AWB Chapter 49
Chapter 49
After Fu Jiujiu finished speaking, he raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were a little moist, as if he was very dependent and eager to get the same answer from him.
But Lin Jun only looked back at him with lowered eyes, his eyes were very dark, with a little probing and a little secret joy.
However, Fu Jiujiu waited for a long time, but he didn't get what he wanted to hear.
Fu Jiujiu hugged him even tighter, and couldn't help raising her head to kiss the corner of his mouth.
The smile gradually expanded in Lin Jun's eyes, and then spread to the corners of his straightened mouth.
His rosy lips curled up slightly, and a deep dimple appeared on his cheeks.
That dimple was full of joy and sweetness, and immediately after, he lowered his head and kissed him, giving him all his joy and sweetness.
This is the first time since Fu Jiujiu lost his memory, he said that he likes him so bluntly.
Even if he just likes him, even if he knows that he likes him, but he can say it himself, it still makes him extremely happy.
"Really?" He asked softly, his voice deep and deep knocking on Fu Jiujiu's eardrum: "How much do you want?"
"I really want to." Fu Jiujiu replied softly, almost like a nasal voice, soft and hoarse.
Lin Jun bit his lip, pulled the red spot away, and then let go.
He looked at him, remained silent for a while, then grabbed his wrist, and interlocked his fingers: "Have you thought about remarrying?"
Fu Jiujiu was stunned, his eyes widened suddenly, and they collided with his gaze.
Lin Jun's eyes are extremely deep, staring at him very quietly, like the sea in the dark night, people can't tell the depth.
Fu Jiujiu opened his mouth nervously, but no sound came out.
He didn't think about it so carefully, let alone that Lin Jun would suddenly ask him such a question.
In fact, he felt that it might have gone far beyond what he said.
But he couldn't say that, because if he said it, Lin Jun would mercilessly push him one step forward.
He shouldn't be there yet.
If he wanted to hold him in his hand for a long time, he had to eradicate all hidden dangers, hit the target with one blow, and never repeat it.
Fu Jiujiu's thoughts turned quickly, and his eyebrows frowned slightly.
From Lin Jun's point of view, it was as if he had been awakened suddenly from a deep love.
He raised his hand to touch his cheek, then lowered his eyes and smiled, lowered his head to kiss the tip of his nose and lips: "Just kidding, don't think about it if you can't figure it out."
His kiss was so gentle that Fu Jiujiu quickly relaxed his body and forgot what he wanted to think about.The body gradually becomes hot and dry.
Only then did Fu Jiujiu remember that Lin Jun was hugged by himself before he even had time to take off his coat when he entered the door.
He took a step back in embarrassment, raised his hand to help him loosen his tie, and took off his coat.
Seeing the two separated, Fu Xiaoba, who had been poking inwards from the balcony, finally ran over.
Seeing Lin Jun kneeling down to meet Fu Xiaoba, Fu Jiujiu stepped on his slippers and entered the kitchen.
He dug out an ice cream ball from the refrigerator, took a scoop and handed it to Lin Jun's mouth: "This one is very delicious. I grew up eating it, do you want to try it?"
"Well," Lin Jun nodded, took a bite with his hand, the vanilla smell spread in his mouth, cold and sweet, like the taste of Fu Jiujiu's lips.
He ordered Fu Jiujiu: "Bring the flowers here."
Fu Jiujiu put down the ice cream, got up and went to the porch to bring the bouquet and scissors.
Lin Jun leaned halfway on the sofa, with a ray of tiredness between his brows.
He put his hand on top of Fu Xiaoba's head, smoothed its fur very gently, and then coaxed it to play.
After Fu Xiaoba ran away, he picked up the scissors and the bouquet, and carefully trimmed the flower branches.
Fu Jiujiu sat beside him very consciously, while watching him trimming, while delivering ice cream to his mouth.
Lin Jun's fingers are very nimble, and he is very skilled in pruning flower branches, as if he has done this kind of work for many years.
The sunflowers he pruned look clean and radiant.
After cutting, Fu Jiujiu put the flowers into a vase and replaced the slightly withered branches.
"Brother, are you tired?" Fu Jiujiu asked, "How long will you be busy?"
Lin Jun glanced at him with a smile: "It will take a while."
"Do you need my help?" Fu Jiujiu asked again.
Lin Jun raised his hand and rubbed the top of his hair. Fu Jiujiu's hair was light in color, but it was extremely soft to the touch, like fine silk, with excellent luster.
"No," he said, "it's not a big deal, just straighten it out."
The way he spoke was very easy-going, although he was a little tired, but he seemed more at ease.
That kind of sure look makes people feel very reliable.
Just as Fu Jiujiu was about to speak, he said again: "As long as I can hug you when I come back every day, I won't feel very tired."
Fu Jiujiu laughed, forgetting what he wanted to say.
"Xiao Jiu," Lin Jun looked at his smiling face, leaned towards him with a smile, and said softly, "Knead for me."
"Ah?" Fu Jiujiu pursed her lips, and reached out to unbuckle his belt.
Lin Jun was stunned, and quickly pressed the back of his hand. After a moment of surprise, he smiled very lightly, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You're not..." Fu Jiujiu looked at him in surprise, puzzled.
"No." Lin Jun laughed, and held his hand and moved it to his temple: "It's a bit of a headache."
Fu Jiujiu's face turned red in an instant, and he covered his face frantically and let out an "ah", which made Lin Jun burst out laughing.
Then he climbed onto the sofa and squeezed between Lin Jun and the back of the sofa: "Don't look at me."
"Well, don't look." Lin Jun suppressed a smile, but his shoulders were still shaking slightly.
Fu Jiujiu clenched his fist and punched him hard on the shoulder a few times.
Lin Jun clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips, and stopped smiling.
Fu Jiujiu was a little annoyed, but also thought it was funny, so she pursed her lips and reached out to massage his temples.
From this posture, it looked as if he was holding Lin Jun into his arms from behind.
Very intimate, very comfortable, very suitable for his desires.
Fu Jiujiu let go of the embarrassment just now.
Lin Jun was still sitting upright, Fu Jiujiu massaged him and said, "Brother, you can lean back."
Lin Jun leaned back slightly, because Fu Jiujiu was sitting on his knees, and his head rested on his shoulder and neck.
He seemed to be really tired. After a while, his long eyelashes drooped slowly, and his whole body relaxed a little bit, almost completely falling on Fu Jiujiu.
Fu Jiujiu unconsciously breathed lightly, for fear of disturbing him.
But in the silence, Lin Jun's cell phone rang suddenly.
As if frightened, his body bounced suddenly, and then he opened his eyes.
The redness in those eyes became heavier, which made Fu Jiujiu very distressed.
He touched his cheek to comfort him, then bent down and handed him the phone, the name of Sui Xingyuan was on the screen.
Lin Jun moved his body tiredly, leaned into Fu Jiujiu's arms to find a more comfortable position, turned on the phone and put it on, and connected the call.
Fu Jiujiu's movements didn't stop, and his fingers slowly moved from his temples to his hair, rubbing his hair roots and scalp with a little force.
Lin Jun looked up at him and smiled a little.
"Brother." Sui Xingyuan called after the phone was connected.
"Hmm." Lin Jun's nasal voice contained a bit of tiredness that couldn't be concealed.
"It's so late," Sui Xingyuan paused, "Have you already fallen asleep?"
"I haven't fallen asleep yet," Lin Jun said, "Is there something wrong?"
"There is something wrong with a batch of goods on my side, and they were inspected by the customs," Sui Xingyuan said, "The time for re-inspection is very late, can you help me deal with it?"
"Is it a problem with the goods or the documents?" Lin Jun asked.
"There is no problem with the goods, brother, how can I have the face to look for you if there is a problem with the goods?" Sui Xingyuan said: "My family has been abroad for these years, and many domestic relationships have been broken..."
"I see," Lin Jun interrupted him: "Tomorrow, you will have someone send the information to my assistant."
"Well," Sui Xingyuan's voice revealed some joy, he paused and asked again: "I've heard about FY, brother, you've worked hard."
"En." Lin Jun replied lightly again.
"You..." Sui Xingyuan paused: "Xiaojun, are you with...sister-in-law now?"
"Yes," Lin Jun said: "We are going to rest, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."
"One more thing," Sui Xingyuan seemed to be smiling: "My parents will come back next week, let's have a meal together?"
"Okay," Lin Jun said without hesitation, "Call my mother when the time comes. They haven't seen each other for many years, they must be very happy, and call Xiao Ye, together."
"Understood." Sui Xingyuan said, his voice became lively again.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Jiujiu couldn't help resting his chin on Lin Jun's shoulder.
Lin Jun tilted his head, raised his face slightly, and kissed him on the lips.
Fu Jiujiu said again: "Brother, I like you."
Lin Jun laughed and looked at him with piercing eyes, as if his sleepiness had disappeared.
He thought he was jealous, and he was very happy in his heart: "You said it twice today."
Then he added: "I'm not interested in Xiao Yuan, but the two families are family friends, some occasions are just out of politeness, I have a sense of proportion."
Fu Jiujiu laughed.
He's actually not jealous at all.
Because I know him well enough, I trust him even more.
"I didn't take it to heart," he said, "don't worry."
Lin Jun glanced at him again, not understanding why he could say that he liked him so bluntly.
And then not jealous at all.
And kept a secret from him.
Mingming still had joyful brows and eyes, changing as he said.
Those joys dimmed little by little, and he slowly turned his head away.
I don't know whether to say goodbye to Fu Xiaoba who ran over or to Fu Jiujiu, he said unhappily, "I'm leaving."
Fu Jiujiu hugged his waist from behind, buried her face in his neck and laughed.
He said: "Although I don't take it to heart, I'm still a little jealous."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Jun pursed his lips and turned his head.
"You're jealous if you don't care about it?" He said, but a little smile appeared in his eyes, and he said disdainfully, "So narrow-minded?"
"Yeah." Fu Jiujiu nodded with a smile, amused by his sudden cloudy and sunny appearance.
After Zhiren released another issue, Fu Jiujiu received a cooperation invitation from FY Company.
Unexpectedly, the cooperation content proposed by FY not only includes animation copyright, but also comic copyright and film and television adaptation copyright.
However, based on the current progress of Zhiren, it should take a long time to enter the film and television process.
It can also be seen from this that FY is indeed very forward-looking.
Fu Jiujiu has always been a person who distinguishes between public and private.
And in many things, his attitude is quite cautious.
Not to mention, the original intention of holding the blade comes from the person he cherishes the most, and he wants to do the best for it every step of the way.
So, he didn't want to risk giving all of its rights to one company.
Even if the opponent is FY and Lin Jun, it won't work.
With little thought, he rejected the proposal to sign a film and television copyright contract.
And because the comics involved commercial cooperation, he hadn't considered charging, so the only thing he could sign in the end was the adaptation copyright of the animation.
The conditions given by FY are very superior, far beyond Fu Jiujiu's psychological expectations.
But even so, he hesitated before signing the contract.
Because the contracted author needs to provide real identity information and various legally effective documents.
He was still a little worried that Lin Jun might see it.
In fact, he had been shaken a long time ago, and he really wanted to tell Lin Jun that he was Qing Ren.
However, when he thought that on the one hand, he took Lin Jun as his original heart, drew manga with enthusiasm, and thus created the Blade Kingdom, but on the other hand, he couldn't let go of his heart and remarry him, so he didn't have the courage to speak to him.
That night, he came home from get off work.
Seeing Lin Jun sitting on the sofa in the living room and falling asleep.
He might be waiting for him, PAD casually tossed aside.
When Fu Jiujiu picked it up, the screen automatically lit up, and a lot of work information poured in.
Fu Jiujiu suddenly felt that he was very funny. Lin Jun was so busy, how could he have the time, energy or interest to pay attention to the three-dimensional identity of a contracted author?
He signed the deal the next day.
And that afternoon, all Qingren's information appeared on Lin Jun's desk.
Even though he had already guessed the truth, Lin Jun still felt a throbbing in his heart when he saw Fu Jiujiu's slightly curved eyes in the photo when he actually got the information.
Proud of him, but also a little sour.
Time passed quickly, and it was mid-March in a flash.
The weather is gradually warming up, and the winter jasmine flowers in the corner of the community are blooming brilliantly, and the flamboyant branches are pruned and piled up in the corner by the property management staff.
Fu Jiujiu picked up a few, trimmed them with scissors, and put them together with yellow sunflowers to keep them blooming.
It was Monday again, and Fu Jiujiu had just done a live broadcast the day before.
He thought about the cooperation plan with the brand while driving, hoping to be more innovative.
When he arrived in NF, he took a cup of coffee and habitually sat in front of his seat and opened various mailboxes to browse emails.
He watched intently, pursing the corners of his lips seriously, until Wu Qiuran came in with the document for him to sign.
He hid the mailbox window, then carefully flipped through the files.
At that moment, Wu Qiuran stared at the rapidly spinning pen in his hand, showing a mocking sneer.
Qin Mo found a professional team to carefully compare many fashion elements in the blade.
And in the process, they discovered that the drawing methods of several sets of costumes in Holding the Blade have a very high overlap rate with the several sets of costumes drawn by the former NF part-time painter Little Mynah.
Wu Qiuran used NF's internal channels to ask someone to find out the contact information of the little starling.
There was only one mailbox, which was the only channel he used to submit manuscripts and communicate at that time.
Wu Qiuran anonymously sent the part of "Green Blade" that involved plagiarizing mynah to the other party's mailbox.
He encouraged the little mynah to stand up and identify the plagiarism of the author of the blade, and told the other party that no matter whether the lawsuit wins or loses, the little mynah can rely on the heat of the blade to become popular in the first battle, and they will provide him with financial and legal assistance free of charge.
He didn't believe that the little starling would not be moved by such conditions and the opportunity to become famous.
At the same time, the professional team compared and found that many elements in the blade have borrowed from WUYUN's new design.
Not only that, but also found the WUYUN brand logo on a windbreaker that the protagonist often wears in a very hidden place.
And the release time of that comic was precisely shortly after he was humiliated because of the PN clothing incident, and Lu Xiye led various brands to cheer for Fu Jiujiu.
All of a sudden, old and new hatred surged into my heart, almost making Wu Qiuran's eyes red.
Similarly, he anonymously sent all the information to the Wuyun company mailbox, and at the same time sent a copy to Lu Xiye and Lu Xiye's mother Wu Yun.
Zhaolu Xiye's tough tactics, and Wu Yun's extreme responsibility for his own design and his detestable and ruthless behavior towards plagiarism incidents... Wu Qiuran felt that Fu Jiujiu was finished.
When Fu Jiujiu handed back the documents to him, he didn't even notice that he rejected his proposal, so he smiled happily: "Thank you, Editor Fu."
It wasn't until he walked out of the office that he realized what Fu Jiujiu's raised eyebrows meant.
"Forget it," Wu Qiuran thought, "don't worry, after all, there are opportunities to step on Fu Jiujiu."
After Wu Qiuran went out, Fu Jiujiu's expression also turned cold.
He tapped the table with his fingertips habitually, and then carefully read the few emails in the mailbox again.
One was lying in the mailbox he opened under the name of Little Starling when he was an illustrator.
A letter was lying in Qingren's mailbox, forwarded by Lu Xiye.
This day is finally here.
The bait he cast was so fragrant that he finally led the fish to the hook.
Fu Jiujiu pondered for a while, then smiled a little.
At the end of March, WUYUN will officially announce the cooperation plan with Zhiren to the outside world, and the timing is just right.
He lowered his eyes, then clicked the mouse, and sent an email back to Lu Xiye: "Do you want to save a promotional fee?"
The author has something to say:
Ah, sorry, I'm late, I'm in a hurry
感谢在2020-08-2620:14:16~2020-08-2819:32:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: , Jingjing, cvvn1;
Thanks to the little angels for the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Hegui Gushan Temple; 5 bottles of Coke;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!