Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

"Old man, are you really not angry?" At night, Yang Hongxiu poured a glass of water for her husband.

Zhang Sheng drank two sips of water, put the cup on the bedside table, sighed and said, "What's the use of being angry? Aren't people living all their lives to be happy, and children and grandchildren have their own blessings. As long as the children are happy, we have no objection. "

"That's right, isn't the one in Old Sun's family forced to die?" Yang Hongxiu sighed, "If Old Sun wanted to be more open, that boy Bo Shu would not die in love with the boy he likes."

Zhang Sheng patted her hand: "What are you talking about that frustrating thing, we are not old grandsons."

Yang Hongxiu wiped away her tears and said with a smile: "That's right, I heard that the test-tube baby costs a lot of money, we have to save the money for the child."

"I collect all the money from Yangyang. Now that the village has access to roads, the food is also shipped out. The two of us grow some vegetables and sell them in the town. The money we earn is enough for us to spend." Zhang Sheng said with a smile.

In this parallel space, the law allows homosexuals to be test-tube babies, but many complicated procedures are required.

Wen Yang stayed in his own room, and it was very clean even though no one lived in it for many years. It could be seen that Yang Hongxiu often came to clean it.

On the wall are the original owner's childhood certificates, all framed in glass photo frames, and on the bedside table is a photo of him and the second elder.

The boy in the photo looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a tracksuit and smiling happily.

The moonlight shone in through the glass window, sprinkled on the ground like a layer of silver frost.

Wen Yang was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, the faces of Zhang Sheng and Yang Hongxiu appeared in his mind, his whole body seemed to be soaked in hot spring, and it was warm everywhere.

Suddenly thinking of Wen Li, he sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

If Wen Li was really his biological mother, why didn't she recognize him?

If they recognize each other, what should he do?

With a mess in his heart, he lay down again and tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

It was about early morning, when there was a knock on the door, not loud, but very regular.

He put on his slippers and turned on the light and went to open the door, only to see Fu Chaozheng standing outside the door with half-closed eyes.

He probably forgot to bring his pajamas. Fu Chao was wearing a shirt with three buttons unbuttoned, revealing most of his chest muscles, and black suit pants underneath.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Wen Yang looked at his watch, it was already [-]:[-] in the morning.

Just as I was wondering if he couldn't get used to sleeping on a hard bed, I heard him "hmm", with a thick nasal voice that was lazy and sexy.

He stood still in a daze, his phoenix eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and he looked unconscious.

Wen Yang waved his right hand in front of his eyes, and found that he didn't respond at all, like a puppet being manipulated.

"Fu Chao?" He whispered out of his mouth.

The other party still didn't answer, but went straight to his room, and under his surprised gaze, rolled onto the bed, closed his eyes and slept soundly.

Could this guy be sleepwalking?

At this moment, Wen Yang only had this thought in his mind.

Hearing Fu Chao's steady breathing, he yawned, and mist filled his eyes.

He couldn't bear to wake Fu Chao up, so he sat on the chair in the room, leaned over the desk and fell asleep.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on the boy's body, as if coating him with a layer of golden light. The sun in early spring was not glaring, it was as soft as a mother's hand caressing his face.

Because he slept late and was on the road, he was quite tired. He lay face down on the table with his eyes closed.

The biological clock made Fu Chao wake up at this time. He rubbed the center of his brows, and his half-length hair fell loose, making him a little more sinister.

Scanning the environment in the room, he found that he had changed the room, his expression was slightly startled, and his eyes fell on the boy lying on the table.

He got out of bed and walked to Wen Yang's side, the fine sunlight shone on the boy's face, his fair face was as pure as an angel.

Wen Yang's eyelashes are very long, like a pocket-sized fan, he immediately has the urge to reach out and touch it.

He stroked the boy's eyebrows, and the skin under his fingertips felt like jade.

The beautiful appearance of the young man reminded him of a poem - "Young master should only see paintings, and I only know about them. If you write to the end of the world, you must not be a man in the dust."

Fu Chao picked up Wen Yang, and the sound of friction between the chair legs and the ground made Wen Yang open his eyes, and the warm brown eyes were filled with the mist of awakening, like spring water and autumn waves in his eyes.

"Fu Chao?" He rubbed his eyes, the sleepiness that had not been relieved, let the corner of his eye bite a teardrop that was about to fall.

He yawned again, struggling to get out of Fu Chao's arms.

"Don't move." Fu Chao, who picked him up horizontally, said loudly, put him on the bed, and pulled the quilt to cover him, "Sleep for a while."

Wen Yang's drowsiness has eased, he shook his head: "I'm already awake."

I just slept on my stomach for several hours, and my neck hurts badly.

"It's still early." Fu Chao knelt on the bed, trying to persuade the young man to take a rest, with distress in his eyes.

I also felt guilty for sleepwalking into the boy's room last night, which caused him not to sleep well.

Wen Yang suddenly gasped, he clutched his neck and moaned, and there was a "click" sound from his bones.

"Are you okay?" Fu Chao hurriedly checked his neck, with a serious face, "It should be a stiff neck."

Just at this time, the door that was not closed in time yesterday due to his arrival was pushed open.

"Get up and eat..." Yang Hongxiu looked at the ambiguous scene on the bed, closed the door and exited before finishing speaking.

She blushed, she only saw Fu Chao laying on Wen Yang's body just now, so she thought they were doing something forbidden.

When she got to the kitchen, the dryness on her face didn't fade away, she was just wondering how the two men did that, but she was embarrassed to ask her husband because of face.

Seeing her hesitant to speak, Zhang Sheng asked in a daze, "The children are still awake?"

"Maybe I have to sleep a little longer." Yang Hongxiu touched her hot face, lowered her head and took out the dishes on the stove in a muffled voice.

Zhang Sheng was puzzled: "Why are you so nervous."

Wen Yang and Fu Chao in the room looked at each other, and they knew that Yang Hongxiu probably misunderstood something.

Fu Chao helped him up and asked, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Wen Yang tried to twist his neck, but the severe pain made him "hiss", he frowned and said slowly, "No, it's just a small matter, it will get better soon."

"May I massage for you?" As he said, Fu Chao had already put his hand on the back of his neck and squeezed it for him.

When I went out to eat, my neck was stiff and I couldn't tilt my head, otherwise it would be a sharp pain.

"Eat more dishes, cook lightly in the morning, and ask your mother to kill the old hen to make up for you at noon." Zhang Sheng picked up a chopstick dish for Fu Chao and Wen Yang.

Wen Yang looked at Fu Chao, the countryside didn't pay much attention to using public chopsticks, Zhang Sheng used his own chopsticks, he thought Fu Chao would mind.

Fu Chaochong gave him a slight smile, thanked Zhang Sheng again, and started eating without any grudges.

Yang Hongxiu looked at Wen Yang: "You, you told you when you were a child, you have to do everything slowly and not too intensely."

She gave Fu Chao a meaningful look.

"Young people should pay attention to restraint." She coughed softly and said meaningfully.

Wen Yang and Fu Chao looked at each other, the corners of their mouths twitching slightly.