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Screenwriter Fu has been a little bit out of his mind recently. He suddenly found that there are too many things to think about in life, and because he has limited time and energy, he can't think about everything comprehensively, which is really troublesome.

For professional reasons, screenwriter Fu is very logic-oriented, and the lack of favoritism makes him extremely anxious.

Take Little Curly and Dabao as an example.

At the beginning, he obviously only thought about Dabao, but after thinking about it, his thoughts turned around by himself, taking off the dark circles, and getting rid of the hairy little ears and big tail, and Dabao transformed into a little curly hair.The little curly hair is a cute red, white and white, and he smiles at him foolishly, his eyes are full of light, as bright as a small light bulb.

Director Fu was unhappy, he slapped the light switch viciously, lay on the bed and hugged Niuniu, and he started calling Qiao Dajin.

"I don't want to live anymore," he said.

Qiao Dajin was on the highway, and when he heard this, his hands trembled: "What, what are you talking about?"

Screenwriter Fu said: "It's nothing, just call me Dabao and ask him to talk to me."

Qiao Dajin heaved a sigh of relief: "Hey, I still think something big has happened. Do you want to be a big treasure? I'm outside now, can I talk about it when I get home?"

Director Fu looked at the raccoons rolling around on the TV screen and said, "Forget it, Dabao doesn't love me anyway."

Qiao Dajin smiled: "You say you, interesting or not, with a raccoon, or a male raccoon, what do you say whether you love it or not, what's wrong with him loving you, can he give birth to a son for you if he loves you?"

"Vulgar!" Screenwriter Fu scolded him over there.

Qiao Dajin wasn't angry either, and continued, "Yes, I'm just that vulgar. If I'm not vulgar, how can I make money if I'm not vulgar? Let me tell you, besides you, vulgar things are the most valuable now."

Listening to the other party's flattery, Director Fu stared at his two bare feet on the end of the bed and said, "By the way, did you send me something a while ago?"

"What?"

"Did it come from you? Qiao Xiaobao?"

Qiao Dajin denied, "No, what's wrong?"

Screenwriter Fu clicked his tongue and muttered, "It's not you? That's weird."

Qiao Dajin also felt very strange, and continued to ask, "What's the matter, is it you..."

Suddenly there was a howling singing sound from the earphones, Mr. Qiao shrank his neck suddenly, and his hands on the steering wheel slipped out.

"Did you hear that?" Screenwriter Fu asked, "Did you send it?"

Mr. Qiao was out of breath, with a bitter expression on his face: "Fuck, where am I going to get you this broken gong! Are you looking for excitement after you're full? Hey, let's not talk, another call came in. I'll hang up if you're okay. Let's talk back, talk back!"

The phone was hung up as soon as it was said, and Director Fu shivered in the dying singing, then hugged Niu Niu and ravaged him, he got up, got out of bed and went to wash his face.

From the bedroom to the bathroom, the middle path was enough for him to recall the scene he saw by the small river a few days ago.

He was just distracted by that scene.

He was obviously there to watch the excitement, but unexpectedly, he was fascinated by the "lively".But the upside-down result was that he couldn't help but start thinking about that little curly hair.

Screenwriter Fu has never had a relationship with anyone, and only had a few "attempted" talks with Dabao. Strictly speaking, this is not called a talk, and they don't understand the language at all.After finally having Li Li, he became inexplicably anxious again, because he didn't know what he wanted to do.

Watching DVDs over and over again, and then reading the CEO's Handbook after watching the DVDs, in the middle of the night Director Fu woke up as if he was sleepwalking, he was going to go for a swim, calm down.

The swimming pool is part of the exclusive member club of the hotel. It is on the brightly lit top floor with a large glass cover with constant temperature in all seasons.

Few people came to swim at this point, so screenwriter Fu spent a lot of time in the pool by himself.

Last time on Jiangnan Island, he was afraid that the planning team would give him some bad ideas, so he directly said that he couldn't swim. Now that there is no audience, he is completely free.

Swimming on his stomach, on his back, breaststroke, butterfly, and finally even the dog-planing posture, he was so tired that he was out of breath and couldn't think about anything.

Floating on the water, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. When he opened his eyes, the whole field of vision was the black and blue sky outside the glass cover, which was so thick and heavy that it was actually quite romantic.

The water pushed him forward slowly. Director Fu turned his eyes upwards, and boredly began to pick out the stars one by one. After picking out a few, he suddenly turned his eyes and found a pair of little white legs standing on the stage.

The legs are straight, and the stand is very stable. Director Fu panicked, stepped on the water and looked up. The little white legs squatted down and turned into two big white legs, and a gaudy crotch was exposed in the middle of the split thighs. Facing his face, let him see clearly and carefully.

Scriptwriter Fu was at a loss for words, but the owner of the swimming trunks was elated, squatting on the shore, his biubiu's eyes were shining brightly, and Scriptwriter Fu wondered if all the little stars he had just buckled had been stuffed into his eyes.

"Brother Fu!!!" Li Li was so excited that his curly hair was shaking wildly, he jumped into the water with a splash, paddling the water with his two arms and said, "Brother Fu! You are here too, that's great, that's great! Already!"

He leaned a little closer, and Fu Binyu automatically backed away a bit. The two of them came and went, and they had a tacit understanding like magnets of the same polarity.

Director Fu collected himself and said, "Isn't your crew in the hotel next door? Why did you come here?"

Li Li smiled: "My brother-in-law got me a membership card here, and I don't have time during the day, so I thought of coming here now."

Director Fu had seen him and Jin Yichen flirting in the water, and when he thought of the allergy incident last time, he automatically ruled out the water as a factor, but now that the little curly hair came to the door automatically, his curiosity was aroused again.

Seeing that there was no one around, screenwriter Fu really wanted to get close to him, to see if Little Curly was allergic to him like Dabao.

Li Liguang was slippery, and his flowery swimming trunks were hidden under the water, so when Director Fu lowered his head, he could only see his two pink nipples, swaying and swaying against the surface of the water, half exposed.

I don't know if it's because of the water temperature or because he was emotional, but those two dots bulged shamelessly.The screenwriter Fu was so excited that he didn't know where to put the second glance after seeing it for the first time.

At this moment, Little Curly Pounced on his own initiative, swam to his side, turned around, and eagerly said, "Brother Fu, let's compare."

Fu Binyu suppressed his curiosity, and went ashore with a disinterested expression on his face: "No, I'm tired."

Li Li went ashore behind him, hurriedly grabbed a towel and put it on his body, saying, "Brother Fu, are you going back?"

Having not seen the male god for such a long time, he was about to suffer from lovesickness, and after finally catching him by accident, Li Ergou was stuck like a big plaster and refused to leave.

Fu Binyu ignored him, and he followed him all the way to the shower room, chattering.The shower rooms are all small grids, one next to the other with its own nozzle.Director Fu went in and pulled the curtain, and Li Li went in to pull the curtain after him, and then continued to chat with people through a baffle.

"Brother Fu, have you been very busy recently?"

"..."

"Brother Fu, I saw a foot massager when I first came up, shall we try it together later?"

"..."

"The last time I was at Niushan, the technician I went to was as strong as a cow, and the soles of my feet were almost peeled off, and the pain was excruciating! It's comfortable. As soon as he finished pressing it for me, I felt comfortable from head to toe! That's so comfortable! Brother Fu, you have to try it too, aren't you busy? It is said that this is the most effective for physical fatigue!"

Talking endlessly, Li Li's hands were not idle, and he was rubbing foam all over his body, making himself look like a little white rabbit.The aroma of the shower gel steamed the hot water, and the warm breath was blown to Fu Binyu's side, making Director Fu dizzy for a while.

He stooped to look for toiletries in the cubicle cabinet, but the cabinet was empty.After wiping the water off his face, he turned his head away and interrupted Li Li with a serious expression: "Is there any soap?"

"Ah?" Li Li was a little silly for a moment, the smile in front of his mouth froze, "Fat... What are you fat?"

Director Fu was impatient, raised his eyebrows and urged, "Soap! Is there any!"

Li Li nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, yes." He rushed himself twice indiscriminately, he grabbed the soap and handed it over, but Director Fu didn't answer, but moved his chin at him through the baffle: "Come here .”

"Huh?" Li Li was dumbfounded again.

Probably because his expression unconsciously revealed some unsuitable associations for children, Director Fu's complexion was not good, and he immediately blushed and scolded him: "Crazy, the expression is so disgusting! I just asked you to come over and wipe your back!" If you don’t come, if you don’t come, get out!”

Li Li was so happy that he grabbed the towel and rushed over, saying repeatedly: "Come on, come right away!!!"