Male protagonist, please think twice, I am a villain and cannot kiss you

After all, Shu Li has been in the entertainment industry for so long, so she must be sensitive to it.

Although the hot search about Hei Anchen in the afternoon was later resolved by Fu Qianxun, she still felt something was wrong.

She asked someone to check it out, and from the data found, it seemed that there was indeed a problem.

Anchen's popularity has soared recently and he is also well-liked by the public.

This kind of slander, which doesn't even have a photo, may seem powerful at first, but in fact it's like a pile of loose sand that will scatter at the slightest breeze.

Even if Fu Qianxun had not stood up to support An Chen and made the identity of Young Master Fu public, it would not have been difficult to resolve the issue.

It just can't achieve the effect of making one's identity public.

If she is given a little time, Shu Li can handle it.

This process may sacrifice some passers-by fans and fans who are not firm enough, but the basic base will not change. It can also take this opportunity to abuse fans and increase fan stickiness.

If the other party uses this kind of thing with no pictures or truth to make a fuss, unless they have a backup plan, it will be easy for them to not only fail to frame someone but also get themselves implicated.

Obviously, judging from their subsequent deletion of Weibo posts and cancellation of their accounts, their methods can only go so far.

Shu Li passed all the information she found to An Chen and told him her own analysis.

"I don't think they are trying to discredit you, but rather to use this opportunity to force you to reveal the identity of Third Young Master Fu."

An Chen sat at the entrance of the village, holding his phone in one hand while talking on the phone and checking the content, and said: "If things are really as you think, then the other party must be someone who knows my identity."

Shu Li said: "I think so too. An Chen, you are the third young master Fu, do many people know about it?"

An Chen thought about it for a moment and said, "I'm not sure, but it shouldn't be much."

His memory was flawed, and he only knew that the Fu family had never publicized this matter since childhood.

But even so, there are still relatives of the Fu family, as well as their relatives before they settled down, some of the company's deep partners, and the servants of the Fu family.

If you calculate it this way, it seems that quite a few people know about it. After all, the Fu family has hundreds of servants alone.

Even if not everyone knows about it, there are many in the Fu family who have been doing it since An Chen was a child and have been doing it for decades, so they must be aware of it.

Shu Li said: "This is just our guess, it may not be correct. But I think, no matter what, it will not be wrong to tell you about this and be more careful."

"Okay, I understand." An Chen nodded, responded and hung up the phone.

An Chen sat on the side of the road, looking at the pile of data and thinking.

It was getting dark.

After a while, An Chen stood up, dusted off his body, and returned to the program crew to record the show.

*

Inside the hospital.

Su Huachen fed the last piece of peeled apple to He Yanshu. After watching him eat it, she smiled and touched his face, saying gently, "Yanshu, then you should have a good rest. I still have to go back to record the show. I will come to see you tomorrow."

He Yanshu nodded and said with a nostalgic voice: "Be careful on the road, and remember to send me a message when you get to the program team."

Su Huachen: "Okay."

As he said this, he leaned over and kissed He Yanshu on the forehead, then left.

Looking at the closed door, the smile on He Yanshu's face slowly faded. He scratched his neck, his expression looking a little ugly.

He turned sideways, intending to take a rest, and there was more cold sweat on his forehead than before.

After a while, the door opened again. He Yanshu thought it was a nurse coming in and didn't pay much attention.

But I didn't hear any sound. I opened my eyes in confusion, just in time to see a face that looked inquiring.

"Duan Xingyu?" He Yanshu's face darkened slightly, and he subconsciously took two steps back. However, his movement was too large and he pulled his wound, causing He Yanshu to gasp.

"He Yanshu, are you okay?" Duan Xingyu climbed halfway onto the bed, wanting to check his wound, and said, "Did you pull the wound again?"

He Yanshu reached out and slapped the other person's hand away, saying, "Don't touch me."

Duan Xingyu paused and said, "Don't be so stingy. I won't do anything to you. I'm just checking if your wound has broken open."

"No need." He Yanshu's charming face was full of impatience as he said, "What on earth are you doing here?"

Duan Xingyu said with a smile: "Let me check your wound, and I'll tell you."

He Yanshu said: "Didn't you get scolded enough before?"

Duan Xingyu insisted: "Or you can ask a nurse to check it out."

He Yanshu said impatiently: "Do you understand what people are saying?"

"I'm thick-skinned, so it's useless for you to scold me." Duan Xingyu said with a smile: "Anyway, either let me check it or let the nurse check it, I can do either."

He Yanshu was speechless. He reached out and lifted up the hospital gown on the back of his waist, revealing the wound bandaged with medical gauze.

"Have you finished reading it? I'm fine. You can go now."

Duan Xingyu said: "I haven't told you why I'm here yet."

"I'm not interested in listening. Please leave now. I'm annoyed by the sight of you."

"It doesn't matter. You're not interested in listening to what I'm interested in saying."

As he spoke, Duan Xingyu looked around, and made sure that no one was eavesdropping or peeping in the ward, then he stealthily took out a sheathed fruit knife from his pants.

He Yanshu: “…”

He Yanshu snorted coldly: "What are you doing? Do you want to take revenge by stabbing me when no one is around? Are you sure you have the ability to do that?"

Duan Xingyu said: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why would I stab you?"

He put the knife into He Yanshu's hand and said seriously, "You are angry, so I let you stab me twice to vent your anger."

He Yanshu: "...Are you not sick?"

Duan Xingyu said with a serious expression: "I'm not kidding, I'm serious."

He Yanshu was already in a bad mood after what happened that day.

Seeing Duan Xingyu's behavior, he felt a little amused and helpless.

The corners of his lips slightly raised, his charming face was a bit teasing, and he said with a half-smile: "Okay, then where do you want me to poke?"

The bony palm casually turned the fruit knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife shone silver under the light.

Duan Xingyu looked at the fruit knife, swallowed his saliva and said, "Are you good at knife skills?"

He Yanshu stretched out his finger to move the knife tip and asked, "So what if it's accurate? So what if it's not accurate?"

Duan Xingyu thought seriously and said, "I was thinking, if possible, could you not poke my waist? I think the waist is very important to a man's future happiness."

"Don't stab the places where one stab will kill me. I haven't lived enough. I still want to live for a few more decades."

He Yanshu raised the corners of his lips slightly, as if he was amused, and simply asked: "Then where do you want me to poke?"

Duan Xingyu thought about all parts of the body and decided that the chest would definitely not be an option as it would easily stab the heart.

The stomach is not in good condition either. I am not fat, and without fat blocking it, the intestines might come out with one cut.

The neck is even worse, one cut and you're dead.

After thinking about it, Duan Xingyu finally said, "Ass, just poke my ass."