AWB Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Since the age of 16, Fu Jiujiu has been secretly in love with someone, but has never confessed to him.
For various reasons, he also never wanted to be with anyone.
From the time he was 24 years old, he lived alone.
When needed, he can go out with Qi Luo to fight with people, and he can also pick up a gas tank and a large bucket of water in daily life.
Changing light bulbs, unblocking the toilet, going to the kitchen... everything is perfect, and everything is perfect.
When working, he can wear the brand's haute couture, and as a fashion editor, he can freely communicate with various brand partners and celebrities.
Also know some negotiating skills with people in high positions.
He does not have high material requirements, nor does he have particularly strong spiritual needs.
As long as there is a job in hand and you can get a salary every month, you can get a certain sense of security.
The money he earns is not a lot, but after giving some to his father every month, it is enough for himself.
Most of the new models of the cooperative brands will give them extremely low discounts, so he is never harsh on himself when it comes to dressing.
In fact, as an adult, he can take care of himself very well without the help of others.
Except for Qi Luo and Qi Luo's mother, he rarely enjoyed more pure warmth, and he never thought of asking for more.
He has always felt that this is very good, and there is no regret in living like this for the rest of his life.
Of course, this does not mean that he is resistant to falling in love.
In fact, if marriage is not the premise, he does not resist falling in love, and even thinks falling in love is a very good thing.
But when he was 24 years old, he still never fell in love.
Even though there has never been a lack of suitors around him, none of those people can compare to the person in his heart.
How can you make do with pearls and jade in front of you?
But now, the person in his heart is standing in front of him, telling him gently and sincerely that he wants to start a relationship with him.
He told him that he didn't have to be responsible, he didn't have to be chained, he just had to enjoy the warmth of this relationship.
Fu Jiujiu's heart was both sore and soft, and he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
They were so close his eyelashes almost brushed his face.
His eyes were dark, filled with bottomless affection, silently waiting for his answer.
He had to respond, not only did he have to respond, but he also had to pay a little more to be worthy of his affection for him.
Only then can he be worthy of such a sincere friendship that he has never received from others.
"Senior..." Fu Jiujiu called out tremblingly.
"Change your name." Lin Jun pinched his waist lightly, kissed his lips, his eyes were burning.
"Brother... Lin Jun..."
His bewildered voice suddenly rang in his ears like thunder.
Fu Jiujiu raised his arms red-faced, wrapped his arms around his neck, and called him softly, trembling slightly: "Brother."
His voice was soft and sweet, ashamed and enthusiastic, like a snail sticking out a corner, and it was about to shrink back.
The sound was light and soft across his lips and ears, but it seemed to carry the power of thunder.
The blood rushed to the brain like a surge, and Lin Jun's dark eyes instantly burst into flames.
The moment he opened his lips, he lowered his head and attacked.
Fu Jiujiu was pressed against the wall, raised her head slightly, and accepted his kiss.
He kissed so fiercely that he was almost unable to bear it. The moment his body was so weak that he was about to fall down, he held his waist tightly and pressed him into his arms again.
They were so close together that there was not even a gap between them.
The body temperature is ironing the body temperature, lips. tongue. hooked. entangled lips. tongue.
Lin Jun is a ferocious beast, but because he cherishes it, he let down his minions, so there is only itching, numbness and sweetness in his mouth, but no pain.
Better than the time he was drunk.
Fu Jiujiu likes this feeling.
Nobody likes the feeling of being valued.
He couldn't help but began to respond to him, jerky and active.
His jerky made Lin Jun excited and novel, but he couldn't help feeling narrow-minded.
He teased him, made him unsatisfied, and seduced him, making him unable to help himself...
When he wanted to tilt his head, he pressed the back of his head again and kissed him deeply.
This kiss is so long, like a beast that has been starved for a long time, wanting to make up for everything it owed.
……
When it was over, Fu Jiujiu gasped slightly and looked up at him, her originally pink lips turned into a bright red rose color because of the kiss.
Lin Jun gently pecked his lower lip and said, "It's swollen."
Then he bit it lightly again and said, "It's really swollen."
Fu Jiujiu was amused by the way he was a little reluctant to let go, but worried that his lips would be too red and swollen.
He raised his head and kissed him on the corner of his mouth.
"If you think we were in love before," Lin Jun hugged him, his voice rang in his ears hoarsely, with an indescribable sense of sexiness: "Then let me give you time, what else to consider?" What is it?" Fu Jiujiu buried his face in his shoulders and neck, and raised his head slightly: "I thought you wanted to remarry."
Lin Jun froze for a moment, blinking his eyes lightly.
Of course he thought, crazy.
Although they didn't really go through the formalities, and in his heart, Fu Jiujiu was his object, his lover.
But he is also very clear that in Fu Jiujiu's mind, they are indeed just the relationship between senior and junior.
Neither love experience nor marriage fact.
Therefore, he always thought that what Fu Jiujiu had to consider was whether or not to start a relationship with him.
It turned out that he was thinking a little further, remarriage.
"Then..." He was a little annoyed in his heart: "Will you continue to think about it?"
"Yes," Fu Jiujiu said, and then looked away a little bit, and said with a guilty conscience: "But I can't give you a deadline."
Lin Jun fell silent, raised his hand and lightly touched his cheek with his fingertips.
Fu Jiujiu's skin is soft and smooth, a little lower than the temperature of his fingers, it feels very comfortable and addictive.
For a moment, all the words that I had thought about when I came here could not be said.
He wasn't sure why Fu Jiujiu hid it from him, he was Qing Ren's business.
Because from his point of view, this is completely unnecessary.
Although he really doesn't want him to work so hard, but he has achieved something, and he can only be happy for him.
His Adam's apple rolled, after all, he was not willing to break this rare warmth.
She only moved her fingers from the side of his cheek to the side of the ear in silence, pinched his earlobe, and rubbed it gently.
There are a little hard seeds on the soft earlobes, which are pierced by him.
He thought this warmth could last forever and never break.
Although he knows that he is a little greedy, he can temporarily sacrifice other needs, suppress the answers he wants in his heart, and forcibly calm his inner anxiety.
He hoped that one day, Fu Jiujiu could tell him personally.
"I don't want to go back today." He rubbed Fu Jiujiu's earlobe with his fingertips, and said softly, "I want to sleep closer to you."
"En." Fu Jiujiu nodded, wrapped his arms around his waist without a teacher, and kissed his chin.
He was a little braver and hugged the moon in the sky into his arms.
A little scared, uneasy, more joy, excitement, from time to time I want to see if the moon has never left in his arms.
Lin Jun slept in the guest bedroom for one night, and went out with Fu Jiujiu for a walk with Fu Xiaoba early the next morning.
For breakfast, I went to a nearby breakfast shop to buy deep-fried dough sticks, steamed buns and porridge, served with kelp root and tea eggs.
During the meal, Lin Jun pushed a key to Fu Jiujiu: "I plan to move here next week."
"So soon?" Fu Jiujiu bit his chopsticks, and went to look through the memo on the phone: "How do I remember that it will be a while?"
"I want to be closer to you." Lin Jun leaned forward, pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes were blazing.
Fu Jiujiu was so sweet and flustered by his eyes, she couldn't help but bit her lip and reached out to cover his eyes.
It was only the next moment that his wrist was grabbed.
He pulled his wrist in front of him, kissed his palm lightly, and then bit his little fingertip with his teeth, a little bit on his very shallow mole.
"Are you a dog?" Fu Jiujiu laughed.
"Well," Lin Jun said seriously, his lips pressed against his fingers and he raised his eyes: "I'm Fu Xiaoba's father."
Fu Jiujiu withdrew his hand while holding back a smile, and took a bite of the egg: "Don't you need to redecorate?"
Next door is a wedding room that has just been installed, which is enough for ordinary people.
But Lin Jun is a young master after all, and he usually spends the most on food and clothing, Fu Jiujiu was afraid that he would not be used to it.
"No need." Lin Jun glanced at him, and suddenly smiled: "Actually, I wanted to reinstall it before, but I was worried that you would not let me come if you found out."
Fu Jiujiu looked at him and said nothing.
Lin Jun tilted his head: "I have done even more ridiculous things, do you want to hear it?"
Fu Jiujiu was aroused by him, "What?"
Then he said, "I want to hear it."
"I'm afraid you'll be unhappy," Lin Jun said, meeting Fu Jiujiu's gaze, "So I want to cooperate with Qin Moyan, pretending that he bought out my shares in FY and kicked me out of the company..."
"And then?" Knowing it was fake, Fu Jiujiu was still very nervous when he heard it.
"Then I'll tell you that I'm bankrupt and Lai will come and live with you."
Fu Jiujiu was stunned for a moment, thinking it was funny, but also thought he was very childish.
But he just asked, "Why wasn't that done?"
"Actually, I've already discussed with Qin Moyan," Lin Jun said, "But I still don't want to lie to you."
Fu Jiujiu looked at him: "Why?"
Lin Jun leaned forward, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair: "Because you are very insecure, I am afraid that if I lied to you today, you will no longer be able to trust me in the future."
He looked at him and said slowly: "So I would rather take a more difficult path, and I don't want to lie to you."
Fu Jiujiu's heart trembled, and Lin Jun said again: "I hope I never have to lie to you."
He looked at Fu Jiujiu, his eyes were dark and he was nervous.
"Well," Fu Jiujiu pursed his lips, and looked back at him extremely seriously: "You can tell me anything, I won't get angry casually."
"Okay," Lin Jun looked at him for a moment, then said slowly, "You should do the same, tell me everything, don't lie to me."
"En." Fu Jiujiu ate the remaining half of the egg, with one cheek puffed up, like a little hamster, and answered seriously and quickly.
During this period, Qing Ren conducted another live broadcast.
Like last time, he didn't show his face, and the live broadcast wasn't too long, but the popularity was very high.
During his live broadcast, Lin Jun was still sitting in front of the computer and called Fu Jiujiu again.
The phone didn't ring, and the other party was still turned off.
Lin Jun was basically sure that during the live broadcast, Fu Jiujiu must have turned off his phone on purpose.
However, even if he promised so well and readily at the dinner table that day, it seemed that he trusted him wholeheartedly.
However, Lin Jun never waited for him to tell him that he was Qing Ren's business.
Fu Jiujiu's work became even busier, and Wu Qiuran had already returned to his post.
After Wu Qiuran came back, he took advantage of Chang Qing's going out and apologized to Fu Jiujiu in person.
As the boss, Fu Jiujiu didn't investigate further, only encouraged him to work hard.
Wu Qiuran was very grateful, and seemed to have sincerely repented, and worked harder than ever before.
There was less of the previous tit-for-tat confrontation in the office, and it was very calm for a while.
On the day Lin Jun moved here, Fu Jiujiu worked overtime to shoot for the painter Zhuquan.
Unlike the original idea, the cooperation between NF and Zhuquan was not very smooth.
There were some very difficult to reconcile contradictions.
First of all, there is actually a whole team behind the "I am a Princess" comic published in the name of Zhuquan.
In fact, Zhuquan was only responsible for the sketching part of "I Am a Princess".
Scripts, storyboards, character backgrounds, coloring, copywriting, and publicity are all in charge of different people.
Therefore, the price of inviting Zhuquan is not low, almost equivalent to the price of a third-tier starlet.
Secondly, due to the rush of the manga progress, Zhuquan and NF signed the draft and could not deliver it in time.
After delivery, many brand design details went wrong again, either some parts were missing, or the essence of brand design was not highlighted.
Moreover, Zhuquan did not allow secondary changes to the original drawing, but he himself was not cooperative enough to modify the details.
There has been a lot of friction with the brand and NF.
These frictions are almost scratching the line, neither light nor heavy, not enough to rise to a certain height, but it is extraordinarily abrasive.
Fu Jiujiu is directly responsible for the overall design and overall planning of this phase of the project.
Later, the workload on Fu Jiujiu's hands gradually increased, so after reviewing the draft and marking the revised items, it was handed over to Mary for handling.
Even though Mary wasn't a very tempered person, she was so angry that two big blisters formed on the corners of her mouth.
Just the preliminary work took more energy and time than before.
In addition to Zhuquan, this issue of the magazine also invited well-known models for the shooting of two first-tier brands.
It was originally expected that the shooting of the models would be a little later, but it turned out that the models had already finished all their work, and they waited until Zhuquan arrived.
Filming took place at NF's studio.
Except for Zhuquan's lack of lens experience and repeated shooting, the whole shooting process was smooth.
I thought that this cooperation would end smoothly, but I didn't expect that there would be another problem in the interview after the filming.
The interview was hosted by Mary, and Fu Jiujiu was on the sidelines sorting out the shooting materials.
I don't know where Zhuquan got the news, saying that NF originally planned to ask Qing Ren to complete the shooting of this special issue.
In the middle of the interview, he was asked about his knowledge and understanding of fashion brands, as well as his thoughts on cooperation with brand owners.
Zhuquan suddenly asked Mary: "I heard that you Changbian is a fan of holding blades. This time, you actually want to invite Qingren. The reason why you invited me is because Qingren rejected your invitation?"
When Fu Jiujiu heard this question, he looked at Mary and winked at her quietly.
"Why?" Mary immediately denied: "We have our own process for selecting partners, which is not as random as the outside world says."
Zhuquan's question has actually crossed the line.
Taking money to do things, NF has paid enough money, he just needs to do things seriously.
Even the first-line big names, there are times when they come off the bench.
Even Lin Jun was temporarily dragged out of the camera last time because the previously scheduled photographer had emotional problems.
Mary had already felt disgusted with him in the previous cooperation, and now listening to his question, she looked down upon him even more.
But the cooperation has reached the last step, and she had to endure and continue to finish the work.
"In the past, most of your magazines cooperated with big brands, but the ones I drew were all small second- and third-tier brands." Zhuquan refused to buy it: "It would be different if it was Green Blade? It’s for grandstanding.”
"There are indeed first-line brands in this issue, but they follow the brand's habit and let the models interpret the products," Mary endured, but she still replied very euphemistically: "The brands you cooperate with also have their own characteristics. , it’s the same even if Teacher Qing Ren comes.”
Xu, in order to make her words more convincing, Mary added: "I actually followed the cartoons of the two teachers. Although the styles are completely different, they are both very good works. Teacher Qingren is probably more sensitive to fashion, so He did use many amazing designs in the comics, but the girlish heart and sweet love of "I Am a Princess" cannot be replaced by other comics."
"You say that," Zhuquan said, "It seems that I am not as good as Qingren?"
"I didn't mean that," Mary frowned, and explained, "I mean, the two teachers are the same in my heart."
Qingren made his debut much later, and Zhuquan can be regarded as his predecessor.
But "I Am a Princess" has been serialized for so many years, and the degree of discussion is not as high as that of "Holding the Blade" in the past few months.
Moreover, the popularity of holding the blade has overwhelmed "I am a princess" since last month.
Mary doesn't think Zhuquan has any qualifications to rely on the old to sell the old.
"Same?" Zhuquan sneered: "It's just a newcomer, who relies on sensationalism to win attention, how can he compare with us?"
The smile on Mary's face could barely hold.
She didn't understand why Zhuquan was targeting Qingren so much, obviously the two comics had completely different styles.
Fu Jiujiu heard it in his ears, and couldn't help but stop what he was doing, feeling a little puzzled.
"But." Mary really likes the green blade.
And watching the live broadcast, even though he didn't show his face, it can make people feel that he himself should be a super cute boy.
Especially when she watched the barrage seriously and laughed contentedly, it made her feel very kind.
It gave her a completely different feeling from Zhuquan, who often showed his face everywhere to participate in activities.
Mary naturally wanted to speak up for the Green Blade.
But Fu Jiujiu next to him looked down at the time and immediately stepped in.
He let Mary take over for him and went into the interview himself.
"You're right, Qingren can only be regarded as a latecomer, and it will take time to gain a firm foothold." Fu Jiujiu said with a smile: "It's not like your team has entered a stable period, so this is also The reason why NF chose Zhuquan instead of Qingren after careful consideration."
"You still have vision." Zhuquan leaned back into the interview chair and sighed reassuringly: "Unfortunately, not everyone is as discerning as you."
The comic "I Am a Princess" was followed by FY Animation Production Center before, but at the end of last year, the contact with them was cut off again.
At the beginning of the year, a member of their team who knew FY staff said that FY had already reserved enough comic copyrights in the past two years.
The reason why they haven't continued to pay attention to "I Am a Princess" recently is because they temporarily set their sights on "Holding the Blade".
As soon as the news came out, Qing Ren almost immediately became the enemy of their team.
After all, the copyright of comics can cost tens of millions, especially "I Am a Princess" is a long novel that has been serialized for several years.
Selling the copyright means that their life will be completely different in this life.
It's a pity that Cheng Yaojin came out halfway when he was only close to the goal.
"Yes," Fu Jiujiu didn't know what happened at all, and seeing that Zhuquan's expression improved, he continued, "Then, during the cooperation with NF and other brands, you can share with us the things that impressed you the most. ?"
The interview was finally over, and the driver of NF was waiting downstairs, taking Zhuquan and his assistant to the star-rated hotel that had already been booked.
Fu Jiujiu handed over the interview draft to Mary, and Mary put on a stern face: "I didn't see that Editor Fu would be able to adapt to the wind like this."
Fu Jiujiu rubbed her hair: "You don't see a lot."
He handed over the work to his assistant and left in a hurry.
When he returned to the community, it was past 11 o'clock. He stood downstairs and saw the lights in Lin Jun's house were on.
Almost immediately, the bottom of my heart was filled with joy and joy.
He ran upstairs all the way, ready to take a shower, and knock on the door after the exhaustion of the day.
Just as he opened the door of his own house, the door of Lin Jun's side was pulled open.
Half of Fu Jiujiu's body had already entered the door, and he turned his head when he heard the movement.
He turned his face sideways, smiled sweetly at Lin Jun, and called, "Brother."
Just that one sound made Lin Jun's heart burn.
He walked towards him, with the light behind him, and the tall figure quickly enveloped him.
Fu Jiujiu's feet were already standing on the threshold, and he supported the door frame with his hands, looking up at him with a smile.
The dim light of the sensor light in the corridor shone on his face, like a filter for him, warm, soft, and full of smiles.
When he approached him and held his wrist, Fu Jiujiu raised her head and kissed his chin and lips.
The author has something to say: I am late, sorry
感谢在2020-08-2019:47:10~2020-08-2118:59:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 Hegui Gushan Temple;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!