After Lao Gong lost his memory, he thought he was a double

Because of guessing, Xie Ling subconsciously began to observe Mr. Fu, so Young Master Xie suddenly discovered many things that he hadn't noticed before.

For example, there must be one dish that Mr. Fu cooks every day that he particularly likes to eat, and in comparison, the taste of this favorite dish must be better than other dishes, as if he secretly practiced countless times before serving it. he eats.

For example, Mr. Fu puts water on his left hand every day.Xie Ling's right hand was injured when he was a child, during that time he developed the habit of using his left hand, and when he grows up, he also feels more comfortable using his left hand.

For another example, there are no peaches in the fruit at home - Xie Ling is allergic to peaches.

All kinds of signs showed that Mr. Fu knew him very well, and sometimes Xie Ling even thought that he was the one who lost his memory, because he confirmed that he never knew Fu Mingcheng before.

He felt that Mr. Fu probably might...really like him.

But who would like a person who has nothing to do with each other?

"Who would like someone who has nothing to do with each other?" Wen Ziran heard Xie Ling ask this question and couldn't help repeating it. He thought for a few seconds and gave the answer——

"Of course it's a fan!"

"Although I have no intersection with my idol, but maybe because of my face, maybe because of a show, or maybe I saw some movie cuts, so I fell in love with it. Hey, my fans just want to see my Neptune rollover, they are not at all I really love me, hum."

Xie Ling wanted to say that he was not a star, but the next moment he suddenly realized something.

He opened the browser and searched for words such as "Master Hundred Billion" and "Xie Ling", and hundreds of thousands of search results popped up immediately.

Xie Ling: "..." He seems to be a celebrity too.

The Xie family is the richest man in the country. When Comrade Xie Rongguang did not accept the Xie family, he was very active on the Internet when he was only the second youngest of the Xie family. After giving birth to Xie Ling, he took Xie Ling to show off every day. Look at his precious son.

And this world is dominated by Yangou after all. When the pink and jade-carved little Xie Ling appeared in the camera, he instantly hit the hearts of countless people. When looking at the camera, my heart almost melts.

[Woooooooo the richest man lied to me to have a baby! 】

[The young master is too cute! 】

Xie Ling had a huge fan group when he was very young, referred to as mom and dad fans, and as Xie Ling grew up, this fan group gradually expanded, and began to increase some wife fans and husband fans , CP fans, Wei fans, etc... But in terms of size, there are still more mother fans and father fans.

Traffic depends on variety shows, actors depend on their works, and Master Xie depends on fans.

His fans are rare and loyal. Most of the original father fans and mother fans are now married and established. They have time, energy, skills and qualifications, and they can easily get resources from the fan base. They have time to do something for their young master. CUT clips attract fans.

So much so that Xie Ling has quite a lot of video resources on the Internet.

Just click on a video to see his growth trajectory, from childhood to teenager to youth, the background music is brisk, and the filter is extremely soft, it looks like he has witnessed his growth with his own eyes.

As the protagonist of the video, Xie Ling felt very ashamed to see himself. He turned off the video and recalled Mr. Fu's actions during this time.

Hmm... It's indeed a bit like a father taking care of his son.

Is the radiation area of ​​his fans so large that even Fu Mingcheng can be covered? .

"Why do you ask this, the boss cares about the emotional life of employees?" Wen Ziran lay on the sofa with his feet up, he picked up a cherry and put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Is there a fan who came to you to confess? "

Xie Ling said calmly, "No."

Even if Mr. Fu is a fan, he hasn't confessed yet.

Wen Ziran said lazily: "You don't have to worry about it, I think your fans are quite sensible, at most they just check in on your father's Weibo, enclosing the land and being cute, it can be called a textbook among fans. You The craziest fans are those who have been checking in on your dad's Weibo for ten years."

Xie Ling frowned: "What punch card?"

"Huh? You don't even know how to clock in?!" Wen Ziran sat up with disbelief in his eyes.

"Just Uncle Xie, he posted a Weibo when you were a teenager. The content was probably 'If you like my son, come and check in. If you have a chance, you can draw a daughter-in-law here'. Uncle Xie also brought a You're a dog head, a trendy trend. Then a group of your mother fans will be the first to check in, and then everyone who joins your fan circle will have the habit of checking in. This custom has lasted for almost ten years, don't you know??"

Xie Ling: "..."

I really don't know.

I don't know that my father is so idle, and I don't know that my fans are so spoiled by my father, and they can still regard this thing as a "custom".

"You just said that someone clocked in for ten years?" Xie Ling asked.

Wen Ziran became interested: "That's not true! And these ten years as a day is not a metaphor, it really started from the first day of check-in, and it has been updated every day. So far, there are more than [-] Weibos, basically every one of them is It's "I wish Lingling happy every day", and holidays may become "I wish Lingling a happy New Year" or "I wish Lingling a happy New Year's day". On your birthday, it is "I wish Lingling a happy birthday". He is raising his son, but two days ago he posted a Weibo inexplicably asking if there are any breeds of cats that are uglier."

Wen Ziran has always been a gossip, especially when he is in the fan circle. Fans all know that he is cousin Xie Ling, and sometimes they will chat with him about Xie Ling. This brother who has been persistent in checking in for ten years has a huge fan base in Xie Ling. Li is also a very famous one. He went to see it out of curiosity, and secretly paid attention to it with a trumpet.

I, Wen Ziran, really want to see this person break up!

Ask... a cat?

Xie Ling's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a guess, "Is it under my dad's Weibo?"

"No, this person reposts your dad's Weibo ten years ago every day, and then leaves a message with a picture." Wen Ziran looked very understanding, "You can just search for his ID, his ID is 'Yuncheng', and you can find it The first one is him, with millions of fans, all of them are followed by your fans out of curiosity, and someone offered to inherit his account."

I heard that there is a mother fan of Xie Ling, and I think this account is very valuable for collection.

"A cloud of clouds, a city of cities?" Xie Ling asked.

Wen Ziran: "That's right!"

Xie Ling searched for the ID of Yuncheng, and there was a non-V account with 500 million fans at the top, and the avatar was also the default avatar. When he clicked on the account, the first item on the homepage was today's punch card, which said "I wish Lingling happy every day", and then continued After flipping through a few posts, I came across Wen Ziran’s “Ask Ugly Cat” Weibo. After counting the days, it was almost the day after he said he had a cat.

Xie Ling stood up suddenly. He walked to the glass cabinet where the documents were stored, opened the door and took out a black box, and took out a document from it.

This is the information about Mr. Fu that he asked his assistant to check after receiving the certificate. It briefly describes Mr. Fu's life experience and entrepreneurial history, which looks a bit like a biography.

And on the last few pages, there are several comments in small print that are not obvious, one of which is...

——Mr. Fu Mingcheng used the name Fu Yuncheng before he became an adult, but changed his name to Fu Mingcheng after he became an adult.

Cloud City!

The case is solved, Mr. Fu is actually his fan!Still a fan!

Xie Ling's eyes were a little dazed.

...It turns out that Mr. Fu wanted to be my father.

Xie Ling came home later than usual today. He sat at the dining table, looked at the stewed beef with potatoes that was closest to him, and couldn't help thinking——

In last year's annual summary report, his fan group wrote his favorite dishes TOP10, one of which was beef stew with potatoes.

Xie Ling bit his chopsticks, and his thoughts were a little empty. That's right, he is indeed my fan.

"Lingling?"

"Ah..." Xie Ling came back to his senses, his eyes flickered slightly, "I lost my mind, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Fu Mingcheng shook his head, and then said, "The food is getting cold, let's eat first."

Because the dishes are getting cold, it's my father's thinking to ask me to eat quickly, Xie Ling thought while eating.

As soon as he put down his chopsticks after eating, Fu Mingcheng said again: "I stewed soup, Lingling should drink some more soup to nourish his stomach."

Xie Ling took the soup, his eyes fluttered.

His fans also know that his stomach is not good, and they will leave a message under his father's Weibo saying, "Please hire a better nutritionist for our family, please, Qiuqiu, Zaizai is still a child!"

Mr. Fu cooks soup for him almost every day, just to nourish his stomach.

Xie Ling looked down at the soup bowl, and became more convinced of his guess - he really wanted to be my father.

Mr. Fu does lack a sense of security, but his sense of security does not depend on relying on others, but wants others to depend on him!

"Is Ling Ling feeling unwell?" Fu Mingcheng looked inquiringly, Ling Ling seemed to be in a daze today.

Fu Mingcheng was worried that Ling Ling was sick, so he reached out his hand to touch Ling Ling's head, but Xie Ling stood up abruptly as if frightened, avoiding Fu Mingcheng's hand.

Xie Ling didn't dare to look directly at Mr. Fu, and his tone was a little flustered: "I'm done eating, let's go upstairs first..."

"Lingling." Fu Mingcheng grabbed Xie Ling's arm, frowning slightly, "Take your temperature first."

Xie Ling sighed quietly: "Okay."

At this time, he never forgot to pay attention to my physical condition, which is much better than my own father.

Fu Mingcheng brought the medicine box over and carefully sterilized the thermometer with alcohol swabs. In order to take care of Fu Mingcheng's feeling of being a father, Xie Ling took the initiative to unbutton it, without explaining that he was actually in good health.

Fu Mingcheng's eyes fell on Xie Ling's collarbone inadvertently, along the open neckline he could see a dazzlingly white and beautiful body, his fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually darkened.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, what is Ling Ling doing... is she inviting him?

Xie Ling noticed that Mr. Fu was looking at his chest all the time, he thought for two seconds and suddenly realized - I understand, it's dad who is worried about the cold!

He quickly fastened the buttons, and obediently reached out to Mr. Fu for a thermometer, "I can do it myself."

Don't bother the old father!

Fu Mingcheng paused, he handed the thermometer to Xie Ling and squatted down.

He raised his head slightly to look at Xie Ling, put his hands on the latter's knees, there seemed to be doubts in his eyes, why is Ling Ling resisting his touch again?

Xie Ling clamped the thermometer and looked up at the man in front of him. No matter how many times he looked at it, he still felt that Mr. Fu's eyes were very like a puppy, with a milky smell for some reason. Young Master Xie used his strong willpower to hold back. No need to pat Mr. Fu on the head.

"Okay." Xie Ling said.

Since Mr. Fu wants someone to rely on him, Xie Ling doesn't mind temporarily playing the role of relying on him, but this is not a long-term solution after all, and the milk cat should be quite a family member, he thought.

Fu Mingcheng pursed his lips, he grabbed Xie Ling's wrist, and rubbed his fingers unconsciously between Xie Ling's wrists.The man looked at Xie Ling with the same gentle expression as before, but Xie Ling, who was brainwashed by Wen Ziran, read a bit of kindness.

Kneeling on one knee, Mr. Fu suddenly moved his body closer. His gaze rested on Xie Ling's lips, but he didn't make any further moves, as if he was asking for instructions.

Xie Ling opened his eyes slightly, and avoided Mr. Fu as if he was frightened. Even with the thermometer in his hands, he quickly left the sofa. He only breathed out when he was "safe".

Fu Mingcheng looked at Xie Ling with helpless and aggrieved eyes, and the latter was determined not to start.

I'm afraid you will feel guilty in the future!

After Xie Ling took his temperature, he hurried upstairs. Young Master Xie, who was almost attacked by Mr. Fu, thought that raising a cat must be on the agenda.

Mr. Fu wants to raise a cub, but he is not a real cub after all, let alone because of amnesia and memory confusion, Mr. Fu has twisted his old father's love for his cub into love, and because of his lack of security, he longs to get close to him .

He won't lose flesh if he gets close, but Mr. Fu will definitely feel guilty when he wakes up. He can't just watch Mr. Fu condemn himself!

Raising a small animal can heal people's hearts, and the little milk cat itself is clingy. After raising a cat, Mr. Fu probably won't want to raise a son.

Xie Ling felt that there was no problem with his logic. No matter how cute a human cub is, can it be as cute as a kitten?

impossible.

Xie Ling has two assistants. Assistant Ming is responsible for handling the handover between Xingcheng and Fengrui. Sometimes he will attend some important meetings instead of Xie Ling. His position is equivalent to that of a vice president. The other assistant is mainly responsible for Xie Ling's daily affairs. , such as itinerary reports and personnel transfers.

Xie Ling lay on the bed and left a message to the life assistant, asking him to help find a cattery and take some pictures of the kittens.

[Assistant Hao: Boss QAQ, I'm allergic to cat fur. You are matching me with a young lady who is traveling with me. Can I be her driver? 】

Xie Ling didn't expect Assistant Hao to be allergic to cat fur. Assistant Hao kept a lot of cat photos and dolls in his office, and he often talked about cats. It could be seen that Assistant Hao liked cats very much. He thought Assistant Hao also had cats. .

If you have allergies, you can't have a cat.

After he replied to Assistant Hao, he began to think about this question. Mr. Fu should not be allergic to cat fur.

Just as he was thinking about it, Fu Mingcheng opened the door and entered the house.

Xie Ling subconsciously asked, "Are you allergic to cat fur?"

Fu Mingcheng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head: "I shouldn't be allergic, do you want... a cat?"

He didn't want Ling Ling to keep a cat. According to the Internet, cats like to compete for favor and will steal Ling Ling's attention by virtue of their cute appearance.Fu Mingcheng thought again that Ling Ling wouldn't let him touch him tonight, and he felt miserable. His eyes darkened. Originally, Ling Ling didn't like him, and he wouldn't even look at him if he had a cat.

But he has already lied to Lingling many times, so he can't lie to Lingling about this kind of thing.

"I want to raise one, it's very cute." Xie Ling blinked, and raised one to be your son!

Fu Mingcheng walked to the bedside, looked at Xie Ling, and suddenly smiled: "Well, let's raise it."

Just a cat, how big waves can it make.

Fu Mingcheng: "Let's raise a smaller one, it's easy to raise, and..."

"Buzz-"

Xie Ling's mobile phone vibrated and interrupted Fu Mingcheng. Seeing that it was An Jin's WeChat call, Young Master Xie thought about it and connected it.

"Lingling! Tomorrow, I will sing whether you will come or not. I will reserve a seat for you. The front row of the concert is empty, it's embarrassing. Come on, come on, just in time to watch Twelve's first show , we are in the rehearsal today, the girls performed very well, they are super good! Wen Ziran's performance is very poor! Not at all! But I can definitely tune-teach him well today, after all, it is my concert, so I can't be ashamed No."

An Jin knew what Xie Ling wanted to hear most, so she explained the situation of "Twelve" and Wen Ziran clearly, and then said mysteriously: "By the way, Lingling, my little pudding is back, do you want Don't want it!"

An Jin held up the long-haired pure white puppet cat with green eyes to the camera, and the big cat gave a childish "meow~", as if greeting Xie Ling.

Xie Ling was a little surprised: "Have you grown so big?"

Little Pudding is An Jin's cat. It is three years old this year. An Jin took it away with her when she went abroad. The last time Xie Ling saw Little Pudding was just a kitten. She didn't expect it to be so big now.

"Puffy and hairy, I just forgot to take him to fix it. Our little pudding is a great beauty." An Jin lowered her head and stroked the little pudding's hair.

After stroking the hair, he raised his head and said in a coquettish tone, "Come tomorrow, I don't worry about others taking care of Little Pudding."

According to An Jin's plan, Lingling may refuse his request, but it is absolutely wrong to refuse such a cute kitty!An Jin confidently waited for Xie Ling to say yes, but the manager suddenly said - "Young Master Xie hung up the phone."

An Jin: "?" Why is QAQ so fat!

Xie Ling swore that it was not he who hung up the call, but Mr. Fu.

Just now when he saw the little pudding, his attention was taken away by the little pudding. He thought it would be good for Mr. Fu to raise a puppet.

But the next moment, Mr. Fu suddenly took his cell phone away, and mercilessly hung up An Jin's communication.

In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through Xie Ling's mind.

For example, it is really late now, the father may not want the child to play with the phone; another example, An Jin does not look like a good person, the father may not want the child to be friends with him; another example...

Xie Ling wanted to explain, but Fu Mingcheng spoke first: "Lingling..."

The man stood by the bed, looked down at Xie Ling slightly, he pursed his lips, his eye circles were a little red, he asked hoarsely, "Is it because of him?"

Because I'm going to see him tomorrow, I don't even want to let others touch me.

Xie Ling was confused: "Huh?"

What's wrong with you?Children can't socialize anymore, can they?Your father can't control you so much!