."

Fu Yunyi frowned, turned to look at the man's pale face, and said worriedly: "Brother, your face is very ugly, are you sick?"

"No." Zhuo Qingfan shook his head, "Don't worry about me."

"I think you must be sick." The boy suddenly stretched out his hand, "Let me take your temperature...."