Cannon fodder husband and wife dressed as villains

Lin Qiong: ...

"Don't tell your uncle yet."

Fu Jinglin thought he had guessed right and smiled confidently, "Are you afraid that my uncle will not be surprised?"

Lin Qiong looked at the unlucky boy, "I'm afraid your uncle will beat you if he finds out."

"..."

Fu Jinglin froze, then patted his chest and gave Lin Qiong a gesture, "Don't worry, I will never say anything."

Then sat in the car seat and thought hard,

Should I send Seven or Taylor this year?

After delivering Fu Jinglin early in the morning, Lin Qiong drove to the privately-made exclusive studio to participate in the production.

Lin Qiong looked at the big gloomy wood and swallowed, "Do these all need to be polished?"

The designer nodded, "It's good for Mr. Lin to watch from the sidelines. You don't need to do anything. Supervising is also a kind of participation."

The main reason is that after knowing Lin Qiong's background, he didn't dare to let him get started for a while. If something unexpected happened in the process, it would be difficult.

Lin Qiong shook her head, "It's okay, I can do a small part."

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, the designer also agreed.

Although she has lived for two lifetimes, this is the first time Lin Qiong has done this kind of work. She will polish and polish with some staff, and then carve.

However, it took a whole day just to polish it. When Lin Qiong came out of the studio, she felt that her hands were not her own, and her hands trembled with aftertaste.

When he arrived at school, Fu Jinglin looked at the tiny sawdust on Lin Qiong's body that couldn't be cleaned, "What are you doing?"

Lin Qiong started the car, "Experience life."

Then he glanced at Fu Jinglin, "Why don't you go home?"

Fu Jinglin closed his mouth and muttered: "My mother has gone abroad and will come back next month."

Lin Qiong was surprised, Fu Yuan has always been a very gentle woman, "Did your mother ever look for you?"

"I've looked for it." Fu Jinglin: "I was originally asked to go home, but I told her that she was fat, and she told me not to go back."

Lin Qiong: ...

It is said that if you don't do it, you can't do it.

For the next two weeks, Lin Qiong went out every morning and returned late. At night, Lin Qiong was tired and drowsy, but she still went to Fu Xingyun's room with great dedication to give massages.

Looking at the obviously lackluster person, Fu Xingyun said, "Sleep when you're sleepy."

Lin Qiong shook her head, "I'm not sleepy."

"What happened to the hand?"

Lin Qiong looked down for a moment, and saw many tiny pimples on the fair skin of her hands, not big but quite a lot.

Lin Qiongsui had been fooled, "I was bitten by a mosquito and then scratched."

"Are there mosquitoes in winter?"

Lin Qiong nodded indiscriminately.

Looking at the eyes that people dare not lift up, Fu Xingyun licked his lower lip, "Come here and let me have a look."

Lin Qiong thought for a while and then walked slowly like a cat.

The man wanted to reach out to hold the other's hand, but he hesitated for a while because it was the first time, and finally took the man's hand in front of his eyes.

If you let go of this small injury before, you wouldn't even look at it.

It's not serious for a big man to suffer such a little injury, but when it was placed on Lin Qiong, his attitude changed.

Fu Xingyun frowned, "Hospital."

Lin Qiong was instantly dumbfounded, "Huh?"

"You are injured." Fu Xingyun sat up from the bed with a serious face, "The hospital bandages."

Lin Qiong took a look and hurriedly pushed the person back, looking at the boy in his hand, "Farewell."

"why?"

"Healed up at the hospital."

"..."

Such a little blood, the hospital is ashamed.

Lin Qiong talked badly to persuade people.

After the cane was finally finished, Fu Xingyun's birthday was approaching.

Lin Qiong sat in the room and started calling people.

"Jiyao, are you free later?"

"Li Hanyang, will you work overtime later?"

"Qin Heng, are you coming for Xingyun's birthday? Qin Weichu is also fine."

Lin Qiong looked at the address book, and a caller ID popped up on the screen of the mobile phone for a moment. Lin Qiong didn't even look at it and clicked on it. "Just be there at six o'clock in the evening."

"...I am Wang Cheng."

Lin Qiong slightly moved the phone away to look at the number, "I'm sorry, some things got mixed up."

Wang Cheng was curious, "What's the matter?"

Lin Qiong didn't hide anything, "My family's birthday."

Oh, Wang Cheng, "Birthday really should be a big deal."

Lin Qiong: ...

Wang Cheng asked without paying attention, but said directly: "The movie's release date has been brought forward."

Lin Qiong was surprised, "When will you come in advance?"

"From the end of March to the beginning of March."

"That's not very far."

Wang Cheng said: "You don't understand this. It's a whole month ahead of schedule, and the production team's promotion must also be advanced."

As he spoke, he flipped through the schedule in his hand, "You have promotional activities to catch up in the next two months."

Lin Qiong was startled, "Two months?!"

The time was too long, "Is it possible to come back without that kind of time?"

Wang Cheng kissed with a bit of hatred, "Lin Qiong, don't be a salty fish. Last time we were robbed of endorsement, you and I know how uncomfortable it is. If you don't work hard, this kind of thing will often happen after you become popular."

Lin Qiong hesitated for a while, knowing that Wang Cheng had worked so hard to go back and forth for work, negotiating with people for this resource today, and planning a development route for this unremarkable artist tomorrow.

Besides, the other party didn't look like it. It was fine for Xianyu to lie down at home, but the other party couldn't.

Guilt filled my heart for a moment, "Then I'm going to prepare."

Wang Cheng burst into joy when he heard it, "Okay."

In the next two days, Lin Qiong began to prepare for Fu Xingyun's birthday. There were not many people who came, but there were not many people who came.

There can be eight or nine people in total.

On the first day of her birthday, Lin Qiong hid the cane she took home, and then the dog tracked and found the doctor who helped Fu Xingyun recover.

As soon as the doctor came in, he saw Lin Qiong who looked like a thief, "...what's the matter, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Qiong didn't shy away, "I have something to say, please don't know if I should say it or not."

"Will Mr. Lin talk or not?"

"Talk!" Then he said: "Ming can I trouble you to help me take Xingyun out, I want to arrange it at home for tomorrow's birthday."

The doctor instantly understood, "Of course, we can also use some equipment to check the recovery of Mr. Fu's leg."

Lin Qiong said gratefully, "Thank you doctor."

"Nothing, nothing."

Lin Qiong thought that the other party had been recovering for almost three months and asked: "Has the situation improved?"

The doctor was taken aback, thinking that the other party hesitated for a few seconds, and finally shook his head, "Mr. Fu's condition is not very optimistic, it may take more time

longer. "

Although Lin Qiong's concern is good, but our boss is Mr. Fu, if the other party doesn't want Lin Qiong to know, then we will never say it.

Lin Qiong nodded after hearing this, "I will trouble you from now on."

Fortunately, Fu Xingyun's birthday is on the weekend, and there is Fu Jinglin who can take care of him when he wakes up early in the morning.

Lin Qiong was busy making cakes in the kitchen, and it didn't take long for the doorbell to ring.

Lin Qiong poked her head out, "Jing Lin opened the door for you."

Fu Jinglin was like a senseless balloon machine, he got up and opened the door as soon as he heard someone coming.

I'm coming!

Here comes the free labor!

As soon as he opened the door, he met Qin Heng's handsome face, followed by Qin Weichu who was holding Dong.

"Yo, the eldest nephew is here too."

As soon as Qin Heng's words fell into his hand, an air pump was stuffed into his hand.

?

Qin Heng smiled, "What do you mean?"

Fu Jinglin: "Everyone is here."

When Lin Qiong came out, he saw three people sitting in the living room playing balloons.

Lin Qiong handed water to several people, "Thanks for your hard work."

Qin Weichu looked at the person, "It's not hard."

Fu Jinglin glanced silently, and didn't know who the person who was arguing to quit just now was.

"When I finish the cake, I'll come and decorate it with you."

Qin Weichu drank the juice, "Take your time."

Lin Qiong was taken aback, "You have changed your mind."

Qin Weichu didn't say any more, and made a victory gesture after he left.

"..." Qin Heng: "What are you doing?"

Qin Weichu was satisfied with himself, "Praise me."

"I'm afraid you forgot that you came here to celebrate your husband's birthday."

Qin Weichu: ...

It didn't take long for Ji Yao and Li Hanyang to arrive. They were all busy, and they were almost ready to wait for the birthday boy to come back.

Fu Jinglin got into the kitchen tired and wanted something to eat.

Lin Qiong conveniently made a sandwich for someone, "How is it, are you tired?"

Fu Jinglin almost finished the sandwich, "Fortunately, that Qin Weichu is a bit annoying."

Lin Qiong was surprised, "I thought you two became friends."

"why?!"

"Because you have the same temper and personality."

Fu Jinglin suddenly became hoarse, "Am I really the same?"

Lin Qiong nodded.

The boy sighed, "I always thought that people with my personality were very popular until I met Qin Weichu today."

He hesitated for a while, "I can't wait to give you two punches."

"..."

Everyone arrived before six o'clock. It was dark early in winter, and it was completely dark outside at six o'clock in the evening.

Lin Qiong originally planned to turn off the lights, but Fu Xingyun couldn't do anything and finally left one at the entrance.

Afterwards, each of them hid away and whispered.

The sound of the combination lock sounded, and the dark environment fell silent instantly.

Fu Xingyun pushed the wheelchair and walked in, looking at the dark Zhou and frowning, "Lin Qiong?"

No one responded.

The man pushed the wheelchair inside.

With a bang from Peng, the fireworks and lights went out at the same time.

The man froze for a moment, looking at the sudden addition of eight heads, he was speechless for a while.

Several people led by Qin Heng stepped forward to say happy birthday to Fu Xingyun, Lin Qiong hurried to get the cake, lit a candle and put it in front of the man, "Make a wish."

Fu Xingyun glanced at him, "You prepared it?"

Lin Qiong smiled and nodded.

Looking at the cake in front of him, Fu Xingyun was filled with emotions for a moment, waiting for someone to eat the candles and make a wish to start a new round of carnival.

Naturally, there was no shortage of wine at the birthday party. Many people asked Fu Xingyun for a drink, but Lin Qiong stopped them all.

Lin Qiong straightened her chest, "I'll do it."

However, I don't know how many cups this time.

Lin Qiong thought that he could drink well, but the wine was not too strong. After drinking an unknown amount, Lin Qiong blushed a little bit and didn't know where to go.

Fu Jinglin kept enlivening the atmosphere, and then handed Mike to Lin Qiong and Fu Xingyun, "Do you two protagonists have anything to say?"

The two had an ice cube and a drunkard, they had nothing to say at all.

No one answered, Fu Jinglin was embarrassed for a while, "If you have nothing to say, just give each other a kiss."