Chapter 67

Fu Zhen was in a good mood because he met Fu Ting, and he didn't know what happened to Fu Jianchen and Fu ting.

How suddenly he broke up with Tang wanwan and suddenly came to him to say that he regretted it. But as long as they no longer appeared in front of him, it had nothing to do with him.

Fu Zhenzhen was really afraid. He had no way to tell whether Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting were telling the truth or falsehood. So don't believe anything, so he won't get hurt again.

In the evening, the sky was dyed rose like red by the setting sun, and the traffic on the street made a huge roar. Fu Zhen walked through the pedestrian road and went to the supermarket to buy a catty of mangosteen, two strings of grapes and a large bag of snacks. Finally, he called Jiang Hengshu to ask what he would like to eat in the evening.

Because Fu Zhen didn't have to worry about the wedding, he continued to soak in the studio all day long, busy with his colleagues preparing the script and video of the next episode. After all, he could not come back after his belly came out. After all, he only had a little belly. If he was too big, he could not find a suitable reason. Therefore, he should try his best to complete the following work, and his colleagues will be more relaxed at that time.

By the end of March, the sample film of Shazhou chronicle had been completed, but this had to be reviewed by the relevant departments. After all the procedures had been completed, the next episode could not be officially broadcast. Fu Zhen estimated that if the trial was successful, it should be broadcast in late April, which is a little earlier than he expected.

Thanks to the help of colleagues in the studio, Fu Zhen invited his colleagues to a restaurant for a meal on the day when the Shazhou chronicle sample film was completed.

But he failed to call Wang Tong.

Wang Tong was completely autistic after watching the sample film. He sat on the chair for half a day without talking. Other people knew that he was a loyal fan of the chronicle of Shazhou, and could fully understand his feelings. When he left, one person patted him on his shoulder, which was a kind of comfort.

Wang Tong had read the script of Shazhou chronicle before, and knew what would happen next. At that time, he could comfort himself that everything could be saved. Now that his elder brother and sister-in-law are so sweet, how can he bear to abuse the mistress?

However, he never thought that Fu Zhen was really a man. He said that he would destroy the door. He was not polite at all.

Wang Tong sighed, shook his head in the empty studio and said, "if this episode comes out, my sister-in-law must be scolded to death."

Wang Tong turned on the computer and watched the fans in the forum still enthusiastically discussing whether ah Wan would be with Zhu naiyou or with Huang lie. He really wanted to tell these fans that you are really naive. The chief director is now in the next episode of mixing knives, eating a mouthful of blood and walking away with a leg. Now all of them are going to be killed I've got a fried chicken leg.

With these secrets, Wang Tong watched the fans of Shazhou chronicle in the forum celebrating the upcoming update, and uttered a lonely and incomprehensible sigh.

You laugh, you laugh, and you won't be able to laugh after a while.

Wang Tong sat in front of the computer for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help it. He sent out a post with only one roar from his soul: old thief Fu Zhen killed me -

however, the sand sculpture netizens could not understand the grief hidden in his roar. After seeing his post, they thought that he had been tortured by Shazhou chronicle for more than two years In his post left a neat and unified "ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha".

Wang Tong can't blame sand sculpture netizens for their merciless ridicule, because that's the nature of human beings.

Wang Tong breathed a breath and buttoned up the computer. His sister-in-law stabbed the computer too hard. He hoped that the boss could protect him when fans sent him blades in the future.

In the hotel, colleagues sat around and ordered a table full of dishes. Everyone happily discussed the next work. After knowing Fu Zhen's plan for the Shazhou chronicle, they shook their heads and said to Fu Zhen, "Director Fu, your knife is a bit hard. For this end, let's go."

Fu Zhen always remembers his pregnancy. He smiles and refuses his colleagues: "I can't drink."

One side at the same time patted his shoulder: "such a big man, have to drink a cup, just a cup."

Fu Zhen waved his hand: "I can't drink it."

As soon as his voice dropped, his mobile phone on the table rang. Jiang Hengshu called, and he asked at the other end of the phone, "where is it?"

"Dining out with colleagues."

Jiang Hengshu said, "send me the address and I'll pick you up."

After Fu Zhen sent Jiang Hengshu his position, he said with a sorry smile to his colleagues: "no one in the family is allowed to drink."

His colleagues dragged long syllables and showed tacit smiles. Fu Zhen poured himself a glass of juice and clinked glasses with them.

Jiang Hengshu soon came to the restaurant where they had dinner.

"Yo, yo, yo --" the deputy director was so red that he saw Jiang Hengshu waving to him. With a look of narrowing and teasing in his eyes, he said to Jiang Hengshu, "is Xiaojiang here? Fu Daogang just had a little wine, but he didn't drink any. "Jiang Hengshu laughed, sat down in the empty chair beside Fu Zhen, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said to the deputy director, "I'll drink for him if I owe you a few cups."

"Xiaojiang is straightforward. It's not quick to come and toast."

Fu Zhen grabs Jiang Hengshu's sleeve and slowly releases it. He reaches Jiang Hengshu's ear and whispers, "don't drink too much."

The deputy director asked with a smile, "what do you say to Xiaojiang? We want to hear it, too. "

Fu Zhen shook his hand and said, "nothing. I told him not to drink too much."

"You can't drink by yourself. Don't let Xiaojiang drink more."

……

It's dark outside, but the private room is still hot and noisy. We talk about the interesting things happened in the company during this period. Jiang Hengshu has drunk a lot, but his face is not changed at all. His eyes are clear, and he is not half drunk. Looking at Fu Zhen yawning on one side of the sofa, he knows that he is a little sleepy.

Jiang Hengshu got up and said, "it's a little late. Fu Zhen and I went back first. We've settled the accounts. We'll eat slowly."

"I'll go back now?" The deputy director is still a little reluctant.

Jiang Hengshu smiles and goes to the sofa and pulls Fu Zhen up. He pats his face to make him more energetic. Then he takes his hand and leaves the private room together.

Looking at the back of Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhen leaving together, the painter Xiao Wu sighed with admiration: "my God, I also want to be in love, and I also want to have a boyfriend."

Then her mouth was filled with a piece of corn cake. The teacher beside her patted her head and said, "just think about it. Go back tonight and draw the standing drawing you didn't finish yesterday."

Xiao Wu collapsed on the table.

After coming out of the hotel, Fu Zhen took Jiang Hengshu's hand and said to him, "you just drank. You can't drive. I'll come today. Anyway, it's not far."

Jiang Hengshu gave a good cry and sat down in the co driver's seat. When Fu Zhen got to the driver's seat beside him, he turned his head slowly and looked at Fu Zhen and told him, "be careful."

Fu Zhen did not dare to drive too fast. When he safely delivered the car to his parking space downstairs, he found that Jiang Hengshu had a little too much to drink tonight.

However, Jiang Hengshu, who was drunk, did not make trouble. He obediently followed Fu Zhen and went upstairs to his bedroom. Fu Zhen took off his clothes and changed into loose pajamas. Jiang Hengshu also cooperated very well. After changing clothes, he stretched out his long arm and pulled Fu Zhen into his arms.

He didn't give up holding Fu Zhen, as if he was a little girl holding his favorite doll. After a lot of effort, Fu Zhen broke free from his arms. He found a towel to wipe Jiang Hengshu's face and fed him some water. Then he fell asleep at ease.

In the twinkling of an eye, it is April 9. The breath of spring has come to Pinghai. The willows are tender yellow branches, and the mountains are covered with a layer of cyan. The ice and snow melt, and everything recovers. Everything is thriving.

Fu Zhen is wearing a pure white suit with a small black bow tie. The suit is made by hand. It was just delivered the day before yesterday. It has dark patterns on the edge. It will be more obvious in the sun.

Fu Zhen stood in front of the mirror and looked at it for a while and asked Jiang Hengshu, "is it good-looking?"

Jiang Hengshu, wearing the same suit on his body, came over, adjusted his collar tie a little, and said with a smile, "it looks good."

He brushed Fu Zhen's shoulder: "it's time to go out."

Christianity does not allow homosexuality, but in our country it is a characteristic Christian line. Priests and priests follow the policy. Since the state allows homosexuals to register for marriage, their God has also allowed homosexuality to exist.

Fu Zhen's father didn't come, and there was no elder. Fortunately, the two men didn't need to do the traditional way to get married. The two bridegroom could appear directly in the church at the same time.

The priest in the black robe stood at the front of the church, looking kindly at the couple. Because they were both men, the oath needed to be changed.

Today's wedding guests are not very many, most of them are Jiang's own people. Although these people are also very strange why Jiang Hengshu found a man, they did not ask these irrelevant questions at the wedding because of their good cultivation.

The priest wore a long cross pendant around his neck. He first looked at Jiang Hengshu on his left and asked, "bridegroom Jiang Hengshu, would you like to marry the man in front of you? Regardless of poverty or wealth, health or disease, be loyal to him, love him, guard him and accompany him all his life. "

Jiang Hengshu: "I will."

"Bridegroom Fu Zhen, would you like to join hands with the man in front of you? Regardless of poverty or wealth, health or disease, be loyal to him, love him, guard him and accompany him all his life. "

"I will." Fu Zhen replied with a smile.