Chapter 281 Fu Zheng, are you sick?
"uncle!"
The children's voice was the first to break the silent atmosphere.
Fu Shifan reacted first and trotted forward happily, "Why are you here?"
"I came here for something, and I just happened to come see you."
Fu Zheng was talking to Fu Shifan, but his eyes were looking at Wen Liang, his tone filled with worry and reproach, "You too, your head injury hasn't healed yet, and your ankle just recovered yesterday. The doctor told you to get more rest, and yet you came here today to collect folk songs without paying any attention to your health."
Wen Liang's sixth sense told her that Fu Zheng was not in trouble, but was chasing her.
However, Wen Liang did not expose her, and said calmly, "I'm fine, you go ahead and do your work, we are going to collect folk songs."
She turned her gaze to Huo Dongcheng, "Let's go, the guide should be here."
Seeing Wen Liang's cold attitude towards Fu Zheng, Huo Dongcheng smiled faintly, "Okay."
Wen Liang did not forget to ask Fu Shifan, "Fanfan, are you following your uncle or..."
Before she could finish, Fu Zheng said, "Where are you going to collect folk songs? This is my first time in Ningqing, and I have nothing to do now, so I'll go with you."
Wen Liang glared at him: "..."
Receiving her gaze, Fu Zheng remained calm and added, "If you get tired, I can carry you."
Huo Dongcheng glanced at Fu Zheng, a glint flashing in his eyes, "I thought Chairman Fu was very busy, but I didn't expect him to be in such a good mood."
"Unlike Mr. Huo, who, while managing the Huo family, still has time to be a photographer and go out to collect folk songs." Fu Zheng said in a steady tone.
Wen Liang pinched his waist and smiled at Huo Dongcheng, "Time is running out, let's go."
Huo Dongcheng didn't say anything else and turned around and left the hall first.
Xiaoyou glanced at Fu Zheng and Wen Liang secretly, and followed closely behind.
Tang Shishi glanced at Fu Zheng sideways, then walked forward holding Zhu Fan's arm, muttering softly, "I thought people with the surname Yan were annoying, but it seems Fu Hujun is just as annoying."
Seeing that everyone had left, Wen Liang had a blank expression on his face and glanced at Fu Zheng. "Aren't we going together? Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Fu Zheng casually picked up Fu Shifan's small schoolbag, lifted her up easily with one arm, and followed her. He glanced at Wen Liang guiltily, "I thought you would be unhappy."
"Hmph." Wen Liang glanced at him with a sullen face, "Look at my expression. Are you happy now?"
Fu Zheng: "..."
Fu Shifan answered for him, "Not happy."
"I don't want to say anything to you in front of other people. I'm going to save your face. When we get there, you better behave yourself. Do you hear me?!"
Her tone was serious, like a teacher scolding a disobedient elementary school student.
"I heard it." Fu Zheng touched his nose.
There was a small passenger car parked outside the hotel, with a driver and a guide on board. It was originally used to serve small tour groups of individual tourists, and Wen Liang and his friends paid to charter it.
Everyone else had already taken their seats in the car, and Fu Zheng was the last one to get on. Before he boarded, a passing uncle patted him on the shoulder and said indignantly, "Young man, I'm telling you, you can't spoil your wife. You have to show the dignity of the head of the family. As a man, how can you be afraid of your wife?"
Fu Zheng glanced at him and said, "Thank you, I'd love to."
He liked Wen Liang like this, pinching him and glaring at him from time to time. To outsiders, Wen Liang seemed to hate him, but in Fu Zheng's opinion, this was a sign that their relationship was gradually getting closer.
Just like before, Wen Liang smiled politely at Huo Dongcheng and didn't say a word to him. She would only show her emotions to people she was close to.
The uncle was stunned, feeling very disappointed. How could there be such a useless man?!
Fu Zheng, who is 1.86 meters tall, felt a little cramped standing in the bus. He half bent over and looked around.
Tang Shishi played a trick and sat separately from Zhu Fan. As soon as Wen Liang got on the bus, she waved to Wen Liang to sit next to her, across the aisle from Zhu Fan.
Fu Zheng and Fu Shifan had no choice but to sit in front of Wen Liang.
The Spring Festival holiday has passed, but there are still many people coming to Ningqing for tourism.
When they arrived at a natural scenic spot, Wen Liang got off the car with his camera.
There are different ways of expressing different scenes. Huo Dongcheng talked about his habits as he walked. Wen Liang listened attentively, and Zhu Fan also expressed his opinions.
Tang Shishi didn't understand, so she just took pictures on the side and acted as their model.
Fu Zheng looked at Wen Liang with resentment and accompanied Fu Shifan to enjoy the scenery.
There are regular vendors in the scenic area selling local snacks, souvenirs, etc. Fu Shifan is very interested and will definitely go over to take a look when he sees a stall.
"Uncle, I want to eat this." Fu Shifan stood in front of a stall and licked the corner of his mouth.
Fu Zheng looked at the sign, which said roasted rice cakes. After asking the price, he bought ten portions directly.
Fu Shifan had a small appetite, so he only took a small piece and nibbled it slowly.
Fu Zheng looked up and his eyes darkened.
Not far away, Wen Liang was showing Huo Dongcheng the photos he had just taken. The two of them were almost head to head, very close to each other.
Fu Zheng picked up Fu Shifan with one hand and walked over quickly, interrupting their conversation. He stretched out his hand and shook the bag in his hand, "Shaobaikuai, I bought a few extra portions. Do you want some?"
Wen Liang raised his eyes, his appetite instantly aroused.
She took the bag, picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, and asked Huo Dongcheng next to her, "Brother Dongcheng, do you want to eat it?"
Hearing her name, Fu Zheng's face froze for a moment, and he looked at Huo Dongcheng solemnly.
Huo Dongcheng smiled and said, "I won't eat it."
Wen Liang took another piece and stuffed the bag back into Fu Zheng's hand. He lowered his head and continued to look at the camera. "Go ask Tang and Zhu Zhu if they want to eat it."
Fu Zheng was holding the bag and listening to her orders with a resentful look in his eyes.
Seeing that he hadn't left yet, Wen Liang looked up at him and said, "Oh, by the way, don't forget to ask Xiaoyou."
Fu Zheng: "..."
While Wen Liang was walking forward alone, Fu Zheng came over and squinted his eyes. "Didn't you say that you couldn't remember clearly what happened during your exchange abroad?"
"Yes." Wen Liang pinched a piece of bait from the bag in his hand and put it in his mouth, nodding seriously.
"Then you call him Brother Dongcheng?"
"He told me to."
"You called me just because he told you to? Then why don't you call me Brother Zheng?"
Wen Liang looked at him as if he were an idiot, "Fu Zheng, are you sick?"
Fu Zheng wanted to say something else, but Wen Liang reacted, looked at him straight in the eye, and asked, "How do you know that I met him abroad? Did you investigate me?"
"I..." Fu Zheng's face froze, and he looked away with a flickering look in his eyes. "Fanfan, do you want to eat that? Uncle will buy it for you."
After saying that, without waiting for Fu Shifan to respond, Fu Zheng hugged her and ran away.
Wen Liang: “…”
Before long, Fu Zheng had various snacks in his hands, including roasted rice cakes, glutinous rice cakes, steamed buns, beef jerky, flower cakes, etc. In addition, there were also some blessing bags, key chains and other small items.
He would pay attention to Wen Liang's position from time to time to avoid falling too far behind.
After paying the money, Fu Zheng took the fragrant meatballs from the boss, stuck one on a skewer and gave it to Fu Shifan, then looked forward to catch the warm and cool position.
Seeing this, Fu Zheng's face darkened again.
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