Chapter 67:

Fu Zhen was in a good mood because he met Fu Ting and ruined most of it. He still doesn't know what happened to Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting.
Why did he suddenly collapse with Tang Wanwan, and suddenly came to him and said that he regretted it, but as long as they no longer appeared in front of him, these had nothing to do with him.
Fu Zhen was really scared. He had no way of telling whether Fu Jianchen and Fu Ting were telling the truth or not, so don't believe anything, so as not to get hurt again.
In the evening, the horizon was dyed a rose-like red by the setting sun, and the traffic on the street made a huge roar. Fu Zhen walked across the sidewalk and came to the supermarket to buy a catty of mangosteen, two bunches of grapes, and a large bag of snacks. , And finally called to ask Jiang Hengshu what he would like to eat at night.
Because Fu Zhen didn’t need to worry about the wedding, he continued to soak in the studio all day long, busy preparing the script and storyboard for the next episode with his colleagues. After his stomach came out, he would definitely not be able to come again. After all, he only had a little stomach. You can tell people that he has recently become blessed, and if his stomach is too big, he will not find a suitable reason. Therefore, he has to do as much work as possible, so that his colleagues will be more relaxed.
At the end of March, the samples of the Shazhou Chronicle have been completed, but this will have to be reviewed by the relevant departments. After all the procedures have been completed, the next episode will be officially broadcast. Fu Zhen estimated that if If the trial goes well, it should be broadcast in late April, which is a bit earlier than he thought.
I was able to finish an episode so quickly, thanks to the help of my colleagues in the studio. In order to express my gratitude, Fu Zhen invited his colleagues to the restaurant for a meal on the day when the Shazhou Chronicle sample was completed.
But he failed to call Wang Tong.
After watching the sample, Wang Tong was completely autistic and sat in a chair without speaking for a long time. Others knew that he was a diehard fan of the Shazhou Chronicle and could fully understand his current feelings. When he left, he was alone with him. A pat on the shoulder was a kind of comfort.
Wang Tong had read the script of Shazhou Chronicle before and knew the plot that would happen next. At that time, he could comfort himself and say that there is still a possibility of redemption. Now his boss and sister-in-law are so sweet, how can he bear to abuse his daughter? Where is the Lord?
But it never occurred to him that Fu Zhen was really a superb man. He was not polite at all to say that he would kill the door.
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 enthusiastically discussing whether Ah Wan would be with Zhu Naiyou or go high with Huang Lieyuan. He really wanted to tell these fans that you are so naive Yes, the chief director is now mixing knives in the next episode, the kind that eats a mouthful of blood, walks away and flies away, and now they will be given fried chicken legs.
With these secrets that there is no way to speak, Wang Tong watched the fans of the Shazhou Chronicle celebrate the upcoming update and let out a lonely and unintelligible sigh.
You laugh, laugh, you won't be able to laugh after a while.
Wang Tong sat quietly in front of the computer for a long time, and finally couldn't help it. He posted a post with only one roar from the soul: Old Thief Fu Zhen killed me
However, the sand sculpture netizens did not understand the grief hidden in his roar. After seeing his post, they thought he was tortured by the Shazhou Chronicle for more than two years, so they left a neat piece in his post. The unified "hahahahahahaha".
Wang Tong cannot blame the ruthless ridicule of sand sculpture netizens, because this is the nature of human beings.
Wang Tong took a sigh of relief and buckled the computer. His sister-in-law stabbed too hard with the knife. I hope the boss can protect him when he is sent a blade by fans in the future.
In the restaurant, colleagues sat together and ordered a table full of dishes. They happily discussed the next work. After knowing Fu Zhen’s next plan for the Shazhou Chronicle, they all shook their heads. Fu Zhen said: "Fu Dao, you can be a bit hard with this knife. For this ending, let's go one."
"Full, full,"
Fu Zhen always remembered his pregnancy. He smiled and rejected his colleague: "I can't drink."
At the same time, he patted his shoulder: "This big man needs a drink, just a drink."
Fu Zhen waved his hand: "I really can't drink."
As soon as his voice fell, the cell phone he placed on the table rang. The call came from Jiang Hengshu. He asked on the other end: "Where is it?"
"Gathering out with colleagues."
Jiang Hengshu hummed, "Send me the address and I will pick you up."
After Fu Zhen sent the location to Jiang Hengshu, he smiled apologetically to his colleagues: "The family members are not allowed to drink."
Colleagues dragged the 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-" The deputy director blushed and saw Jiang Hengshu beckoning him, his eyes were narrowing and teasing, and he said to Jiang Hengshu, "Is Xiao Jiang here? Dao Fu just had a little drink. But I didn't drink it at all."
Jiang Hengshu laughed, sat down on the empty chair beside Fu Zhen, picked up the wine glass on the table, and said to the deputy director: "I owe a few glasses, I will drink for him."
"Xiao Jiang feels refreshed, come here, don't you want to toast."
Fu Zhen grabbed Jiang Hengshu's sleeves and slowly loosened them, leaning into Jiang Hengshu's ear and whispering to him, "Don't drink too much."
The deputy director smiled and asked, "What did Director Fu tell Xiao Jiang? We want to listen."
Fu Zhen shook his hand and said, "It's nothing, I told him not to drink too much."
"You can't drink it yourself, and don't let us Xiaojiang drink more."
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The sky outside has darkened, and the private room is still lively. Everyone is talking about interesting things that happened in the company during this period. Jiang Hengshu has already drunk a lot, but his face has not changed at all, and his eyes are clear and clear. There was no drunkenness inside, and seeing Fu Zhen yawning on the sofa, he knew he was a little sleepy.
Jiang Hengshu stood up: "It's a bit late. Fu Zhen and I went back first. We have already settled the bill. Everyone eats slowly."
"Go back now?" The assistant director was still a little bit reluctant.
Jiang Hengshu smiled, walked to the sofa and pulled Fu Zhencong up, patted his face to make him feel refreshed, and then left the private room with his hand.
Seeing Jiang Hengshu and Fu Zhenxiang leaving behind, the painter Xiao Wu sighed with envy: "God, I want to fall in love, too, and I really want to have a boyfriend."
Immediately afterwards, she was stuffed with a tortilla in her mouth, and the teacher next to her patted her head and said, "You can just think about it. Go back tonight and give me the painting that you didn't finish yesterday. Up."
Xiao Wu instantly collapsed on the dinner table.
After coming out of the restaurant, Fu Zhen took Jiang Hengshu's hand and said to him: "You just drank and can't drive. I'll come today, it's not far anyway."
Jiang Hengshu hummed, and sat down in the co-pilot honestly. When Fu Zhen was in the driver's seat next to him, he turned his head a little dullly to look at Fu Zhen, and told him, "Be careful." "
Fu Zhen didn't dare to drive too fast, and when he safely delivered the car to the parking space downstairs of his home, he realized that Jiang Hengshu was indeed a bit too drunk tonight.
However, the drunk Jiang Hengshu did not make trouble. He obediently followed Fu Zhen, went upstairs and went home, and returned to the bedroom. Fu Zhen took off all his clothes and changed into loose pajamas. Jiang Heng Shu also cooperated very well, that is, after changing his clothes, he stretched out his long arms and pulled Fu Zhen into his arms.
He hugged Fu Zhen and didn’t let go. He seemed to be a little girl holding his favorite doll. After a lot of effort, Fu Zhen broke free from his arms and found a towel to wipe Jiang Hengshu. Face, I fed him a little more water, and then I fell asleep at ease.
In a blink of an eye, it came to April 9th. The breath of spring has come to the city of Pinghai, the willow trees emit tender yellow branches, the mountains are covered with a layer of cyan, the ice and snow melt, everything is revived, everything is prosperous.
Fu Zhen wore a pure white suit with a small black bow tie. The suit was made by hand. It was delivered the day before yesterday with dark patterns on the edges, which 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, "Does it look good?"
Wearing the same suit, Jiang Hengshu walked over, adjusted the bow tie on his neckline a little, and said with a smile, "It looks good."
He brushed Fu Zhen's shoulder: "The time is almost here, it's time to go out."
Christianity does not allow homosexuality, but our country is following a characteristic Christian route. Pastors and priests follow the policy. Since the country allowed homosexuals to register for marriage, their God has also allowed the existence of homosexuality.
Fu Zhen's father didn't come, and he didn't have any elders. Fortunately, the two men didn't need to do the traditional way when they got married. The two grooms could appear in the church directly at the same time.
The priest in black robes stood at the forefront of the church, looking kindly at the new couple in front of him. Because they were both men, the previous vows needed to be changed.
There are not many guests who come to the wedding today. Most of them are from the Jiang family. Although these people are also wondering why Jiang Hengshu has found a man, their good cultivation prevents them from asking these irrelevant questions at the wedding. The problem.
The priest wore a long cross pendant on his neck. He first looked at Jiang Hengshu on the left hand side and asked: "Groom Jiang Hengshu, would you like to marry the man in front of you? Whether poor or rich, Health or disease, stay loyal to him for life, love him, guard him, and accompany him."
Jiang Hengshu: "I am willing."
"Fu Zhen the groom, would you like to marry the man in front of you? No matter poverty or wealth, health or disease, be loyal to him for life, love him, guard him, and accompany him."
"I am willing." Fu Zhen replied with a smile.