Chapter 41:

Fu Zhen went back to the bedroom, drank a glass of milk on the bedside table, and took a shower in the bathroom. After returning, he lay on the bed obediently, closed his eyes and prepared to go to bed.
However, Jiang Hengshu, who was dealing with official duties in the study, received a call from Mrs. Jiang shortly after Fu Zhen left. This time Mrs. Jiang was different from usual not asking him when he went home, but asking him: "Heng Shu, I heard your Grandpa Qin say, you took your boyfriend to the hospital, what happened to him?"
Jiang Hengshu didn't know the reason. He didn't like to go to their own hospital. Anything that could be solved in the city hospital was solved in the city hospital. Unless it was an inhuman disease, he might choose to be treated in Jiang's hospital.
She also called the doctor who treated Fu Zhen the other day, but the other party always talked to her, and he was really speechless in the end, so let her ask Jiang Hengshu. .
As soon as Madam Jiang heard this, her heart suddenly became cold, thinking that the boy Jiang Hengshu liked would not really have a bad disease. The boy Hengshu was still a bit reluctant, if he really liked that. Boy, she has no way to separate them.
Jiang Hengshu has discussed with Fu Zhen before. The Jiang family must tell about his bisexuality. They can't take a child home in the future and tell them that they found it outside. .
"He is pregnant." Jiang Hengshu replied to Madam Jiang.
Madam Jiang hasn't spoken for a long time, and there is silence on the phone, only the sound of her breathing can be heard.
After a long time, Mrs. Jiang finally spoke up. She said: "Hengshu, I remember you told me last time you went home and told me that you are gay." Madam Jiang paused, seeming to find it hard to tell, she said to Jiang Heng. Shu said, "If you want a child, you can adopt one, don't harm other girls."
Jiang Hengshu said to Mrs. Jiang: "His body is a bit special..."
"Don't tell your mother that technology is so advanced now that men can become pregnant?" Madam Jiang didn't believe Jiang Hengshu's words at all.
Jiang Hengshu sighed lightly: "He is bisexual, and he is indeed pregnant with the child."
Mrs. Jiang was silent again, seeming to be thinking about the authenticity of Jiang Hengshu's words. After a while, she said to Jiang Hengshu: "Take him to see me in a few days."
"I know."
After Jiang Hengshu hung up the phone with Madam Jiang, he quickly processed the documents on the table, and returned to the bedroom to see Fu Zhen was already lying on the bed. He heard Jiang Hengshu open the door, opened his eyes to look at him, and smiled at him. .
Jiang Hengshu came over and looked down at him: "Why haven't you slept yet?"
Fu Zhen answered very honestly: "I can't sleep, I want to play with my mobile phone."
The corners of Jiang Hengshu's lips rose, and he said to Fu Zhen: "If you say to wait for me now, I might give you the phone."
Fu Zhen moved his lips. Now that he is waiting for Jiang Hengshu, it seems that he has no credibility. He blinked his big wet eyes and looked at Jiang Hengshu, like a little beast abandoned by his mother, pitifully. of.
Jiang Hengshu took the phone out of his jacket pocket: "Play less and go to bed early."
"Okay." Fu Zhen immediately opened Weibo after receiving the phone. He had to see if Qian Zhong's face was swollen.
While Qian Zhong was being interviewed, the evidence that Fu Zhen hadn't posted on the Internet before was sorted out by Jiang Hengshu, and all his brains were released.
No one thought that the video was not the only evidence that Fu Zhen had in his hands. Otherwise, why would he let Zhao Jin bounce on the Internet for so many days without taking more evidence to shoot him to death.
Among the newly released evidence, there is a very clear point that during the filming of "Chunhuashan", Zhao Jin was happily abroad with his mistress. Based on this alone, Zhao Jin and Qian Zhong said nothing. How passionate the arguments are, they are all in vain.
But this piece of evidence is not as easy to find as expected. It may be simple to find Zhao Jin’s photos at that time, but it takes a lot of work to prove the time of the photo. However, in the evidence displayed, These are all clearly presented to netizens, and there is nothing to question.
So netizens inferred that there must be someone behind Fu Zhen and that this person is probably Fu Jianchen.
If Fu Zhen is really the director of this movie, would the characters in the movie reveal any information? Netizens have re-brushed "Chunhua Mountain" several times based on this guess, and they really found a lot of the previous What was not discovered, Chen Zhiye's life experience and Fu Jianchen unexpectedly overlapped in a small range, and his birthday coincided with Fu Jianchen's.
At this time, some people said that he had worked in the Fu's family and the rockery in the Fu's garden was called Chunhua Mountain.
In this way, there are no doubts. The director of "Spring Huashan" is indeed Fu Zhen!
Recalling that Zhao Jin said on major variety shows that the film "Chunhua Mountain" embodied his thoughts and love for his father, the majority of netizens only felt that they would vomit it even overnight.
Qian Zhong didn't know anything about it, and he still talked and laughed in front of the host. Most of the audience below knew the truth. They were still clapping Qian Zhong and hahaha just now, and now they look cold and just want to see What else can Qianzhong play next.
Later, netizens completely regarded today's interview as a joke. Someone secretly took out a mobile phone video to broadcast live to netizens who were not there.
Slap face online in money!
If he said that the director of Chunhua Mountain was not Fu Zhen, I might believe it. He still has to emphasize that the director is Zhao Jin. Didn’t he blush when he said this?
Annual Confusion Award +1
-Seeking a hammer!
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And Qian Zhong doesn't know yet. The future he wants has been completely ruined. After that, if Mars didn't hit the earth, it might not be possible to turn over.
When Jiang Hengshu came out of the bathroom, Fu Zhen had already put his hand on the cupboard beside the bed. He seemed to be asleep when he was lying on his side, but betrayed him with his trembling eyelashes like butterfly wings.
Jiang Heng smiled silently, opened the quilt and lay down beside Fu Zhen, patted his palms on Fu Zhen's back twice, "Go to sleep."
Fu Zhen's head rubbed against Jiang Hengshu's neck, Jiang Hengshu turned off the bedside lamp, and after a while, only Fu Zhen's even breathing remained in his ear.
A good night dream.
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Today is January 23rd, and Tang Wanwan's wedding is held today, in the Eston Manor, which Tang Wanwan once told Fu Zhen.
Although Tang Wanwan didn’t know the reason, he sent an invitation to Fu Zhen some time ago, but Fu Zhen thinks that he has nothing to do with Tang Wanwan now, and there is no need to attend her wedding at all. There is this time. It is better to draw two color inserts, or draw a sketch for Jiang Hengshu.
The morning sun shines through the glass windows, and the carved bed curtains spread a mottled silhouette on the beige floor. Fu Zhen sits on the thick carpet with the drawing board, and concentrates on finishing the work with the paintbrush in his hand. In the picture of a fan, the hair hangs down in front of his forehead, and the shadow falls on the drawing board, like a knife in the middle of the person on the drawing.
After finishing the two color illustrations, he is ready to take a few more portrait drawings, which can make money and make it easier.
The court has to wait at least more than ten days for the hearing, and the Spring Festival will be in a few days, so it is very likely that this case will not open until next year. It is estimated that it will take a long time for the money to enter his pocket.
"What are your plans next?" Jiang Hengshu took a day off with his father, accompanied Fu Zhen at home, and made various moves by the way to be a model for him.
Fu Zhen stopped his movements, tilted his head and thought about it seriously, and replied, "If the money is enough, I want to restart the Shazhou Chronicle."
Jiang Hengshu has never read the Shazhou Chronicle, but in the years abroad, Wang Tong mentioned this anime by his side. Every time he talked about it, rainbow farts one after another, saying "The Shazhou Chronicle" It is the light of domestic animation and the hope of the rise of anime, but every time I talk about this anime, it ends with the spit of Wang Tong's boss and his sister-in-law who ran away.
He didn't expect that the producer of this animation would be Fu Zhen. To be precise, he had never had this association.
Jiang Hengshu smiled and praised: "It's so awesome!"
Fu Zhen always felt that he was coaxed by Jiang Hengshu as a child, and blushed shyly. His body was not very good, and now he is pregnant again. He has painted all morning paintings. Jiang Hengshu told Fu Zhen, "Don't be too tired."
"I know." Fu Zhen was kind enough, and immediately put down the tablet in his hand and pushed the computer aside.
"Right," Jiang Hengshu suddenly thought of something, he told Fu Zhen, "My mother wants to see you."
Fu Zhen suddenly raised his head to look at Xiang Jiang Hengshu. Behind Jiang Hengshu, countless small particles were slowly floating under the golden sunlight. Jiang Hengshu's blue eyes were as calm as a lake.
There was a small buzzing sound in his ears from the depths of the world. Fu Zhen stared at Jiang Hengshu blankly for a long time. He never thought that Jiang Hengshu had come out of the closet with his family, let alone that he would see Jiang Heng so soon. Special parents.
He clenched his hands into fists and then released them, feeling unspeakable nervousness in his heart. After a while, he asked Jiang Hengshu: "They all know?"
Jiang Hengshu squatted down and looked at Fu Zhen flatly: "Now only my mother knows."
Fu Zhen felt that his face was a little hot, his mouth opened and closed, but he only said one word: "She..."
Jiang Hengshu understood Fu Zhen's unfinished words. He comforted Fu Zhen and said, "She will like you, so..." Jiang Hengshu pulled away a handful of hair on the front of Fu Zhen's forehead. A little temptation, asked him softly, "Are you free lately?"