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Looking at Zhao Fusheng unconvinced, Fan Baobao asked subconsciously.

"I'm your boyfriend and fiance in name." Zhao Fusheng shrugged his shoulders, with a gesture of what you can do to me: "Although I don't want to, but I have no choice but to wrong myself."

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Remember, you will repay me ten times and a hundred times in the future, you know?"

The last sentence moved my heart just now, and Fan Baobao, who had not had time to say it, extinguished the trace of gratitude at once. She decided that no matter what, she must not let this guy see that she was moved by him, otherwise You will definitely die laughing at this guy.

"Let's go to the bank." Fan Baobao glared at Zhao Fusheng and said to him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled, nodded, followed behind Zhao Fusheng, and the two walked towards the bank together.

After transferring 5000 yuan to Fan Baobao from his bank card, Zhao Fusheng said to her: "Call me if you need money here. Don't go out and look for a job. If you encounter bad people, you can call me." There's no one to help."

Fan Baobao didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

There are some things that don't need to be said, as if Zhao Fusheng knew very well that if one day he couldn't get along anymore, Fan Baobao would not hesitate to give him the money he had.

"Wang Jinghua's side shouldn't cause any trouble for you. You can just study at school and pick up a little work occasionally." Zhao Fusheng instructed Fan Baobao.

After all, what he had shown before was enough for Wang Jinghua to know clearly that treating Fan Baobao well would not do her any harm.

Human feelings are as thin as paper, but money touches people's hearts.

These ten words seem simple, but they reveal a profound truth. These days, apart from blood relatives, even the best friends, if one party keeps giving and the other party has nothing in return, one day, they will Parted ways.

"I see, don't be too tired when you go back, take good care of your uncles and aunts, my mother and Beibei, you have worked hard too." Fan Baobao said to Zhao Fusheng.

She also knew that in this situation, Zhao Fusheng was the one she could rely on.

"Well, don't worry." Zhao Fusheng agreed, raised his head to look at the sky, and let out a long breath.

In his previous life, he may have never looked up carefully at the sky above his head, perhaps because he was too busy at that time.

"What are you thinking?" Fan Baobao's voice sounded beside him. Obviously, she noticed that Zhao Fusheng's mood was a little strange.After all, it is rare to see him showing such a sentimental side.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "It's nothing, I just feel that the sky in Beijing is so big..."

Fan Baobao didn't quite understand what he said, but he was smart enough not to speak.

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It is said that a person's memory is a city, and time corrodes all buildings, desertifying tall buildings and roads. If we don't move forward, we will be buried by sand grains, so we burst into tears and turn back step by step, but we can only Go forward in life.

In the previous life, Zhao Fusheng passed by Fan Baobao's world, and Fan Baobao also passed by Zhao Fusheng's world, like two parallel lines, occasionally intersecting, and fell silent again.

But now, looking at the back of reluctantly walking back to the dormitory, Zhao Fusheng showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.Such is life, if you think of it too simply, you will get lost in your own fantasies.

And the better the fantasy, the more we feel that the reality is too cruel to us, and what we think is easy is really just a joke.

That's why Zhao Fusheng took everything and everyone after his rebirth so seriously, because he knew very well that life needs such an attitude to be wonderful.

There is an airport shopping agency near the Chinese opera, Zhao Fusheng sent Fan Baobao away, went to the shopping agency and bought a ticket to leave Beijing tomorrow morning, returned to the hotel, lay on the bed, and thought carefully about this trip to the capital.

It is said that I reflect on myself three times a day. In Zhao Fusheng's view, although I cannot reflect on myself three times a day, it is still necessary to maintain a clear understanding of myself at all times. At least, I will not make mistakes because of complacency What a bad decision.

"With Qingcheng Culture, I'm a little emotional. I don't care about Mu Qingwan and He Yunzhi's provocation, just buy back the copyright." Zhao Fusheng lay on the bed and said to himself.

Based on his experience, he can naturally see afterwards that although He Yunzhi and Mu Qingwan's actions were a bit tough, they actually had the intention of soliciting him.

However, because Zhao Fusheng didn't think about working for others, the matter developed to the end, and it became a tension between the two sides, from a collaborator to an opponent.

Zhao Fusheng regretted it, but now it seems that he is not calm enough, and he is too impulsive.

But no matter what, the matter has come to this point, and there is no point in regretting it. Next, it seems that I have to make some arrangements in the entertainment circle.

Chapter 162 Female Drunkard (adding 4/5 for the head of Bajie)

If He Yunzhi knew that Zhao Fusheng, who didn't plan to set foot in the entertainment circle originally, decided to set up a layout in the entertainment circle because of his attitude, he must have a wonderful expression.

Humans are not perfect, unless they are saints.

Zhao Fusheng has never thought about or planned to be a saint who does not eat the fireworks of the world, because he thinks that people only live and make others feel that the distance between you and him is not too big, so that it can be regarded as a real life.

A long time ago, Zhao Fusheng had been trying his best to make friends with everyone. After all, he had to be forgiving and forgiving, and many friends had many paths.

But with the growth of age and experience, Zhao Fusheng gradually understood that it is not that you want to befriend someone, and the other party will definitely get along with you in harmony.Many times, when you face someone with a smile on your face, turning around will stab you with a knife.

Just like Mu Qingwan, even though Zhao Fusheng didn't know what role she played in the whole incident, Zhao Fusheng could be sure that it was nothing more than the tactics of red face and white face.He Yunzhi is a villain with a red face, while Mu Qingwan is a good person with a bad face. The ultimate goal is to subdue herself.

But it is a pity that there is no room for falsehood in life, because life is composed of every real day.

For Zhao Fusheng, if he was not a reborn person, he might be tempted by the two people's solicitation, even though he knew what tricks they were playing.

But now that his life has been reset once, it is impossible for Zhao Fusheng to be someone else's subordinate.

I would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

Zhao Fusheng already understood this truth.

Thinking about messy things in his mind, Zhao Fusheng fell asleep in a daze. He was on the plane at nine o'clock the next morning, and he had to get up at seven o'clock to go to the airport, so naturally he didn't dare to sleep too late.

As a result, when he slept until midnight, Zhao Fusheng was awakened by a knock on the door.

Drop drop!

The sound from outside made Zhao Fusheng frowned.

It seemed that someone was using the room card to open the door, but it didn't work. The person outside seemed to be upset, and kicked the door with a bang!

"what's the situation?"

Zhao Fusheng's expression changed, Beijing shouldn't be so chaotic, right under the emperor's feet, it's a regular big hotel, could there still be immortals dancing?

Getting up from the bed, Zhao Fusheng came to the door, opened his mouth and asked, "Who is it?"

The people outside the door didn't speak, they were still swiping the door card persistently, the sound of Didi Didi made Zhao Fusheng's face suddenly look bad.

At this moment, there was a sudden silence outside the door.

Just when Zhao Fu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and go back to bed to sleep, a voice suddenly came from the door, which made him not calm for a moment.

"Sesame, open the door!"

puff!

Zhao Fusheng almost didn't get down on the ground, what the hell is this, he opened the door with sesame seeds, why didn't you just say blah blah blah.