Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Zhou Xufang did not stretch out her hand. She has a low body temperature and never shakes hands with people: "Sorry, my hands are dirty."

Su Chan said that it was okay, but didn't talk any more afterwards, and treated people indifferently.

Outside the set, after Yang Xi parked the car, he saw Xiao Yunsheng still standing at the door.

"Yunsheng."

He is wandering.

Yang Xi walked over and patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Yun Sheng."

He hummed and looked away.

"What are you looking at?" Yang Xi also took a look inside, "Zhou Xufang is there too." He understood, "I said why you have to come here in person."

It's just a sample tape, it doesn't need him to push down the announcement.

Xiao Yunsheng walked in front with his head down, and the brim of his peaked cap covered half of his face with a mask: "There are outsiders here, don't say hello to her."

Yang Xi stretched out her hand to greet him, he just turned around, and scratched his head: "What do you mean? I want to pretend not to know?"

"Ok."

He lowered his head and walked into the set, his lanky, tall back straightened.

This back...

Fang Ideal ran over, "Xiao Yunsheng?"

Xiao Yunsheng raised his head.

His eyes are very clean, black and white, like stars, bright and cool, capable of bending light.

True love fan can recognize even the hair of an idol. How could Fang Ideal fail to recognize it? She jumped up on the spot, with agitated heart, trembling hands, and gleaming eyes: "Xiao Yunsheng!!!"

With this call, the entire crew knew that Xiao Yun was born, and Zhou Xufang, who was confronting Su Chan, also walked away.

"Can you rest for a while?"

Zhou Xufang nodded.

Su Chan put the wooden sword away, put it away, and walked to Xiao Yunsheng: "Why are you here?"

The tone sounds familiar.

Xiao Yunsheng said few words, and only returned her two words: "Something is going on."

He bypassed her and went directly to Jiang Zhi.

The true love fan always pays attention to the idol's every move. When Su Chan walked towards the idol, she didn't know why, her mentality collapsed: "They actually know each other!"

"Yeah." Zhou Xufang pricked his ears and listened. Xiao Yunsheng was talking to Jiang Zhi, talking about the theme song of the movie.

Fang Ideal couldn't help his restless heart: "Brother Yunsheng and Su Chan are not in that kind of relationship, right?"

Zhou Xufang: "!"

"Xu Fang," Fang Ideal turned his head and asked her, "Aren't you old acquaintances with Yunsheng?"

She nodded her head: "It's old knowledge."

Fang Ideal thought it was strange: "Why doesn't he say hello to you? Pretending to be like he didn't know him." Mingming met in private last time.

Zhou Xufang was also puzzled: "I don't know either."

Fang Ideal thought: "Our brother is not a big-name player, there must be some difficulties."

"Correct."

Fang Ideal is a fan of individual posts: "We have to understand and don't trouble idols."

Zhou Xufang is also a fan of individual posts: "Yes."

Xiao Yunsheng stayed on the set for less than five minutes before leaving.

After another five minutes, a little girl in the group ran in and shouted: "Sister."

Fang Ideal turned his head, Zhou Xufang also turned his head, they both wore exactly the same, both of them were'men in black'.

Fang Ideal asked: "Did you call me?"

The little girl ran up to Zhou Xufang and gave her a sticky note: "A brother asked me to give this to you."

The things arrived, and the little girl ran away again.

Zhou Xufang opened it and wrote four characters on the paper. The handwriting was a little scribbled, as if left in a hurry.

"Be careful Su Chan."

It was written by Xiao Yunsheng.

The lounge is very simple, it is a temporary container, the line has not been pulled, and there is no hot water.

Su Chan poured two white pills on his hands and swallowed them with cold water.

Zheng Duorong glanced at the medicine bottle in her hand: "What kind of medicine is this? Why doesn't it even have a name."

She tightened the cap of the bottle and put it in the bag: "Liver-protecting tablets, a friend sent from abroad." The mobile phone in the bag just rang, "I'll answer the call."

She got up, walked to the side to pick up: "Hello, this is Su Chan."

On the phone was a man's voice: "Come and pick me up."

She was slightly surprised for a moment: "Where are you?"

The man's voice was low and lazy, with obvious anger: "Emperor Capital." He said again, "Just got off the plane."

The wind in the imperial capital was particularly strong these two days, and the phone was full of wind.

Through the phone, I can feel the gloomy atmosphere over there: "Those idiots, no one will pick up." Obviously, the man is not a patient person. "Come here."

Su Chan asked him: "Are you at the airport?"

Not as coquettish and cold as she is usually, she speaks a lot softly now, her eyebrows are also docile, three points are gentle, seven points are respectful and obedient,

"I don't know," the man said with a perverse and aggressive tone, "hurry up and pick me up."

Su Chan still doesn't know his exact location: "Are there any landmark buildings around?"

"I'll open the positioning and come by myself."

Hang up the phone over there.

Su Chan looked at the number, and the corners of her eyes were slightly bent. She went to take her clothes and walked behind the curtain: "I have something to do, so I have to go first. You can ask Director Jiang for a leave."

Zheng Duorong embarrassed: "Director Jiang's crew cannot ask for leave unless there is force majeure."

She changed her costume and removed her hair as she walked: "It's a force majeure factor. If I don't go, you won't see me tomorrow."

Zheng Duorong thought she was joking.

"Here you help me deal with it." She took the hairpin off her head, took the bag and left.

It's already past four o'clock, and there are two more scenes to close.

"Director Jiang," Deputy Director Zhao said, "Su Chan asked for leave."

Jiang Zhi sat in the wind, his hair was blown messy, his energy was not very good, and there was no blood on his face: "The reason for asking for leave."

"Nothing."

Su Chan was also courageous enough, so he directly slapped the director's choice without even giving an explanation.

Jiang Zhi didn't say anything, and squeezed his eyebrows: "Let the finance calculate the cost of lost work and deduct it from Su Chan's salary." He got up, "Come back."

Assistant Director Zhao understood that the camera crew should remove the machine.

"Zhou Xufang." Jiang Zhi put his hand in the pocket of the horn button coat, calling her, "Come here, go home."

Zhou Xufang: "Oh."

Many people looked at her.

She was not used to being noticed, and put on her hat: "Goodbye ideal." Going to Jiang Zhi with her head buried.

Standing on the square 300 meters outside the Imperial Capital Airport was a man dressed in a suit and a black coat over his head. He bowed his head with a cigarette in his hand.

Two men in the same formal attire walked over and yelled respectfully: "Master Xiao Zhi."

The man looked up.

A very monster face, mixed blood, deep outline, eyes are not pure black, there is a little bit of deep blue inside.

The facial features are a bit more oriental and very delicate.

"Miss Su, please come over."

He extinguished the cigarette and threw it into the trash can: "Lead the way."

Su Chan's car stopped not far away. Seeing someone coming, she opened the car door and went down: "Qinghou."

In Pullman's Chinatown, everyone calls him a little master.

Why is Xiao Zhiye?

His original name was Su Zhi, his father was Su Dingzhi, and the names of the father and son were the same. There was a Zhiye and a Xiaozhiye in Chinatown.

He was dissatisfied and changed his name to Su Qinghou.

But everyone is still accustomed to Xiaozhiye, it doesn't matter, when the old master dies, only Xiaozhiye will be left.

Su Qinghou got in the car.

Su Chan followed and took off the mask and hat.

He took out a box from the pocket of his coat and threw it to her: "For you."

"what?"

He laughed, even if he laughed, even if he looked like a poppy that was so beautiful and charming, it didn't hurt his semi-perverse and aggressive aggressiveness. He said, "Gift."

Su Chan took it apart.

Inside is a necklace, platinum, with a pure black diamond.

"Do you like it?" He took off his coat, threw it on the act, and loosened his tie.

Su Chan nodded, there was a slight joy in his eyes, but he didn't show any expressions, and his face respectfully said, "I like it."

"nice! You love it."

He pinched the thin chain, put it on her, and put his hand around her neck, pulling his long hair aside, revealing her slender neck.

"I waited for you for more than forty minutes."

Su Chan sat upright, motionless, hands on his knees, clasping tightly: "There is a traffic jam on the way here."

He laughed again: "I'm not asking you to explain." His hand moved from the back of her neck to her neck, his fingers tightened, his voice was very soft, and he was lazy and casual, "I just told you that I was angry."

Su Chan's palm was sweaty: "I'm sorry, Qinghou."

Su Qinghou touched her head and whispered softly: "It's okay."

Her clenched hand loosened.

He lay back, leaned on the seat, and closed his eyes: "Did you spray perfume?"

"Ok."

"The smell is too strong," he said, "go down."

What kind of person is Su Qinghou? It can be summed up in eight words, moody and perverse.

When he laughs, he is not necessarily angry. When he is angry, he may laugh.