Villain C debut [entertainment]

In the morning, Fang Cheng went to the hospital to prescribe medicine, and Fang Cheng, who had slept at home all day, jumped out of bed when he received the call.

"Are you at the door?"

He quickly put on his clothes and ran all the way from the room to the yard. Sure enough, there was a car parked at the door, which belonged to Mr. Fang.He hurriedly opened the door for others, and waited until the car came to a complete stop before seeing the person who got out of the driver's seat.

Tang Chuxing's expression was not very good, and he threw the key over, "He's drunk, you'd better feed him some porridge, there's a competition tomorrow."

He pressed his temples, tossing so far that he feels more tired than filming.In the future, it is true that Fang Yan cannot be allowed to drink. If there is a disagreement, he wants to make a big news. This time, he just bought a cat. Next time, he is afraid that he will not be able to hold him down when he goes to dance.

He was about to take a taxi home, when he thought of something, he reminded Fang Cheng, "There is a cat in the back seat, and the cat food, cat litter, and cat toilet are all in the trunk. Feed it some food later."

Fang Cheng held the keychain in a daze, cat?what cat

Seeing that someone was about to go outside, he hurried over to stop him, glanced at Fang Yan who was sleeping unsteadily on the co-pilot seat, grabbed Tang Chuxing and said, "Brother Tang, sleep here when it's too late, Mr. Fang There are many guest rooms, and this place is not easy to take a taxi. Don't you have a game tomorrow? Don't bother."

In the end, Tang Chuxing still couldn't make it, because a certain drunk was woken up by their conversation, and he was about to be dragged inside as if he was a bought cat.He lost his temper after being tormented, so he simply stayed here and called Chen Shushu to inform her that he would not go back tonight and that he would go to the sports meeting tomorrow by himself.

This small villa located on the outskirts of City B is not big, and the nearby residences are all private residences, and they are all far away from each other.Before leaving the main city, he vaguely saw paparazzi following him, but he turned away after turning a few streets, wondering if they had been photographed going to that pet shop.

Thinking of this, Tang Chuxing reminded Fang Cheng, who had just put Fang Yan on the bed, and said, "You should contact your manager, we may be photographed by paparazzi just now when we went to buy cats."

Before he finished speaking, the other party understood that he still wanted to talk to Sister Yun.

He had already told almost all his experiences just now, and while Fang Cheng was on the phone, he went into the kitchen and looked around.

The kitchen on the first floor is large enough for three or four people to run back and forth in it. The refrigerator has double doors. When I opened it, the freezer was empty. There were only a few Chinese cabbage, tomatoes and cauliflower in the refrigerator compartment above. Mineral water was squeezed next to each other below, and he rummaged for a while to find a bag of flour that was stuck in the corner.

The cabinet above the head has been opened, and there is a small bottle of honey, but there is no kudzu root, so I have to make a simple tomato hangover soup.

Tang Chuxing lit the fire and boiled the water neatly. While the water was boiling, he washed the tomatoes and made a cross, took an appropriate amount of flour, poured water and stirred until they became flocculent.At this time, the water is just boiling, turn off the heat, take the tomato on one side and put it in the pot to soak, wait for it to soften and then rinse it with cold water, the outer skin will peel off easily, and then cut into pieces for later use.Finally, add the tomato cubes and flocculent flour into the pot, stir and cook until cooked, season with honey and it’s ready to serve.Tomato pimple soup is simple to make, but it has a good hangover effect, and the taste is sweet and sour.

He carried the bowl and walked upstairs, and when he passed by the balcony, he saw Fang Cheng dancing and gesticulating.

Fang Yan's room is on the second floor near the stairs. When he came down just now, the door was open. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw that half of the person who had been covered with the quilt had slipped to the floor, and the quilt had fallen off.

Tang Chuxing put the soup bowl on the bedside table, and was about to bend down to carry him back when he suddenly met slightly red eyes, frowned, and looked uncomfortable.

"Tang Xing?"

The person who was called was stunned for a second and was about to move on, but was stopped by the other party.

Fang Yan sat up by himself, and called again: "Tang Xing."

There was determination in his tone this time.

Tang Chuxing squatted down and looked at the frowning person sitting by the bed, "Well, it's me."

The drunk person was dizzy, his head seemed to be out of order, and he didn't know why the wine had such a strong stamina.Fang Yan rested his head on the shoulder that was very close to him in pain, and muttered angrily: "I'm uncomfortable."

Tang Chuxing's heart trembled, and he leaned forward to make him feel more comfortable. His tone was imperceptibly pampered, "I made hangover soup, you drink it before you go to take a bath and go to bed, and you won't wake up. It's hard."

"What if it's still uncomfortable?" Those who were not sober had externalized their emotions, and said confidently, "If I still feel uncomfortable when I wake up, I won't give you cat food tomorrow."

The corner of Tang Chuxing's mouth twitched, he couldn't get through this.

As soon as the atmosphere breaker opened his mouth, he lost all mood. Tang Chuxing ignored him, pushed him away and sat up straight, and took the soup bowl on the table expressionlessly and passed it over, "Do you want to drink?"

The person sitting opposite shook his body slightly, looked up at him for a few times, did not act like a demon again, took the bowl by himself and swallowed it, wiped his chin after drinking, pursed his lips in displeasure: " Why are you so angry?"

Tomorrow, I will show you what it means to have a big temper.

He looked at the soup on the man's collar, looked aggrieved, and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Ah Yan still wants to raise me like this?" He becomes a baby when he is drunk, and I don't know if he will remember it tomorrow.

Tang Chuxing laughed and pulled a napkin to wipe someone's mouth. After drinking the hangover soup, Fang Yan seemed to be a little more awake than before. He propped his hands back on the bed, his body stopped shaking, he didn't speak, and he was in a daze.

The color of the tomato dyed his neck red. Tang Chuxing glanced at his fixed-focus eyes from time to time. No one spoke in the room, only the slight sound of the air conditioner operating.The tips of the noses of drunk people were pink, and the lips were stained with water, and he wiped them unconsciously.

Tang Chuxing was wrapped in a kind of bubble called Xindong, and he seemed to be a little drunk. He couldn't control his strength, and when he brushed the corner of his lips, he suddenly felt his curled ring finger being bitten.

His hand trembled, and the paper towel soaked in soup fell to the ground with a clatter.

"You wipe lightly." The instigator complained.

When Fang Cheng ran up, he happened to see Tang Chuxing stand up, with his back to the door, and his family, Mr. Fang, sat on the edge of the bed and touched his lips with his hands. The room was filled with the sweet and sour smell of tomato soup.

"Brother Tang..." The spectator turned around when he heard the voice, and what he was about to say turned around again, "Are you hot?"

Why is your face a little red.

Tang Chuxing took a deep breath and forced himself to change the subject: "It's okay, have you finished your call?"

Only then did Fang Cheng think of business, and hurriedly said, "Sister Yun said she wanted to confirm with you." After saying that, she gestured to the phone she was holding.

"Fang Yan drank hangover soup, let him take a bath later and go to bed." Tang Chuxing took the phone and went out after finishing speaking.

After talking to Lu Yun over the phone about what happened in detail, she was relieved after confirming that she had not been followed to the villa.When he hung up the phone again and turned around, Fang Cheng was closing the door and going down the stairs. Seeing him coming, he quickly said, "Brother Tang, you can sleep in the guest room next to me tonight. There is a private bathroom inside, and the quilt in the closet They are all new, and some aunts will hang them out to dry on a regular basis."

Tang Chuxing nodded his thanks, returned the phone to the other party, hesitated before entering the room, and asked, "Is Fang Yan asleep?"

Fang Cheng let out a sigh of relief, "Take a shower and go to sleep."

There will be a swimming competition tomorrow morning, I hope they wake up and don't have a headache.

After worrying about the boss, I started to worry about the boss's cat. I just took it out from the back seat of the car and brought it back here. I didn't know where to put it for a while, so I put it in a small grocery room on the north side of the first floor.It was originally a small guest room, but after the bed was removed, it looked empty, and it was used for all kinds of gifts from fans of Mr. Fang.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng didn't care about sleeping anymore, and walked quickly to the grocery store.

Before entering the door, I heard the sound of meowing. After the door was opened, the sound became louder, accompanied by the movement of rubbing metal.Just now, I only cared about arranging Fang Yan, and forgot to let it out, and didn't give it food. Now this little one is baring its teeth fiercely in the cage, gnawing on the metal railing of the cage.

Fang Cheng ouched, closed the door, and prepared to feed this little one who didn't know if he would be thrown out tomorrow with some cat food.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the cage, there was a flower in front of his eyes, and the round little dumpling just now flew out.

He looked back, good guy, the little thing has quickly got into the plush pile on the right side of the room.

The whole room is like a toy showroom, and the dolls given by fans are piled up like a mountain. At this time, the little one is hiding between the legs of the life-sized brown bear doll, staring at him with a pair of big round eyes, and opening and closing its mouth. Shout out to him.

Only then did Fang Cheng take a closer look at its appearance. Half of Xiaoyuan's face was grayish blue, and the hair around the eyes was white, making it look a little silly.However, he has a bad temper, and he is very arrogant in other people's territory. His buttocks are arched between the brown bear's legs, and it seems that he is preparing to pounce on him.

After he opened the cat food, poured a handful into a small porcelain bowl, and pushed it tentatively, the little guy finally put his butt down slowly, meowing a few times as if he was still vigilant.Immediately, a short paw stretched out from under the brown bear, hooked the lower edge of the porcelain bowl and pulled it towards him, staring at him for a moment.

Fang Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and stood up carefully in slow motion, put the litter box on, and shook a lot of cat litter into it.Looking back, Xiao BuDian was chewing cat food sideways to him, squinting at him, that little appearance was really funny.

Unexpectedly, one day I will help the boss take care of the cat. God knows that my family is always a troublesome person. I guess the cat will not stay for a few days.

He thought about it wildly, and was about to close the door and go out when he heard a stabbing sound.

Fang Cheng turned around abruptly, the little one who had finished eating was grinding his paws with the brown bear doll, the poor bear's leg had been torn open, exposing the cotton inside.

Ruined.

It's not a big deal if the cat is thrown out tomorrow, but it's a big deal that his bonus will be deducted again!

Is it too late to stuff this little one into a cage?

The author has something to say: Fang Cheng: I was wrong, I shouldn't have a stomachache.If he didn't have a stomachache, Mr. Fang wouldn't go to FIRE alone and drink alcohol; The bonus is still there!

A certain king of destruction, invincible and fierce, has not yet been named, little one: meow?