[Competition] The Road to Champion of the Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace

Chapter 110

When Fu Xingtu came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he happened to see Ao Ling lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

He was wearing a loose T-shirt, with a slender figure. He looked thin when he put on the clothes, but he had flesh when he took off the clothes.

It's not difficult to see from the folds on the quilt, - you can tell that the little guy has rolled over and over on the bed several times, and even the hem of the T-shirt has been rolled up, revealing a thin waist, which arouses people's imagination.

Fu Xingtu looked down and landed on his upturned buttocks. The boy probably felt uncomfortable with his legs hanging out of the window.

Fu Xingtu's gaze was like that of a hunter who had been searching for a long time in the forest and finally saw his prey.

He bit his lower lip with his teeth, rubbed it hard twice, and then withdrew his gaze.After rubbing the towel on his head twice, he crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the sofa next to him.

Ao Ling was unaware of the imminent danger, the mobile phone was playing a brisk song, humming softly, while playing with the mobile phone.

Fu Xingtu paced back and forth in the room, looking for work for himself, putting away the dirty clothes, finding the clothes to wear tomorrow, sorting the backpack, and seeing what things needed to be prepared...

After being busy for about half an hour, Ao Ling has seen Weibo from Disney in Paris, and his name is still listed on the trending search.

The photo of Fu Xingtu's selection package taken yesterday has more than 50 likes.

His current traffic, the number of Weibo views every day can exceed [-] million, and his ranking in the celebrity popularity list has been at the first place for more than a week.

However, when I clicked on another related hot search, I found that a group of people quarreled.

Ao Ling browsed through several popular Weibo posts in succession to figure out what they were arguing about.

Just because of the photo yesterday, Fu Xingtu bought two Chanels in one go. Calculated according to domestic wages, the total is about [-].

As a result, some marketing accounts began to take the rhythm and discuss the issue of athletes' income.

The keyboard man began to boo: "The essence of an athlete is no different from that of a star. They are all entertaining the public. With a bit of fame, coupled with team packaging, they start accepting endorsements and attending commercial events to make money."

"The good-looking ones have already started planning for their lives after retirement, like Fan Yuhao, who said last time that he made a cameo in some kind of movie. This is obviously the rhythm of entering the entertainment industry."

"So what is taller, faster and stronger, and winning glory for the country is all fake, it's just for money."

"Do you know how much is the reward for an Olympic gold medal? From the country, to provinces, cities, and enterprises, some places even directly reward a house."

"Ao Ling has eight gold medals... Roughly counting, does this mean getting rich overnight?"

"Fu Xingtu also has quite a few, four gold medals, and one silver medal."

"So what's wrong with buying two Xiang grandmas? What's the matter with loving you? Isn't the money made of one gold medal—one gold medal?"

"It's so simple, if you have the ability, you can go to the Olympics to win a gold medal. You can buy as many grandmas as you want, and I don't mind the tens of millions of bonuses."

"Some people are sour. Fu Xingtu is handsome, won the Olympic championship, and won glory for the country. You are only here to type on the keyboard."

Ao Ling liked all the fans who spoke for Fu Xingtu one by one, her fingers were a little sore.

Ao Ling has never been a master who allows others to bully him. In front of people who treat him well, he is soft and cute.In front of people he doesn't like, he can instantly transform into a fire-breathing dragon.

He is a person who dares to confront the leader face to face, let alone a few marketing accounts.

I chose the most popular one on the Weibo, saying that the two bags are worth [-] yuan and reposted: "Isn't it just two broken bags, let you quarrel like this, and buy ten more tomorrow."

"!!!"

Ten seconds later, fans flocked to the site, sending out comments with sound effects:

"Wow ah ah ah ah ah ah my cub A exploded, Ma Ma is so relieved."

"Come out again to speak for Fu Xingtu. Although this daughter-in-law is a bit burly, she recognizes it."

"Don't think too much. Fu Xingtu used to be Xiaoqi's coach, and now he is a teammate and partner. He respects each other very much."

Next, the CP addicts, master-student addicts, and teammates began to argue again. Ao Ling looked at it, dazed himself, and couldn't tell who was in the same group.

Just as he was about to quit to watch something else, his phone received another reminder of special attention - it was Fu Xingtu who reposted his Weibo just now.

"Okay, buy ten and swipe your card."

Ao Ling stared at that Weibo post for a long time, couldn't help showing a fool-like smile, quickly typed a sentence on the screen with her fingers, and before she had time to press the send button, a hand suddenly stretched out beside her, directly Pulled his cell phone away.

"It's too late, go to bed."

Fu Xingtu said - yes, he lifted the quilt and pushed the man onto the bed, then bent down to look at him.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel can directly see the beautiful scenery of the Champs Elysees. The lights in the room have been turned off at some point, leaving only a dim and warm night light.

The bed was big and spacious, and the air conditioner was at the most comfortable temperature, but Ao Ling's heart beat inexplicably accelerated, as if he was sprinting 50 meters at full speed.

Fu Xingtu just looked at him like that, his eyes seemed to condense into a ball of flames, burning cracklingly, and even his breathing became scorching hot.

Perhaps because of watching him grow up in the past three years, in Fu Xingtu's heart, this little guy is still a child.

But look at the child's height, he will almost catch up with him in two years, walking on the street, no matter what, no one will take him as a child.

This kind of contradictory mood is simply a kind of torment for Fu Xingtu.

An adult should do what an adult should do, but he never gets a chance to do it.

I used to be worried about competitions and training, but now... isn't it just right now?

This idea just popped up, and before it could be put into action, the person under him started to move first.

Ao Ling kissed his lips, then stretched out her tongue to lick it, and said bluntly: "I'm hard."

"!!!"

Ao Ling thought that tonight would be the same as usual, and the two of them solved it with each other's hands.

But Fu Xingtu didn't think so. He had been at war with heaven and man for quite a while now, and now he was determined to do the whole thing from beginning to end.

Ao Ling has more or less the nature of the dragon clan, and is very calm about this kind of thing, and is full of curiosity and exploration.

Fu Xingtu also took good care of his feelings, for fear of hurting him or making him stay - a little unpleasant.

So, unexpectedly, the first time went smoothly and satisfied the two of them.

The next morning, sunlight came in through the gaps in the heavy curtains, casting a glimmer of light on the floor spread in front of the bed.

Fu Xingtu woke up according to the usual biological clock, and the person in his arms was still asleep, with his arms around his waist, one leg on his lap, and his furry head against his chest, sleeping so sweetly, Totally treat him like a plus size doll.

He was reaching for the mobile phone on the bedside table, the movement was a little louder, Ao Ling's face rubbed against his chest twice, then he raised his head sleepily: "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock."

The little guy—was about to sit up right away: "Hurry up, get up and have breakfast, the hotel's breakfast is delicious, and then we'll go to Disney."

As he said that, he was about to get out of bed and go straight to the bathroom, but was pulled back by Fu Xingtu and pressed into his arms forcibly.

There seems to be something wrong with this, he thought that after the ordeal last night, his boyfriend would be depressed, his back would hurt, and he would lie in bed for at least a day.

Who would have thought that this kid was so talented, he was so lively early in the morning, he even boasted that he was going to buy ten more Chanels in Haikou last night, and he didn't even miss the free breakfast provided by the hotel this morning.

He put his hand on Ao Ling's waist, gently rubbed it twice, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Ao Ling was puzzled, "I'm not injured, how could it hurt?"

Fu Xingtu has no experience in this matter, and all his knowledge comes from the Internet. He feels that his children's writing is far from that of others.

"How about we rest at the hotel today?"

"What about rest? We agreed to go to Disney, and then to England to watch the match between Manchester United and Arsenal with Senior Brother Qi Yi."

Speaking of this, Ao Ling suddenly raised his head to look at Fu Xingtu in doubt, and asked after hesitating for a while, "Are you getting old and not physically strong?"

Fu Xingtu: "!!!"

He, an upright and mature athlete who had just won a gold medal in the Olympics, was questioned by his boyfriend that he was getting old and physically weak.

Fu Xingtu felt that his dignity as a man had been challenged, so he couldn't go to Disney anyway.

He had to let this little bastard feel what his physical strength was like.

The little bastard couldn't ask for more, threw off the quilt and jumped on it: "Come on!"

It was not until noon that the two finally changed their clothes and became famous.

Then I remembered, Qi Yi and Liang Fan didn't move in the morning. Could it be that the two played games all night last night and were sleeping late?

Ao Ling rang the doorbell, and the door opened from the inside before she rang a second time.

Seeing the two of them, Liang Fan made a silent gesture first, not letting them into the room, but intending to come out and talk to them by himself.

The little clever ghost took the opportunity to sneak in, rushed to the window, and saw Qi Yi lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt—with a sluggish face.

"What's wrong, brother, is there something uncomfortable?"

Qi Yi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, suddenly showed a strange look, and turned his face to the other side: "Well, a little bit."

Fu Xingtu stood at the entrance and took a look, then turned to look at Liang Fan.

The latter shrugged helplessly, and said apologetically, "I guess I won't be able to go anywhere today, why don't you go and play."

Fu Xingtu nodded clearly, and called Ao Ling: "Xiaoqi, let's go, let's go have lunch first."

Before the two of them went out, they heard Liang Fan asking Qi Yi from behind, "What do you want for lunch?"

"roll!"

Ao Ling helped them close the door, and laughed so hard in the corridor that she couldn't straighten up.

In any case, this trip to Disney is really impossible. In the end, Ao Ling felt sorry for his brother Qi Yi, so he ordered food and asked the waiter to deliver it to the room.

The author has something to say: I think you should comment on this chapter anyway.

感谢在2021-05-2723:58:58~2021-05-2823:54:51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 mine: really annoying one;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 11 bottles of Yeluoyuxi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!