I want to die every day [entertainment circle]

Sitting on the sofa, Xiyan dozed off while waiting, lowering his head once and for all, like a chicken pecking at rice.He was really sleepy, his consciousness was already very vague, but he just couldn't fall asleep completely.

When Fu Zhichuan rang the doorbell, he felt like his brain was broken. Why did he really come? Could it be because he was too busy these days?

Xiyan strode over to open the door, and couldn't wait to throw himself into his arms.

Fu Zhichuan didn't see anything clearly, but a black shadow flashed past in front of him, and then crashed into his arms.He simply didn't know how to react, he had never hugged anyone other than his close relatives and friends.Fu Dashen froze, as if he was not so at a loss when he stood on the runway for the first time.

Xiyan actually considered dozens of actions after the meeting, but his mind that was already filled with paste really couldn't think of anything, and finally he adopted the simplest one - come up and hug!Since he takes hugging as his profession, he definitely won't feel embarrassed. It's not good to be twitchy, which also explains why he can make such a shocking move so naturally.

When his face was pressed against Fu Zhichuan's chest, Xiyan smelled a nice fragrance, but he couldn't tell what it was, but it somehow had a soothing effect.It's so warm... At that moment, his mind was finally emptied, and he finally stopped thinking about the question of "tomorrow may be the end of the world". Just let it go and enjoy a moment of peace.

Just like that, without any precautions or concerns, Xiyan fell asleep standing up, and even made a small snoring sound.

Fu Zhichuan was completely speechless.If he suspected before that it was a lunatic trying to lie to him with bad intentions, now he believed it. With such a powerful instant sleep skill, it was like he hadn't slept for days and nights.

Fu Zhichuan wanted to get Xiyan to sleep in the bedroom, but he was afraid that Xiyan would wake up if he moved, so he stood stupidly at the door and let Xiyan sleep on it for half an hour.Because his body was too tense, he felt his legs were sore. He had no choice but to carefully pick up Xiyan, find the bedroom, put him on the bed, and pull the quilt on him.

It's really rare, he remembered that the last time he stood sore in his legs was just when he was on the catwalk, and he walked a three-day show during a fashion week without eating or sleeping in order to catch up with the show.

After covering Xiyan with a quilt, Fu Zhichuan could see Xiyan's appearance clearly. His hair was disheveled but not dirty. From the beard stubble and the two huge dark circles under the eyes, one can still vaguely see that his facial features are very delicate.

Fu Zhichuan got out of bed and was about to leave, but Xiyan, who seemed to be sleeping like a dead pig, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up like a corpse, and grabbed Fu Zhichuan's arm with great force, his whole face wrinkled Baozi, with his lips pursed high, looked extremely wronged, and even his voice was crying: "Where are you going?"

Impressed by his little appearance of being wronged for a moment, Fu Zhichuan subconsciously said, "I don't want to go anywhere..."

"Say! How much do you pay for an hour? I can afford it!" Xiyan proudly patted his own small chest.Obviously his mind has been confused between sleep and reality, he doesn't know why he thinks he is a millionaire, and he doesn't remember that he is actually just a poor little director.

Feeling amused, Fu Zhichuan couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the dull hair on Xiyan's head.

In fact, according to Fu Zhichuan's net worth, he does not participate in other catwalks except for his own clothing brand and fashion shows of other master designers; and no matter which show he participates in, he is a well-deserved main show model. With a budget of [-] dollars, it is purely a dream to invite him.

So Fu Zhichuan said kindly: "For the sake of your sincerity, I won't charge you any money."

"Really?" Xiyan rushed over in surprise, hugged Fu Zhichuan tightly, rubbed the bridge of his nose against Fu Zhichuan's chin, and said quickly and vaguely, "That's good... sleep with me... as soon as you leave I just can't fall asleep..." Smelling the reassuring fragrance, Xi Yan entered the state of emptiness again.

Hearing the shallow breathing of the person in his arms, Fu Zhichuan suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He tentatively stroked Xiyan's back, like smoothing the fur of a cat.

He used to be very resistant to hugging others, and he never thought about finding a partner, but now he suddenly felt that it would be nice to have someone to accompany him...

Although Xiyan kept saying that he would not be able to fall asleep as soon as Fu Zhichuan left, but two hours later, when Fu Zhichuan got up from the bed, he was still immersed in sleep and slept soundly.

Gently helping him tuck the corner of the quilt, Fu Zhichuan looked at his peaceful sleeping face, couldn't help smiling, and then walked out of the bedroom.

Just when he was about to leave, Fu Zhichuan glanced at the pile of drawing papers on the coffee table in the living room out of the corner of his eye.Originally, he was just curious and wanted to see how Xiyan's painting skills were and what he liked to draw, but after he actually picked up a few and looked at them, his expression became serious.

Of course, what Xiyan painted was the human society hundreds of years later.

He couldn't sleep, and lying in bed was very uncomfortable, so he could only find something to do for himself.In his previous life, he was a top student at the Academy of Fine Arts, and there were many innovations in painting techniques at that time, so his painting level in this era is definitely beyond the embarrassment of a bunch of old seniors.

While recalling the future life, proving that I am not suffering from paranoia of rebirth, I drew the original stroke by stroke as a memorial to my past life.In this way, Xiyan drew the future society in his impression.

What surprised Fu Zhichuan was not the cityscape he painted, but the clothes worn by pedestrians on the street in the painting.Looking at the changes in human material life today, one can vaguely imagine that hundreds of years later, science and technology will surely change with each passing day, the economy will develop at a faster rate, and people's consumption levels and aesthetic concepts will also change rapidly.

Even though Fu Zhichuan is already the chief designer of Cofancy, and his professional level is unquestionable, he still doesn't have such an advanced ability to foresee the clothing hundreds of years later.

Fu Zhichuan sat down, looked at each painting carefully, and almost greedily comprehended the fashion trends hundreds of years later.

In just a few days, Xiyan almost recalled his whole life. From birth to the end of the world, he drew everything with highly generalized brushwork. Looking at the messy brushstrokes, Fu Zhichuan could feel that he was painting these things. At that moment, Xiyan felt so panicked.

Just imagine, if you suddenly experienced a terrible end of the world, all your relatives and friends died, and all the people you didn't know died, you were so powerless to meet death, and you were so helpless to be reborn into a completely strange era, He didn't even dare to die again, no matter how rough and big his nerves were, he couldn't stand it.

Fu Zhichuan decided not to leave in a hurry.

He called his assistant, and before he could speak, little Hambers over there was already whimpering with snot and tears.

"Boss! Where have you been? Brother Gu told me that you scared me to death when you went out alone. If something happens to you here, how can I go back and explain to my wife, master and my father? You should bring a bodyguard with you!"

"Okay, little Hambos, I'm not a three-year-old kid." Fu Zhichuan said calmly, "I'll send you an address, and you send me my computer, and buy some nourishing food along the way."

"Karma?" Little Humble's crying stopped abruptly, "Food to nourish the body? What is food to nourish the body?"

Fu Zhichuan said that he didn't know what to eat to help him sleep. The three meals he had since he was a child were all based on the menu discussed by the nutritionists hired in Alexon Manor. He ate, but he didn't remember the name of the dish. .

However, the first rule of the BOSS: You must never say that you don't know in front of your subordinates.

So Fu Zhichuan said extraordinarily noble and coldly: "I don't even know this, what use is it to ask you."

Little Humble shut his mouth immediately, and said angrily, "Okay, I understand."

Fu Zhichuan hung up the phone, and then sent little Hanbosi the address of Xiyan's house.

Little Hanbos could only run errands for Fu Zhichuan without complaint.

Before leaving, Gu Cexuan held onto little Hambos: "It's just right, please send the information I checked." He handed little Hambos a USB flash drive.In fact, it can be directly copied into Fu Zhichuan's computer without using a USB flash drive, but neither of these two people has the guts to open Fu Zhichuan's computer without authorization.

"Brother Gu, what do you mean by food that nourishes the body?"

Gu Cexuan, who lingers among thousands of flowers, has a lot of yellow waste and non-yellow waste that please women. For him, this kind of knowledge belongs to the latter, so he opened his mouth: "Black-bone chicken and red dates? Wolfberry donkey-hide gelatin?"

Little Hambers suddenly realized, thanked him repeatedly, and rushed out to buy it.

After Gu Cexuan finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, why did he buy these things to give Fu Zhichuan?But little Hambers was gone.

Xi Yan felt that he slept very soundly this time, even better than he had slept before the end of the world. He slept upside down day and night, and he didn't know what night it was.

He lazily rubbed himself under the quilt for a while, slowly got up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, brushed his teeth, saw in the mirror that most of his dark circles had finally faded away, and he shaved in a good mood.After shaving, he remembered that the reason why he could sleep so well was because of the "hugger". He remembered that the person had a nice voice and was very handsome. As a natural gay, Xiyan thought that guy was himself. ideal type.

But when did he leave?Why did he leave without paying himself?What if the person is not here today and he can't sleep at night?

Thinking wildly, Xiyan suddenly smelled the smell of chicken soup, and listened carefully, there seemed to be some movement in the kitchen.

Xiyan thought it was Li Tao who was cooking for him, but he went out to have a look, only to find that it was the man, wearing a small cat apron, tinkering with various cooking utensils.

The author has something to say:

Fu Dashen, who had never cooked before, was heartbroken:

God!This cooktop can catch fire!

God!Why are there caterpillars in the dishes!

God!The range hood cannot be turned on!

Weakly asked: God, where is your noble and glamorous catwalk style?

Fu Dashen turned his head: It's all fed to the dogs!