Chapter 12: Today is the day when the author can't name

Fu Ting still remembered where he met Fu Zhen last time. To be honest, no matter what the reason, he didn't want to see Fu Zhen again, but now it was Tang Wanwan begging himself. Fu Ting pondered it for most of the night. Decided to hand this matter over to the assistant.
When the assistant learned that Fu Ting was looking for Fu Zhen, he was surprised for a while. If Fu Ting hadn’t mentioned it suddenly, he would have forgotten that there was such a young master in the Fu family, and he didn’t know what the boss was looking for. , Is it possible to regret what happened back then.
The assistant found a private investigator and handed it over to them. Within two days, the other party replied. Looking at the photo sent by the private investigator, the assistant sighed silently. He really did not expect it back then. That high-spirited young master is now reduced to living on the construction site.
The assistant gave the photos and the address to Fu Ting. When Fu Ting received these pictures, he was in a meeting. The managers of various departments of the company looked at their boss and looked down at the phone, and then the blood on his face was instant. It all faded away, and the boss didn't seem to notice his strangeness. He put down the phone, raised his head, and asked in a deep voice to Manager Wang who was speaking, "Why don't you speak?"
Manager Wang's voice stuck, and he was in a daze before remembering what he was going to say next.
With a pen in his hand, Fu Ting listened intently to Manager Wang's report, as if the gaffe at the moment was just an illusion of everyone.
After the meeting, Fu Ting picked up the phone and read the photos sent by the assistant again. In the photo, Fu Zhen was wearing fat work clothes, pushing a small cart full of sand, and the cold wind drove his work clothes. It was blown up like an inflated balloon, and his favorite medium and long hair was not taken care of, and it was messy.
Fu Ting felt that his heart seemed to be caught tightly by something. It didn't hurt, but it was so uncomfortable that he backhanded the phone on the desktop.
Fu Ting also handed over the purchase of the film and television rights of "Shazhou Chronicle" from Fu Zhen to his assistant.
He didn't want to see Fu Zhen.
If he can really see his heart, he will find that he actually doesn't want to see Fu Zhen.
He was afraid to see Fu Zhen.
Fu Zhen's Cai Chai finally finished painting, a little faster than expected. It took only four nights, and the other person in the custard bag made a big picture one day earlier than him.
Custard's picture of Gong Qiangwei is not particularly satisfied. Mrs. Qiangwei's picture is very good, probably worth one thousand two, but it is not the feeling she wants. She can't see that this wife is against Sha in this picture. State Chronicle and the love of Custard CP.
The custard bag was a bit lost. This was a common problem that most of the painters had when she asked for a draft before. She originally thought that Gong Qiangwei, who was heated by the Shazhou Chronicles, should be different, but the result still disappointed her. .
Fu Zhentu was sent to her the next night. She just came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and her hair was still dry. She picked up her mobile phone and wanted to see if anyone gave her this time. After sending a message, she saw the small picture that Fu Zhen sent her.
At that moment, the custard bag was so excited that tears almost burst out.
This small picture from Fu Zhen shows a bright moon hanging high in the sky, and the reeds on the bank of the Wangjiang River are flying lightly while the evening breeze blows the river.
A small boat floated on the river.
With a slight blush on Zhu Naiyou’s face, his left hand was on the outside of the boat, and his right hand was holding the wine jar. His clothes were half untied, revealing most of his chest. Huang Lie sat on his lower abdomen. He looked down at Zhu Naiyou. With slight doubts in his eyes, the green silks hung down and scattered on Zhu Naiyou's chest.
Custard looked at the picture on the screen, there was only a poem left in his mind. After being drunk, he didn't know that the sky was in the water, and the boat was full of clear dreams.
The general action of the interaction between the two people was conceived by the custard bag, and the details and background were filled in by Fu Zhen himself.
This picture is still far away from the yellow storm required by the custard bag. This picture shows only eroticism, not pornography, but when Fu Zhen finished drawing the draft, the custard bag did not require modification , Which means that the custard bag agreed to reduce the severity of the pornography.
Custard Bao likes this picture of Fu Zhen too much. This picture fits the original work perfectly, no matter in style or in personal settings. I am afraid there will be some people who just say that this is a screenshot of the original work after release. Letter.
Ah ah ah custard is real!
Soon after, a similar scene was repeated. Fu Zhen's screen was once again occupied by an exclamation mark, followed by paragraphs of rainbow farts. The old mobile phone couldn't bear such a warm reception, and simply stuck.
After Custard's mood stabilized a bit, Fu Zhen sent her a message.
[is this OK? ]
It's okay, it's just too good. With excitement, the custard bag transferred the 500 yuan balance to Fu Zhen with a trembling hand.
[You turned too much, let me turn it back for you]
[No need, my wife, I really like this picture]
Fu Zhen did not reply to this custard bag on Weibo, and directly transferred the extra money from the custard bag to him on Alipay.
But soon after the Custard Bao transferred the more than 400 yuan back, she probably also knew that Fu Zhen would not accept her money, so she sent another message.
[Then my wife, let me ask you another draft]
[it is good]
...
Shortly after receiving the picture of Fu Zhen, Custard Bao posted it on his Weibo, bringing the topic of Shazhou Chronicle and Custard CP, and also @了傅真 by the way.
It’s been a long time since the fandom of Shazhou Chronicle’s fandom has seen such a good match for the original. Although most of them are not cute with custard cp, they still can’t help seeing such a high degree of reduction.
God! What kind of fairy wife is this, it only costs 150r, and I also recognize the quality of 1500r, blow it up!
I'm crying, why is this not my cp!
I also want to ask my wife for a draft, I want to see us play as bunny girls late to night [slobber][slobber]
...
Fu Zhen's Weibo fans rose from double digits to four digits overnight, and the private message that came to him for the draft gave him another blow to his elderly mobile phone.
That night, Fu Zhen received a call from Assistant Fu Ting, who wanted to buy the film and television rights of the Shazhou Chronicle in his hand.
If Fu Zhen was expelled from the Fu family two years ago and he needed money, he would definitely sell the copyright without thinking about anything, but now he is not short of money, or say It is useless to have money, his leg missed the best time for treatment, which will probably be the case in the future.
Fu Zhen tactfully rejected the other party, then opened the private message, and received a 500r color plug and a 200r vertical drawing, plus the color plug painted for the custard bag. He will have it for the next half month. busy.
The assistant called Fu Ting about his rejection, and Fu Ting said that he knew, and then hung up the phone with the assistant.
Tang Wanwan went out on a date with Qin Zhao again tonight. The Fu family returned to the usual quiet. Fu Ting and Fu Jianchen sat on the sofa in the living room, and time passed away every minute.
Fu Ting put down the documents in his hand and turned upstairs to rest.
Fu Jianchen suddenly stopped Fu Ting, "...Where do you think Fu Zhen is now?"
Fu Ting turned his head and looked at his father. There was no special expression on Fu Jianchen's face, as if he was asking about something very common.
"The construction site behind the New World Mall in Xiling District."
Fu Jianchen let out a cry, and nodded after a long time.
Fu Ting turned around and continued walking upstairs along the stairs. Fu Jianchen downstairs asked him again: "What is he doing there?"
Fu Ting was silent, and after a while he replied: "It should be moving bricks."
Fu Jianchen didn't speak any more. In his hand was an entertainment newspaper with a photo of Tang Wanwan's latest still. Fu Jianchen raised his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.
In the afternoon of the next day, Fu Jianchen came out of the company an hour ahead of schedule.
"Don't go home first." Fu Jianchen, who was sitting in the back of the car, suddenly spoke and said to the driver.
"Where are you going, sir?"
"Go..." Fu Jianchen paused for a while, and said to the driver, "Go to Xiling District and take a look."
The driver drove Fu Jianchen through a small half of the city. Fu Jianchen came to the construction site behind the New World Shopping Mall. He sat in the car, looking through the window glass, over the tall iron fence, and wanted to find that place. A figure that has appeared in his dream for a while.
But he did not find him.
The time in the car seemed to be extraordinarily long. I don’t know how long it had passed. Fu Jianchen said softly, "Let’s go."
The driver only felt confused, what did the husband suddenly come to the construction site to do, but these are not his drivers should be concerned about.
There seemed to be a sigh in the car. Before the driver could figure out whether the sigh was accidentally made, he heard Fu Jianchen from behind asking him: "Old Wu, how many years have you been with you?"
"Twelve or three years," the driver said.
Twelve or three years, enough for a child to grow into a teenager.
Twelve or three years ago, how old Fu Zhen should be, Fu Jianchen wanted to find that little figure in his memories, but found that he still couldn't find it.
He can only see him in a dream.
The driver looked up and saw Fu Jianchen's face a little pale in the rearview mirror. He asked worriedly, "What's wrong with Mr.?"
"It's okay." Fu Jianchen said lightly.
The silence in the car returned, and Fu Jianchen raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
At that time, why did he drive Fu Zhen out of the Fu family? It seems like...
Because he hurt Wanwan.
He deserves to be punished.