chatter [entertainment]

"Does she really not mind?"

Thinking of that night in Japan, Shell lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead with some distress, "Really, you still scolded me for being so slow in teasing people."

The warm yellow light covered them, Wu Fuyang looked at the light in Xie Er's eyes, and kissed him lightly on the corner of his lips.

This kiss was too soft, but it made Shell feel extremely emotional.

Wu Fuyang looked at him and sighed softly: "It's really..."

As the old saying goes, if you don't try, you never know what the result will be.

He never imagined that the result would be such a smooth situation.

Seeing his hesitant to speak, Xie Er suddenly panicked, "Could it be that your mother also knows?"

"She disagrees?"

"Is this why you were asked to work in the company?"

"Want you to stay away from me?"

Shell's thoughts began to diverge.

Wu Fuyang raised his hand again, holding his neck and pressing down.

Shell blushed and looked up, "Don't interrupt, right?"

Wu Fuyang pressed his fingers on the corner of his lips, and said with a chuckle: "No, she agreed."

Shell blinked at him for a moment, then felt a sudden excitement about getting up and going to bed.

"hiss……"

Wu Fuyang grabbed his hand.

Shell was startled, and quickly leaned over and began to untangle his hair.After talking for a while, he forgot that Yang Yang's hair was still wrapped around his hands.

"Or I'd better cut my hair."

"...Sorry, I was wrong."

The next day, Wu Fuyang went to work in the company, and Xie Er returned to his home.

He sat in the small study, looking at the heavy snow outside the window, his thoughts drifted a little.

Songwriting is an inspired job, and Schell never pushes himself.I stop and write, and I don’t have a definite direction for so long.

Now I have some ideas.

It's just that the idea is too risky.

He picked up the pen and began to outline the shape of the snowman.

The snowflakes dangling and drifting outside the window are like messengers sent by the snowman, wanting to spy on the life of the creator.

In the evening, Wu Fuyang came back from get off work.

He waited at the door and tenderly took the coat and scarf he had taken off.Then he took him to the restaurant, and on the table was the takeaway he had worked so hard to order.

After dinner, Wu Fuyang changed into home clothes and went to the kitchen to help Xie Er wipe the water off the tableware.

He said casually: "Otherwise, I'll find a decoration company to connect the two floors and install a staircase."

Shell just glanced at him, then said hello with his eyebrows bent.

Everything became natural and logical.

No hesitation, no surprise, it just happened.

Although the kitten in Shell's body still scratched his heart lightly.

Before going to bed, Xie Er lay on the bed and texted Pan Yue on Wu Fuyang's stomach.

[Xie Er]: How is the filming going?

[Pan Yue]: I was watching Boss Jian kill people with his aura.

[Xie Er]: There is a big brother Jane in the group you joined?

[Xie Er]: Yes, you!

[Thank ears]: Dogs are rich and honored, don't forget each other.

【Pan Yue】: Hey hey hey.jpg

[Pan Yue]: Don't do this, don't do this, keep a low profile.

[Pan Yue]: The boss plays a rogue prince, and he really grew his hair for filming.

[Xie Er]: A boss is a boss, the level is really high.

【Xie Er】: Then if he plays the monk, will he shave his head?

[Pan Yue]: Yes...

[Pan Yue]: But he is also the prettiest monk among the monks with his head shaved.

[Xie Er]: This cruel truth...

After talking nonsense with Pan Yue, Xie Er finally got to the point.

【Xie Er】: I plan to release an album.

[Xie Er]: Are you free?Sincerely invite Mr. Pan Yue, a famous arranger and lyricist.

[Pan Yue]: Easy to talk about!

[Pan Yue]: How much is the salary?

[Xie Er]: Which one of us is talking to whom? Talking about money hurts our feelings.

[Pan Yue]: No time, goodbye!

Shell laughed for a while, and threw a few emoticons over.

Pan Yue reckoned that he really didn't have many roles, and he didn't disappear for a while after playing with the phone for so long to show he was busy.

[Xie Er]: Alright, how about I sincerely hire you to write songs for me?

[Pan Yue]: That's about the same.

[Pan Yue]: That's it!

Xie Er smiled, and knew that it was just a joke, Pan Yue would not really ask for money.

Still, Shell would give it whether he wanted it or not.

After closing Pan Yue's dialog box, Xie Er looked at Brother Tian who was buried far behind, and opened his dialog box with some pity.

Finally saw the message he sent at this time yesterday.

[Tiange]: I didn't expect you to be smart.

[Brother Tian]: Before posting Weibo, I knew to trick those idiots first, and then you can act after they make a snowman and post Weibo

[Tian Ge]: Awesome!

【Brother Tian】::)

Xie Er hesitated. He originally wanted to tell Brother Tian that they were together, but he was afraid that Brother Tian would come over with a knife if he became agitated.

Forget it, we will talk about it in person when everyone comes back at the end of the year.

He put down his phone, stretched out his hand and touched Wu Fuyang's face, "What are you doing?"

Wu Fuyang squeezed his groping paw with one free hand, then put it on his head and rubbed it, and said softly, "Find a decoration company."

Shell bared his small white teeth, "Don't your domineering presidents always order assistants to do these things?"

Wu Fuyang: "The assistant also has to get off work, anyway, I'm free now."

"Shouldn't assistants be on call 24 hours a day?" Schell joked.

His head was patted lightly, and Wu Fuyang sneered, "I think you haven't forgotten those messy novels."

"What novel?" Shell asked suspiciously.

Wu Fuyang: "The ones you forced me to watch in high school."

Shell was still a little confused, "I forced you to read it? What book?"

Wu Fuyang finally put down his phone, got up slightly, put his hand under his armpit, and pushed him up.

Xie Er lay on top of him and listened to him read word by word with a blank face: "The runaway sweetheart of the domineering president, the genius girl who is forced by the president to love, the cruel president..."

Shell covered his mouth, his face flushed unnaturally, "Shut up, I don't know, I don't remember, don't rely on me."

Some things are not embarrassing when they happen. What is embarrassing is that when you passed that age of ignorance and realized that it was a very embarrassing thing at the beginning, someone still remembered it and reminded you to remind you again. !

Shell was really embarrassed.

He didn't know why he liked to watch these at the time, he couldn't remember clearly, but this didn't prevent him from being embarrassed now.

Are you kidding me? !

Hey!

Why is Wu Fuyang's memory so good? !

Xie Er thought a little resentfully, no wonder I failed him in the exam, the hardware strength was inferior, and it was useless to pray to God and Buddha.

Chapter 47

Smart people are efficient.

Wu Fuyang had been talking nonsense with him for so long last night, yet he managed to find a decoration company so quickly.

Shell sat in the small study and listened to the sound of jingling bells outside. After thinking for a while, he still didn't wear headphones.

For the next three days, Schell spent the next three days writing songs, drawing pictures, and watching movies in his small study at home.

Most of the time is painting, then watching movies, and finally writing songs.

There is no way, he is not really engaged in art after all, and he doesn't love music deeply enough.Under this kind of strong noise, I can't write a song.It's the same as being unable to do homework on the subway, but being able to watch a movie.

Originally, Xie Er wanted to go to the company to meet Wu Fuyang and visit his office, but he felt that he was going from a place where he couldn't work to another place where he couldn't work.

The difference is that the former is forced and the latter is spontaneous.

On the day the construction team withdrew, Schell wiped the newly added stairs in the living room with a rag, then hurriedly arranged them and took a short video.After sending it to Wu Fuyang, he sent another one in the WeChat group.

The originally spacious living room became two parts because of the newly added stairs.

One is the living room, and the other is the small space under the stairs.

The small space has been dealt with, with shelves inside, a circle of fabric sofas under the upper half of the stairs, and a small wooden table in the middle.

There was a thick plush carpet on the floor, and there were throw pillows everywhere on the sofa and on the floor.

The space under the second half of the stairs is too narrow, so I simply put a few guitars there.

Wu Fuyang didn't know that he had brought the guitar here.

[Pan Yue]:?

[Xie Er]: It has just been renovated, how is it?

[Pan Yue]: New one?Didn't you just buy a set some time ago?

[Xie Er]: No new ones, just the same set.

[Qiao Yufan]: Isn't your set a big flat?

[Peng Wei]: Isn't Yang Zi upstairs?

[Pan Yue]:? ? ?

[Qiao Yufan]:? ? ?

[Peng Bo]:? ? ?

Shell: ...

Gan!

It was exposed in such a place.

When buying a house at that time, everyone said they would help him find it. He didn't even think about it, so he directly asked if there were any vacant houses upstairs and downstairs in Yangyang.

Then he bought this set.

As we all know, his house is on the Daping floor, and Wu Fuyang is upstairs.

Now this situation is a bit embarrassing.

[Pan Yue]: I didn't expect you to be so overbearing, you even want to get your hands on Yang Zai's house!

[Qiao Yufan]: So overbearing!

[Peng Wei]: So overbearing!

[Pan Yue]: You can go to eat every day like this, damn it, I'm so sour!

Shell: ...

Seeing these three fools, Xie Er couldn't bear it.

After thinking about it, he still called Wu Fuyang at work.

Unexpectedly, the beep only rang once, and Wu Fuyang picked it up.

"what happened?"

depressed