Fu Tong took the things and was about to get off the car. Fu Qianyuan suddenly said: "Baby, you have an umbrella next to you. Take it and don't get wet in the rain."

He said that he was lying on the side of Fu Tong with his small black umbrella, his style and color were so straight that he had no friends.

Fu Tong didn't want to owe him favors, but he didn't plan to torture himself to get wet in the rain. After thinking about it, he took out 35 yuan from his pocket and looked forward: "Travel fare."

After saying that, he looked at the umbrella on the seat next to him and took out another thirty: "Umbrella money."

Fu Qianyuan paused and looked over again. Fu Tong had already got off the car with an umbrella, his back blurred in the rain, and his appearance was as always.

Fu Qianyuan looked at it steadily until his figure completely disappeared without looking away.

On the other hand, Fu Tong took a comfortable bath when he got home, and then found a box of instant noodles to fill his stomach and got to bed.

As soon as I lay down, a series of WeChat dings sounds sounded next to the pillow.

It was a message sent by Lu Chuan, which roughly means that the shooting time will be moved to tomorrow afternoon, and that Fu Tong will not go out at the right time, and he will come to pick him up.

Fu Tong replied simply and roughly, indicating that he knew, and then habitually poked into Weibo. As a result, before the hot search page was opened, he heard the doorbell ringing outside suddenly ringing.

And only one person will ring the doorbell at this time.

Fu Tong thought he was not at home and couldn't hear him at home. He lowered his head and continued to browse Weibo, but the sound outside seemed to be endless, and the volume of the headphones could not be blocked even if it was loud.

Fu Tong endured it for two or three minutes, but he couldn't bear it anymore and went out to open the door.

The person outside the door was indeed Fu Qianyuan. Fu Tong was so upset that he just wanted to pass the big ridicule technique.

He thought so and did the same. As soon as the first word was about to be spoken, a cry suddenly heard in his ear.

It was a soft voice, and there was a little tremolo behind it.

It sounded like it came from Fu Qianyuan's arms.

Fu Tong was stunned, subconsciously lowered his head, and then saw a brown puppy in Fu Qianyuan's arms, lying in a water-soaked, basically deformed cardboard box, looking at him timidly.

Weak.

Pitiful.
Chapter completed!