Chapter 55

It wasn't long after Fu Zhen and Zhao Jin finished their lawsuit over the director, but there was another big news on the Internet. Director Zhao Jin was also accused of buying murderers and killing people. This time, what is waiting for him and his brothers may be the prison disaster that cannot be released for life.

Fu Zhen just glanced at the report. Jiang Hengshu asked someone to deal with it, which would certainly not make Zhao Jin feel better. His more concern now is tomorrow's Valentine's day.

For the first time, he had to buy some gifts for Jiang Hengshu. After the last New Year's day, he gave him a tie. What would he give him this time?

Fu Zhen had been thinking about this issue several days after he came back from the Jiang family. Jiang Hengshu didn't lack anything. He wanted to give him a pair of leather shoes before, but when he got to the Jiang family, he saw the shoes in the cabinet in Jiang Hengshu's former bedroom and gave up the idea.

He even wanted to shoot a film for Jiang Hengshu as a Valentine's Day gift, but if he prepared now, I'm afraid it would be too late for Jiang Hengshu to see it.

Another one is that he really has no time to write a new script recently. Before Fu Zhen left the Fu family after shooting Chunhua mountain, he thought about buying Luo Pingping's White Castle and adapting it into a film. However, after that, his plan was delayed for a long time.

Now that he has money, he also wants to consider buying the copyright of this film. However, it is said that Luo Pingping is fighting a lawsuit with a well-known network writer. Even if he wants to buy the copyright, he will have to wait until Luo Pingping finishes his work here.

So there is no way to give the film to Jiang Hengshu. What else can I give him?

Fu Zhen scratched his head and searched the Internet. Most of his suggestions were to make a small handicraft or buy him something he wanted recently. However, Jiang Hengshu didn't need anything recently, and he couldn't make any changes now.

Fu Zhen slipped the answer a little bit. At the end of the line, an old driver suddenly drove, saying that he could give himself to him and give him an unforgettable night. He also showed a picture of sailor's clothes, maid's clothes and nurse's clothes on Taobao.

Fu Zhen's advice to the old driver is actually a little bit excited, but he is not too bold to mess around with a child in his stomach.

No, it seems that it's OK. Fu Zhen touched his stomach. It's still very flat now. He can't see that there is a little life in it.

A little blush spread from Fu Zhen's face to his neck. He thought of what was played back in his pocket on Jiang Hengshu. He did not know whether it was still there. He put down the towel in his hand and got up from the closet to find out the windbreaker that Jiang Hengshu wore when they went to baimeishan hot spring before the Spring Festival.

At this time, Jiang Hengshu opened the door and came in. He found that Fu was really holding the windbreaker he had been wearing a few days ago and was groping for something. He was a little strange and asked, "what are you looking for?"

Fu Zhen looked up at Jiang Hengshu and gave a dry smile. Naturally, he could not tell Jiang Hengshu that he was looking for the little white tube. He shook his head and said to Jiang Hengshu, "nothing. See if there is any dirt. Do you need to wash it?"

Jiang Hengshu didn't doubt him. He might have guessed it, but he didn't tell the truth. He sat down beside Fu Zhen, picked up the hair dryer in the cabinet, and waved to Fu Zhen: "OK, come here and dry your hair. It's time to sleep."

Fu Zhen let out a sigh and put the windbreaker back in the closet. He didn't feel the last used thing in his pocket just now. So he'd better go to the pharmacy to buy one tomorrow.

Jiang Hengshu dried Fu Zhen's hair, and then they went to bed, hugged each other, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The next morning, Fu Zhen woke up early and waited for Jiang Hengshu to open his eyes and say to him, "Happy Valentine's day."

The sun came in through the gap between the bed curtains and quietly pressed on the quilt. Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes seemed to be filled with sparkling light. After hearing Fu Zhen's voice, he laughed softly. Then he stretched out his long arm and held Fu Zhen in his arms. He whispered in his ear: "Happy Valentine's day."

After breakfast, Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu went to work respectively. Jiang Hengshu sent Fu Zhen to their studio and waited downstairs for a while before leaving. He was ready to move Fu Zhen's studio to the vicinity of his company after a while of work.

Fu Zhen came earlier. Only two people came to the studio. After saying hello, Fu Zhen sat in front of the computer and began painting yesterday After all, he had to finish his work and draw a whole picture of Jiang Hengshu. After all, he had only one night's happiness. This Valentine's day seemed to be a bit of a deal.

There are many, many different Jiang Hengshu's sketches in his sketch book, which he drew when he was working on the construction site. He selected one of his more satisfactory ones as a sketch, and refined and colored it.

During the lunch break, Fu Zhen only chewed on two steamed buns, so he ran back to the computer and colored the base map drawn in the morning. The deputy director passed by Fu Zhen. He thought Fu Zhen was still working, but when he looked at the computer, he found that he did not draw any figures in the chronicle of Shazhou. He asked curiously, "Director Fu, what do you draw?"Fu Zhen some embarrassed smile: "nothing?"

When the deputy director looked closer, he immediately found that Fu Zhen's painting was Jiang Hengshu. Although Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu did not take the initiative to introduce them, they were not blind. It was easy to see that their relationship was extraordinary and extraordinary.

"Oh --" the deputy director drew a long ending and patted Fu Zhen on the shoulder twice, revealing a smile that I know and I understand. What dislike is Tang Wanwan, who is always a

director, who knows that Fu Zhen is the little son of Fu's family. He doesn't see much of him. He often make complaints about his bend in the studio at that time. But at that time, I didn't know what the reason was. Every time I heard him say something bad about Tang bend, they felt uncomfortable and felt that Fu was too calculating. It's only human. Overbearing make complaints about

. He is looking at the wedding video that Tang bend before this Spring Festival. Suddenly he wants to understand that Fu Zhen is facing a completely rebellious father and brother brother, and also aggressive Tang Wanwan. He has hidden grievances in his heart and can not vent. He has to talk with them two sentences everyday.

If he could have understood this earlier, he should have reached out to help Fu Zhen when he was expelled from the Fu family. But I don't know why. After hearing that Tang ququ had an accident, he seemed to have completely forgotten Fu Zhen. Since then, no one has mentioned this name around him.

He thought that Shazhou chronicle would never be updated again. At this time, he saw the official microblog of Shazhou chronicle, and wanted to find back the creators of Shazhou chronicle.

Before he came to the studio, he was worried that Fu Zhen had lost his original intention to Shazhou chronicle in recent years. Even if the renewal of Shazhou chronicle was restored, it would be a bad end. But at the moment he saw Fu Zhen, he knew that Shazhou chronicle would not decline. Although Fu Zhen did not have the fierce and air of that year, he was more mature than before, and Shazhou chronicle was only It will be better than ever.

They won't say anything for him on the Internet, but they all know that Fu is really a good person.

The deputy director happily walked away, went to the side of the lounge to find a single bed lying on top of Xiaomei.

Fu Zhen did not draw for a while, received a call from Jiang Hengshu. Jiang Hengshu asked him in the phone, "what are you doing?"

Usually, Fu Zhen should have a rest at this time. In order not to let himself disturb him, Jiang Hengshu sends him a wechat at most.

Fu Zhen looked at the computer in front of him as if he had done something wrong. He didn't want to lie to Jiang Hengshu and said, "I'm drawing."

Jiang Hengshu said to Fu Zhen with an unexpected tone: "don't draw any more. Go to rest."

"It will be finished in a minute." Fu Zhen looked at the picture with only a little color on it, and said a lie with his eyes open.

Jiang Hengshu telephone that end of the voice is gentle and firm: "listen, you should rest."

Fu Zhen was silent for a moment, turned off the computer obediently and said, "OK."

He stood up in front of the computer. As soon as he looked back, he saw Wang Tong leaning against the door and gave himself a silly smile. Fu Zhen immediately understood that this must be the secret of Wang Tong's accusation.

Fortunately, there was not much work left in the afternoon. Fu Zhen was in a hurry to finish the picture, print it out with coated paper, and bought a photo frame in the supermarket and put it in.

After finishing this, Fu Zhen held the picture frame and opened the second hand on the clock to turn around. He was worried. The deputy director could see what he was thinking from his expression and said to him, "Director Fu, if you are in a hurry, you should leave work first. Here I am alone."

Fu Zhen refused: "no, he hasn't finished work yet. I'll leave later."

Said that Cao Cao arrived, Fu Zhen's words fell not long ago, Jiang Hengshu called him, said he had been waiting for him downstairs.

Fu Zhen's face immediately burst into a smile and said to several people who were still working: "you should go back earlier."

They rejected Fu Zhen's proposal: "our group of single dogs don't have a partner. Why are we going back? Do you eat dog food? "

Fu Zhen couldn't help laughing. He waved with the others in the studio and turned downstairs to find Jiang Hengshu.

Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen to a French restaurant and had a candlelight dinner.

When eating, I heard the little girl holding the mobile phone at the back of the table and kept saying: "how romantic and romantic!"