Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 121 Do you want to rub my ears? (3)

"..."

In fact, Ji Jiujiu knew his general family background, but these were far less shocking and true than what he told her. Even though Fu Qi had tried to speak plainly and unemotionally about certain things with her, these did not affect Ji Jiujiu curse out loud.

Her empathy ability is actually not particularly strong, but at any rate there is still a little bit. After listening to what Fu Qi said, she knew the circumstances under which Fu Qi grew up these years.

If possible, who wouldn't want to be the baby of mom and dad.

A child is a kind of fragile cub who needs company. "Turning towards warmth" is a biological instinct. It is not Fu Qi's fault, but after hearing what he said, she realized that it was so For many years, Fu Qi has been blaming himself.

He said, "Ji Jiujiu, is it because I'm too ignorant?"

He said, "If I were a little more sensible, just a little bit, wouldn't my mother not want me?"

He said, "Didn't they say that parents love their children? But Ji Jiujiu, why don't they love me?"

Fu Qi's hand holding her shoulder gradually tightened, and the young man's voice gradually became low and hoarse, and finally it was close to a whine. His forehead was buried in Ji Jiujiu's neck, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.

The single hand hanging by his side was clenched violently, and the light blue veins on the back of the white hand were tense. His heart was too sour, but he knew clearly in his heart that he couldn't cry.

At least in front of Ji Jiujiu, he couldn't shed tears.

In his cognition, the word "tears" is often associated with weakness, and Ji Jiujiu's tears are as low as death. He was only injured, and this guy could cry like the sky is falling.

The young man drooped his beautiful eyelashes, struggling to calm down his inner emotions. These things had been accumulated in his heart for too long. He trained until two o'clock in the morning every day. He dragged his exhausted body and slumped on the bed thinking, Did mom come here too?
Was it harder for her to get to that position than it is now?

It was because of too much hardship that she got to where she is now, so when Fu Shouheng asked her to give up everything and go home to take care of her husband and raise her children, she would choose without hesitation not to give up Fu Shouheng, this family, or him?
"So now, have you forgiven her?"

Ji Jiujiu is small in stature, and Fu Qi seemed a little awkward when he reached her neck, but even so, she still tried her best to stand on tiptoe, comfort him carefully, rub his head, pat his cheek back.

While throwing a soul blow softly.

That's the problem.

Let Fu Qi fall into a brief silence again.

...forgive me?Not so.

He just complained about why she was so unwilling to take him away when he first left Fu's family to live independently. Could it be that he really didn't deserve to be considered with her future.

But later, in fact, he felt that it was not so important.

Sooner or later, respectively.

I can't talk about forgiveness, I can only say that he understands her a little bit now.

"Fu Qi be good." Seeing that he was silent, Ji Jiujiu wisely did not continue to ask him related questions, but comforted him in the traditional way, while rubbing the other person's eyes with his fluffy bunny ears. He said softly, "It's okay baby, there are many people who like you now."

"Feelings from the Internet are too cheap, how long can the liking they say last?" Fu Qi sneered, "Ji Jiujiu, in such a big world, I only believe that your feelings are true. "

Ji Tweet: "..."

To be honest, my mother is under a little bit of pressure.

But now is not the time to ruin the style of painting, Ji Jiujiu sighed, and suddenly felt that this mortal body is really fragile.

If Feng Qi was here, he would never even fart.

Ah, isn't that the gap between people?

She rubbed the opponent's dog's head.

"Fu Qi, you have to love yourself well, you are much luckier than others, you have to remember that you are a person who is held in the palm of God."

- You are luckier than everyone else.

——Fu Qi.

——You are the one who holds the gods in the palm of your hand.

*
As soon as two o'clock in the afternoon, the audience who recorded the program entered the venue one after another. Shi Qing gave her a good seat, the first row of the auditorium, and she could watch their stage performance up close.

The rules of the show are really innovative, whether it is from the lighting of the stage, the setting, or the atmosphere, they all reveal a strong sense of money.

Ji Jiujiu rested her chin.

A group of people waving flags and shouting sat beside her, most of them were holding light signs or cheering sticks in their hands, and the white and fine light spots were uneven. In comparison, Ji Jiujiu, who had nothing in his hands, looked a little A little out of place.

She pulls out her phone.

Looking around for a week, there is almost no need to find it.

You can see most of the country that belongs to Fu Qi.

But as an official support club, in fact, she has not yet decided on Fu Qi's support color.

So much so that at the studio, the colors of Fu Qi's light boards were all messed up.

Ji Jiujiu rubbed his chin, and decided to consult with Fu Qi before leaving.

What color should his cheering color be?
Red will hit, orange will also hit, not as good as the whole carrot color.

Carrots are delicious and pretty, what a great color.

Ji Jiujiu recorded a short video, intending to edit it at home and give it to Fu Qi as a gift when he comes back.

She slapped her forehead, damn it, why is she so smart.

*
During the performance, the same song was divided into two groups, Group A and Group B. The members of each group were mixed, the people from Class A mixed with the people from Class BCDF, and the strength was not fixed.

Teammates are assigned by luck.

There are a total of five songs in the competition, three modern pop songs, one clear and melodious ancient style song, and the remaining one is the rap of Zhachang.

Ji Jiujiu hadn't read the script of the show, and before the host babbled something, she kept yawning in her seat, her big eyes darting around, staring at the backs of the mentors' heads.

She knew that there would be a new round of ratings shortly after the competition, and since she had greeted the person in charge, Fu Qi's strength should not be suppressed.

"..."

As the performance of the first song came to an end, the youngsters who participated in the second song came slowly from the backstage, dressed in cold clothes and swinging their sleeves.

The boy stood still on the side of the stage.

From the edge, cold dry ice suddenly poured out. It was as light as fog, but the word "appropriate amount" was well controlled, reaching below the boy's calf.

The clothes on them are not clean and cold white clothes.

The repertoire they were going to perform was a little rusty, so Fu Qi, who was standing on the side of group B, was buttoned up in a dark dark long-sleeved robe.

"..." Damn it.

Ji Jiujiu was so scared that he dropped his phone.

　good night old baby
　　
　
(End of this chapter)