Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

Fu Shiyu brought Han Zhou to the lounge and drove everyone else out of the lounge.

"Are you stupid?" Fu Shiyu looked at Han Zhou, furious, "You don't know how to scold you back when someone scolds you? You still stand there stupidly apologizing to him? What are you apologizing for? What's wrong with you?"

Han Zhou already felt very aggrieved, but he didn't expect that Fu Shiyu would attack him, so he was even more aggrieved now.

He hadn't cried just now, but when Fu Shiyu said this, Han Zhou was so wronged that tears fell down.

Looking at Han Zhou's tears, Fu Shiyu was dumbfounded.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Fu Shiyu panicked, "You...why are you crying? I...I just now..."

"You're fierce!" Han Zhou said weepingly.

"I didn't... I didn't kill you." Fu Shiyu immediately explained.

Han Zhou's voice was crying, and he was extremely wronged: "You are trying to kill me."

Fu Shiyu: "..."

dare not speak.

Shivering.

"It's fine for others to kill me, but now even you are killing me!"

Han Zhou cried even more sadly, sobbing, "Then I don't know how to swear, I don't know how to swear back! I just listened to my manager and came here to take a photo. How did I know that taking a photo is so difficult?" !"

"Who is as stupid as me, who can't even take pictures, and is scolded by others." Han Zhou went "ooohoooooo" for a long time, "You don't comfort me, you still want to kill me..."

Han Zhou complained one after another, each sentence piercing into Fu Shiyu's heart like a knife.

He cried so much that he almost died of distress.

"I really don't want to kill you, I just..." Fu Shiyu patted Han Zhou's back lightly, and said, "I just don't want you to be bullied."

Han Zhou pursed his mouth, and looked at Fu Shiyu with tears in his eyes, "You are the one who bullies me."

"How could I bully you? Am I helping you?" Fu Shiyu said, "Then I vented your anger just now. If I bullied you, why should I vent my anger on you?"

Fu Shiyu explained: "If I care about it, it will cause chaos. If I'm not careful, my voice will be a little louder."

Hearing what Fu Shiyu said, Han Zhou blinked his eyes, thought about it, and thought it made sense.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears, sniffed his nose, and said to Fu Shiyu, "Then you can't kill me again in the future."

"Okay, I won't kill you." Fu Shiyu agreed.

Han Zhou said again: "You can't talk to me so loudly."

Fu Shiyu smiled helplessly: "Okay, I won't talk to you so loudly in the future."

"That's about the same." Han Zhou held back his tears, but his mouth was still tight, "Then I won't argue with you this time."

Fu Shiyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then I want to thank Master Han for his tolerance?"

"Of course." Han Zhou curled his lips, "If I'm not tolerant or generous, I'll have to quarrel with you. Once we quarrel, you have to coax me. Once you coax me, you have to find a way. Once you think of a way, You have a headache, and when you have a headache, you have to be unhappy, and when you are unhappy, life is hard for anyone."

Han Zhou said: "You don't even know how much I have silently paid for world peace."

He is great.

Fu Shiyu: "??" What kind of logic is this?

"Wipe." Fu Shiyu took out a wet tissue and handed it to Han Zhou, saying, "I'm crying so much that my makeup is gone."

His eyeliner was rubbed like a ghost by his hand.

"Ah, I put on makeup." Only then did Han Zhou realize that he touched his tender face and asked Fu Shiyu, "Am I ugly now?"