Master Fu Has Spoiled the Little Baby

  Chapter 85 It's all a lie

   On a machine table not far away, an abandoned feeding bottle was left unattended.

  Fusheng had just finished dealing with other scenic spots. He finally wanted to leave when he got off work, but was stopped by his assistant.

The assistant    looked very serious, "Director, Mr. Shen is here."

   Hearing this, Fu Sheng looked stunned, looked at the assistant with some doubts, and twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle with both hands, "What is he here for?"

   "Mr. Shen said that it is about trimming the outline of the novel, which may be beneficial to you, so I want to discuss it with you." The assistant said.

  Fusheng didn't speak. After filling half the bottle of water, he screwed back the cap and asked the assistant, "Where is he now?"

  Assistant: "It's in the rest studio on the 13th."

  The Rest Studio No. 13 is just next door to Wen Bai's filming.

  Fusheng nodded, took the mineral water and the script in his hand, and rushed to the rest studio No. 13 with his assistant.

  ***

   Inside a black luxury car that has left the filming location.

   "Are you tired today?" Fu Yanwang asked the little guy sitting next to him while working with a computer.

   The little guy stretched his waist lazily, shook his little head, "Not tired~"

  Suddenly, the little guy suddenly remembered something, those clear eyes like black grapes curved, and Cherry's little mouth raised a milky smile.

   Moved his **** and rubbed it next to Fu Yan Wang who was working on the work. Like a clingy kitten, he grabbed the man's waist with both hands, "Fu Yan Wang has worked hard today~"

   The man's hands with clear knuckles did not lose the slightest hand speed, his thin lips pulled up in a lazy arc, and his voice was calm with a slight smile, "So, is the kid still angry?"

   After the words were finished, Fu Chen looked at her with deep eyes like pools, as if he was expecting her response.

  Little Nanny Bun pouted, pretending to look at Fu Yanwang angrily, dragging his milk voice, "Oh~ So it turns out that Fu Yanwangsu wanted to stay with the nest if he wanted to be angry."

"Humph!"

  The little milk bag arrogantly turned her face away, not too milky at all.

   But the man seemed to have seen through all this long ago, the movement of his hands stopped suddenly, he silently closed the notebook, and put his hands on the notebook.

   "Then what should I do so the kid won't get angry?"

   The deep and magnetic voice hides a smile, giving people an unprecedented feeling.

  Obviously, in the face of a titanium alloy straight man, Fu Yan suddenly became so affectionate, gentle and coaxing, how could the little guy stand it.

  's eyes were obviously flickering, and he couldn't pretend, and the little guy hurriedly turned his face slightly smaller, trying to prevent the King of Hell from discovering the moving expression on her face.

   "You, you are not allowed to like other young ladies, so I won't be angry~"

  Fu Chen squinted his eyes with a half-smile, and quietly looked at the back of the cute little girl's head, and immediately pulled out his hand...

   Gently tapped the back of the little milk bag with his fingers, and suddenly smiled softly, "Then give me a reason why you can't like other young ladies."

  This is still useless? !

The little girl turned her face angrily and stared at the man who couldn't restrain the smile for a long time, the milk was fierce, every word, for fear that Fu Yanwang could not understand, "Because the nest is your future... anyway... You can't love other young ladies!"

   "Oh~" The man laughed softly, and the ending was extended with a deep meaning.

  "Humph~" The little guy akimbo, glanced at the man with a small face.

   Next second.

   I saw the man flex his fingers and directly flicked the snow-white forehead of the little milk bag, and the pain caused the little guy to cover his hands with excitement.

   "If you don't learn well at a young age, you think about these things every day." The man slowly put his hand away, sat back lazily and leaned back a little, his slender and beautiful fingers resting lightly on the notebook, tapping on and off.

   The little guy covered his forehead aggrievedly, pouting at King Fu Yan.

   Sure enough, how could this man be so affectionate and gentle, he was lying to children!

   (end of this chapter)