i married my rival

After a while, he buckled his seat belt, feeling very embarrassed.

What Lu Qibin meant was a compromise. Originally, Fang Yan felt so sorry in his heart, but now it all turned into a sense of guilt, but he didn't want to admit that he was at fault. Can't move here?

It's just... Lu Qibin's attitude really made him feel ashamed.

Fang Yan was thinking wildly, but Lu Qibin on the side spoke lightly, "Just say what you don't want to do, and don't keep acting like I'm forcing you."

……

Fang Yan was thinking, do you still use cold violence less?He bowed his head and hummed.

Lu Qibin glanced at him, and said, "I still have a flat in the city center, which is very close to your newspaper office. My mother also knows about it. If you want, you can move there."

Is Lu Qibin asking for his own opinion?Fang Yan was stunned for a moment, and his mind was a little out of turn. Although he felt that things were going well, Fang Yan still retained his due rationality and asked, "Where is your suite located?"

"Jinhai Huadu."

Well...it's really close.

"Okay, I'll move there when I have time." Fang Yan felt that it would be unreasonable to be unreasonable this time.

Lu Qibin was silent again.

That means things are done.

It was nearly twelve o'clock when Lu Qibin sent Fang Yan to the apartment of the newspaper office. Fang Yan knew that Lu Qibin would go out to film a movie tomorrow, and he felt very guilty. He didn't know why he did it suddenly, as if he had been lowered. Same.

Lu Qibin had a disapproving look on his face, and he usually had no expression on his face.

It's just that Fang Yan seemed to be really unlucky today. He didn't pay attention when buckling up the seat belt, and caught some clothes.

Fang Yan didn't dare to break it too hard, knowing that this car is expensive...

He struggled for a while, his face turned red, Lu Qibin couldn't stand it any longer, he leaned over and said, "Let me see."

When Fang Yan heard Lu Qibin's voice, he raised his head subconsciously, but he didn't expect that Lu Qibin had already reached out his hand.

All of a sudden, Lu Qibin's slender fingers touched Fang Yan's profile.

At first, Fang Yan only felt that Lu Qibin's finger bones were distinct and a bit cold, but the place where he was wearing the ring was icy cold. When he recovered, Lu Qibin had already withdrawn his hand.

Only now did Fang Yan realize that he was embarrassed, he quickly lowered his head, and continued to snap the button of the seat belt.

Seeing him like this, Lu Qibin frowned slightly, said "I'll come" and stretched out his hand.

Fang Yan just wanted to refuse, but Lu Qibin's next faint "don't move" made him let go helplessly.

Lu Qibin lowered his head, focused on the seat belt buckle on Fang Yan's waist, but Fang Yan didn't know where to put his eyes.

He was looking at the front of the car window, but for some reason, he lowered his head in a mysterious way.

Lu Qibin's hair was very black and soft, and his fingers were fair and slender. It was the first time that Fang Yan had been able to get close to Lu Qibin for such a long time, and he could see it so clearly.

The last time it was a real show, it was still a fake show, and the atmosphere was too weird, so Fang Yan didn't notice any particularly different atmosphere.

Except, Lu Qibin's calf.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan shivered, thinking why did he start to think of such things?

With a click, the seat belt was released. Fang Yan came back to his senses and lowered his head. Lu Qibin had already withdrawn his hand.

"All right."

Fang Yan thought about what he had just thought, and felt that he was really dirty, so he quickly thanked him, trying to suppress the ghost in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qibin glanced at him, was stunned, frowned slightly, but came closer again.

But this time he didn't get too close, Lu Qibin had already stretched out his hand and touched Fang Yan's forehead.

This time it was all-round contact, and after staying for a while, Fang Yan felt his face burn with a bang.

"It's a bit hot. I guess I have a fever. It might be blown by the wind." Lu Qibin withdrew his hand and came to a conclusion lightly.

……

Fang Yan came back to his senses, and rubbed his face with his hand, feeling sure, he gave a dry smile, "I don't have a fever, maybe it's hot..."

Obviously, this reason did not convince Lu Qibin, but he didn't say anything, just said, "Then you go, go to bed early at night."

"Ah...you too." Fang Yan spoke, and after a moment of dullness, he hurriedly got out of the car with his things.

After walking about 100 meters away, Fang Yan turned his head quietly and found that Lu Qibin's car was still there. He was a little puzzled, but when he saw this, Lu Qibin's car started and turned away.

Frowning and muttering, Fang Yan ran up the apartment building with his bag in his arms.

Lu Qibin drove the car on the highway, and the street lights outside the window passed by one by one, the light and shadow intertwined and mottled on his handsome face, and his calm and watery eyes made him look like a real person.

To be honest, Lu Qibin's heart is not at peace at the moment.

It's just that he is used to pretending to be calm, so there are no waves on his face.

How dare Fang Yan talk back to him?

Lu Qibin also felt that this fact was new, but seeing Fang Yan's face when he was serious and angry, Lu Qibin felt a little strange respect.

At that time, Fang Yan seemed to be working hard for something seriously, but Lu Qibin didn't dare to underestimate him.

It's funny to say that Fang Yan was seriously angry.

Lu Qibin never felt that Fang Yan's work was so noble, he ran around all day, and did not make any sensational reports. It was all about the news that the chicken king lost by the Li family had an extra-large radish...

Really worthless.

Lu Qibin commented secretly in his heart.

He always thought that Fang Yan himself thought the same way, but it was just for the sake of stability and leisure, or Fang Yan's ability was only enough to do this.

But Fang Yan looked serious today, as if he really regarded this job as a very noble thing.

not understand.

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☆, moving

At night, Fang Yan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. When he closed his eyes, he could see Lu Qibin's hand dangling in various postures in his mind.

Fang Yan thought that puberty had passed, but he just didn't understand why Lu Qibin's simple, meaningless touch could still give him such an electric shock-like feeling.

what--

Fang Yan howled dryly under the blanket, wondering if he hadn't been in a relationship for too long, so now that he was teased a little, he started to dream.

Nothing to do with people, nothing to do with people.Fang Yan said these words in his heart countless times, but it was of no use. The more he said about Lu Qibin's handsome face that was as cold as an iceberg, the clearer it became in his mind.

After rolling on the bed for a while, Fang Yan gave up, spread out the big characters, looked at the ceiling, and began to count the faces of Lu Qibin floating above his head.

Counting and falling asleep.

It was 06:30 when Fang Yan woke up in the morning. It may be that he was in a light sleep state because of thinking too much last night, which caused Fang Yan to have a terrible headache the moment he woke up.

Fang Yan grabbed the phone impatiently and took a look. There was a message floating on the screen of the phone.

From+861345678910:

Mr. Fang, Mr. Lu asked me to tell you that if you have time to move, you can call me this number, and I will send someone to help you move.

The payment is from agent Lin Wen.

Frowning and scratching his head, Fang Yan brought up the input method, squinted his eyes and thought about today's report arrangement carefully, and made an appointment with the other party for the evening.

Fang Yan was not used to this agent talking very politely, talking about you one by one, but Fang Yan knew that the company had rules for these people, so Fang Yan didn't tell him too much.

The time of the day has always passed quickly. Fang Yan’s interview in the afternoon is to understand the local culture spread decades ago, so he moved a bench with those white-haired old ladies and old men to sit in the subway station that has not yet been repaired. In the open space next to them, they were knocking melon seeds and chatting.

Listening to old people talking about some things in the past always feels very strange. Fang Yan squinted his eyes and looked at the sun while knocking on the somewhat mushy earth melon seeds he fried in the countryside.

The old man rambled on, 30 years ago, there were still fish ponds and lotus root soup, and their lotus root was exported to many big cities, which was very famous.

The old woman pointed to the newly built building on the horizon and said that it used to be a small embankment. In spring, a group of children would run over the embankment with paper kites.

They were all trivial things decades ago, but now they sound fresh and fun.

This is why Fang Yan likes the profession of journalism, being able to meet all kinds of people and listen to all kinds of stories. Although it is sometimes monotonous, it is much more interesting than ordinary work.

After listening to the old man and old lady's chatter, Fang Yan finally took a big bag of their own fried melon seeds and peanuts and left, feeling warm and happy in his heart.

In the evening, Fang Yan had dinner, finished writing today's humanistic feelings manuscript and sent it to the editor, then rushed back to the apartment to pack his things.

I made an appointment with Lin Wen at 07:30, which is almost here.

In fact, he didn't have anything to take, except for computer materials and some necessary clothes, and a small box was enough for him.

Fang Yan definitely doesn't need to worry about mattresses, and Fang Yan doesn't think Lu Qibin will let him bring mattresses to his apartment.

The things were almost packed, Fang Yan prepared a few teacups and a plate of snacks, and sat there waiting for Lin Wen to bring someone to the door.

A few minutes before 07:30, someone knocked on the door of Fang Yan's apartment.

As soon as Fang Yan opened the door, several young men in their early twenties stood at the door, all dressed in brightly colored casual down jackets, with an energetic expression on their faces. Whenever they saw Fang Yan, they called Mr. Fang.

Fang Yan froze for a moment, let them in one by one, then brought over a plate of snacks and invited them to eat.

The boys are very easy-going and cheerful, laughing and joking, but they are also polite, and they don't take Fang Yan's things, they just ask Fang Yan what he wants to move.

Fang Yan glanced around, shook his head, and then pushed his little box out. Before he could speak, a young man snatched it up and carried it down.

"Mr. Fang, is there anything else you want to move?" Another young man continued to ask with a smile.

Fang Yan hadn't recovered from the stupefaction of being robbed, so he remained silent for a while, then waved his hand, "That's all, nothing else."

……

So a large group of people rushed downstairs, surrounded Fang Yan and boarded an SUV parked in front of the newspaper office.

After everyone got into the car, Fang Yan put on his seat belt, suddenly thought of something, raised his head and asked, "Who is Lin Wen?"

The young man driving turned around and smiled, showing his white teeth, "Brother Lin is waiting at Mr. Lu's apartment, let's move things first."

"Oh." Fang Yan nodded to express his understanding.

In fact, it was within walking distance, Fang Yan almost wanted to say that he pushed the box and went directly, but he didn't say it because people like Lin Wen were not easy to deal with.

Lu Qibin has always been extremely harsh on such matters.

The car arrived after 3 minutes. A group of young guys quickly jumped out of the car. Those who opened the door opened the door, those who took the luggage took the luggage, and those who pressed the elevator were the first to press the elevator. They were orderly.

Good discipline, Fang Yan thought.

Fang Yan followed them into the elevator. On the 17th floor, halfway up the elevator, one of the young men couldn't help but approached with a smile and said, "Mr. Fang is Yuji?"

Fang Yan originally wanted to answer him, but before the young man could finish his question, the young man in black who had been taking the lead slapped his head hard.

"Don't ask more questions than you should."

As he said that, he smiled and apologized to Fang Yan, "Mr. Fang is sorry, he's new here and doesn't understand."

Fang Yan was a little embarrassed, and quickly said it's okay, thinking in his heart that he knew that the entertainment industry had strict requirements for keeping secrets, but he didn't expect that only a few young men were so professional.

Upstairs, the leading young man in black first helped Fang Yan bring the box into the house, while the others stood outside the door and waited. As soon as Fang Yan entered, he saw a capable young man in a suit explaining something to the young man in black.

After saying a few words, the young man in the suit saw Fang Yan, and hurriedly came over to say hello to him with a professional smile on his face.

"Mr. Fang is here."

Fang Yan quickly nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the two exchanged self-introductions, and it turned out that the young man in the suit was Lin Wen.

Lin Wen looks about the same age as Fang Yan, but his behavior is much more capable and decent, not as casual as Fang Yan.

Lin Wen smiled and explained some basic things to Fang Yan, and then took Fang Yanjin to visit the apartment.

Fang Yanwen went into the door to change his shoes, and looked back consciously, and found that at some point, those young men had already left quietly.

True and well-trained

Lu Qibin's apartment has a European-style simple design that is very popular now. The overall color is off-white, and the chandeliers have no patterns. It is very comfortable and clean.

Except for a few main rooms, the living room and dining room are completely connected, separated only by white art pendants. There are not many furniture, and they are all simple and generous. There is also a large vase of fresh flowers next to the TV wall. It seems that there are often people take care of.

Such a warm and artistic style doesn't quite resemble Lu Qibin's style, Fang Yan thought to himself while watching.

"Mr. Fang, you can ask me anything you want to ask." Lin Wen was very amiable.

While agreeing, Fang Yan secretly wondered why Lu Qibin's manager was so easy to talk to, didn't he mean that managers are the driving force behind celebrities?Why is there no momentum at all?

As a result, Lin Wen answered Fang Yan's question with the next sentence.

"Mr. Lu's manager was Sister Chen before, but Sister Chen is on maternity leave recently, and I will take over temporarily. I don't know much about some things. Please don't take offense if I don't answer in detail."

It turned out that he had just taken over, so it's no wonder he was so polite to people, after all, it's important to stand firm.

The two chatted a few more words, and when they talked about Lu Qibin's recent itinerary, Lin Wen said with a bit of regret, "Mr. Lu signed a 75-day contract for this drama, and he may not be able to make it back during the Chinese New Year."

"That's it." Fang Yan nodded in understanding, but for some reason, hearing that Lu Qibin had been away for more than two months, Fang Yan felt a little lost.

"This is also Mr. Lu's first costume drama. The script and some materials are in the study. Mr. Fang can learn more if he is interested."

"Well, okay." Fang Yan nodded repeatedly.

After chatting about some trivial matters, Lin Wen left Fang Yan with the phone number of one of Lu Qibin's assistants, and asked Fang Yan to call him if he needed anything.

Fang Yan thanked him, then politely sent Lin Wen out, turned around and began to carefully look at Lu Qibin's apartment.

The living room is not much to see except for its elegant and simple layout. The master bedroom is locked, and the guest room is probably because no one lives there, so there is nothing new except the bed.

Only the study, kitchen and bathroom are left. Both the kitchen and the bathroom have the same pattern.

Fang Yan opened the study door and turned on the light.

!!!

The scene inside the study startled Fang Yan.

There is only a small bookshelf full of books, the rest is filled with musical instruments.

The walls are covered with various musical instruments, including several guitars, violins, and then a small piano, next to a computer, and a microphone, speakers, headphones, and a mixing console.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an actor's study, but it looks like a musician's studio.

Fang Yan thought for a while, and walked around the room while thinking about it, wondering if Lu Qibin had raised some kind of music lover, usually this is the base, but after thinking about it, he felt wrong, if Lu Qibin really took care of him How could Xiaosan let herself live here.

strangeness.

Seeing that there were still a few books spread out on the computer desk, Fang Yan went over to look through them.

Well……

Harmony and Form Analysis

There are also annotations made with black pen on the inside page, and Fang Yan is very familiar with Lu Qibin's clear and powerful handwriting.

After closing the book, Fang Yan looked at the musical instruments hanging on the wall, and even touched a piano covered with a cloth, but he didn't understand these things, and was afraid of breaking it, so he retracted his hand to look at other things. .

The books in the bookcase are not all about music, there is also "The Cultivation of an Actor", which is half and half related to music and performance. Fang Yan took out a few books and read a few pages at random. He couldn't understand it, so he put it away. go back.

However, there was a book with an unnamed gray cover that caught Fang Yan's attention.

This book was on the fifth floor of the bookshelf, which was the highest floor. Fang Yan had to step his feet to get it. After finally pulling it out, he found that it was not a book at all.

It is Lu Qibin's college classmate.

Fang Yan glanced at it. He was very curious at first, but his principle of life is not to pry into other people's privacy casually, so he reluctantly touched the cover of the gray cardboard box, and then raised his hand to put it back.

Just the moment he raised his hand to put it back, Fang Yan saw that there were still words on the back of the classmate record.

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☆、Script event

Having already seen it, Fang Yan wanted to see what was written again, so he took it out again.

But when he saw the line of black pen writing clearly, Fang Yan's pupils suddenly shrank.

The incandescent lamp illuminates the handsome characters very clearly.

It is such a line.

"No matter what our souls are made of, mine and yours are exactly the same."

There is no signature, but Fang Yan is very familiar with the handwriting.

It's Cheng Xu's handwriting.

Fang Yan always admires those who can write Mary Su-like love stories out of literary style, and Cheng Xu is obviously such a person.

In fact, after so many years, Fang Yan no longer feels guilty, but when he saw this line of words, he suddenly and truly understood what kind of stupid thing he did back then.

At that time, even if I heard that Cheng Xu and Lu Qibin were in love again, it was just a rumor, and it was just a vague concept.There was even a period of time when Fang Yan would comfort himself by saying that Lu Qibin might just be a shield pulled by Cheng Xu.

However, seeing this line of writing today, the words written by Cheng Xu to Lu Qibin, a feeling of ironclad evidence struck Fang Yan head-on.

All of a sudden, all curiosity is gone.

But Fang Yan really didn't want to think about it anymore, he knew it was a pity, and he knew that he was also at fault.

But he has already paid too much for this matter, and no matter what he does at this moment, it will not help...

Thinking of this, Fang Yan stood still for a while, finally, took a deep breath, raised his hand and put the classmate record back on the bookshelf, then silently turned off the lights and left the study.

Time, nine o'clock in the evening.

Lu Qibin had just finished dinner with the crew executives and several main actors, and his assistant drove him back to the hotel.

Because the next day was just worshiping God, the media reception, and the official start-up was the day after tomorrow, so Lu Qibin drank a little too much.

Although Lu Qibin has a good capacity for alcohol, but for some reason today, he felt his temples throbbing a little bit, so he leaned against the car window blowing the cold wind all the way, resting his head on one hand, in a state of doze,

When the car arrived at the hotel, Lu Qibin kept the air pressure low, got out of the car and walked into the hotel without asking the assistant to open the door.

The assistant was also cautious, for fear of making Lu Qibin angry, he followed him silently.

After entering the suite, Lu Qibin ordered his assistant to put away the hot water for his bath, put some sober tea on the alcohol stove, and then he could leave directly, then he half leaned on the sofa and began to recuperate.

The assistant made all the preparations, then poured sober tea for Lu Qibin, reminded Lu Qibin who was resting on the sofa in a low voice for the next day's schedule, and then left lightly.

Lu Qibin didn't half open his eyes until he heard the door slam shut as the assistant left.

Glancing at the cup of hangover tea hanging on the tea table, Lu Qibin stretched out his hand to bring it over. He took a few breaths, took a sip, thought it was too hot, and put it down again.

Closing his eyes and laying down on the sofa for a while, Lu Qibin felt confused, stretched out his hand and tugged at the neckline, he took out his phone and glanced casually.

There were two text messages floating on the reminder, one was from manager Lin Wen and the other was from Fang Yan.

Lin Wen's text message basically said that Fang Yan's accommodation has been arranged, and he also mentioned that the filming time of a drink commercial that he had negotiated before was temporarily changed, but he had already negotiated with the crew for a time, and the filming was finished in half a day.

Fang Yan's content is similar to that of Lin Wen's first half.

After reading it quietly, Lu Qibin replied Lin Wen with "Got it", habitually ignored Fang Yan's message, and put down his phone.

Rubbing his forehead, Lu Qibin felt even more annoyed.

How to put it, Lu Qibin's current career status is a bit embarrassing.Because he is already 29 years old, but the company's development orientation for him is still an idol actor, generally speaking, he is a face-lifting person.

But you can't blame the company for making such a decision, you can only blame Lu Qibin for being late.

He only won the best newcomer award two years ago. Although Lu Qibin's age and temperament are here, in the eyes of the public, he is still classified as an idol fresh meat.

The original novel of this costume drama has a high IP, and the characters and plot are very brilliant. The protagonist played by Lu Qibin this time is not the kind of traditional costume novel that upgrades to the golden finger, but a double-faced person with a complex personality.

Originally, Lu Qibin wanted to use this role to take the first step in his transformation, so even though the producer's salary was not high at that time, he accepted it.

Who knew that Wang Ying, who had never acted before, would come out of nowhere.

Lu Qibin really had a headache.

After all, it wasn't a big production, so the crew was short of money, and Wang Ying's family had money and was willing to invest, so...

The promotional model in the early stage is also funny. Obviously this show has other selling points but it insists on pulling CP. It really gets worse the more you watch it.

Lu Qibin was not short of money, but his relationship with Wang Ying could be regarded as a friend, so there was no need to turn his face over this. In addition, Lu's mother intervened a little bit indiscriminately, which made it even more impossible for him to talk about this matter.

Although the previous agent said that Lu Qibin has more room to play this way, isn't it good to have a little red among the green bushes?But Lu Qibin thinks that TV dramas still depend on the overall effect. Originally, the crew didn't have much money to spend on production, and now they don't even have acting skills...

It is estimated that it can only brush up the favor of junior high school students.

Still brushing your face...

艹

Lu Qibin cursed this word in his heart, but didn't say it, then picked up the hangover tea and drank it in one gulp, ready to get up to take a bath, and read the script again.

As a result, as soon as he stood up, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

information.

Lu Qibin stood still for a while, and habitually took out a look.

Fang Yan's information.

A line of words.

——Well, let me ask, did you forget to bring your own script?

Seeing this line of writing, Lu Qibin slightly raised one eyebrow, thought for a while, got up and went into the room, and went to the luggage to find the script that the assistant had packed up.

The script was taken out, and after flipping through two pages, Lu Qibin's face turned dark.

It was really a mistake, and it was the one he usually used for scribbling.

Before leaving, Lu Qibin told him several times that he must take the one with the label and note the details, but the result...

Not even having time to get angry, Lu Qibin held the scrap script in one hand and called Lin Wen and asked him to ask his assistant to deliver the script overnight.

As soon as Lin Wen heard this, he knew the seriousness of the matter, so he quickly agreed, and after a few words, he hung up the phone and went to his assistant.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Qibin held the phone in his palm for a long while before slowly releasing it.Resisting the urge to throw something, he turned and went to the bathroom.

Why is there no one to reassure him?

In fact, Fang Yan originally planned to go to bed after taking a bath, but the more he soaked, the more energetic he became. He had no choice but to go to the study in his bathrobe and slippers to find some books to read.

Then I saw Lu Qibin's script on the keyboard drawer of the computer. Fang Yan also knew that there should be several printed copies of this script, and guessed that this one was for backup or comparison.

But after turning a few pages, Fang Yan felt something was wrong.

This script seems to be relatively old, all of Lu Qibin's own lines are marked in red, and some sentence stress remarks and detailed action performance remarks have been added.

There are also small notes posted in the blank space of the page, writing about emotional transitions, changes in mentality, backgrounds of characters, and so on.

Doesn't look like a backup script by any means.

Fang Yan thought about it, and instead of calling Lu Qibin hastily, he sent a tentative text message.

As a result, Lu Qibin didn't reply to him after sending out the text message for a long time.

Fang Yan was still wondering if he was wrong, when the doorbell rang.

Fang Yan wondered who came so late at night and walked over to turn on the video intercom.

The video flashed for a moment, and the picture came out. It was the little assistant in black who helped Fang Yan carry the luggage during the day.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry to bother you. Brother Lin asked me to get something." The assistant smiled and apologized.

When Fang Yan heard this, he thought about what happened just now, and probably guessed what was going on, and asked, "Get the script?"

"Ah, yes."

Fang Yan nodded, pressed the button to open the door, turned the handle of the door, then turned around and went in to get the script.

When the little assistant came out of the elevator, Fang Yan was already waiting at the door.

The little assistant ran all the way over, Fang Yan handed him the script, seeing his panting face, he was a little puzzled, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

The little assistant smiled sheepishly, put the script into a black file bag, and said, "Brother Lin asked me to drive the script tonight."

"Send it in person?" Fang Yan felt that this matter was simply incomprehensible, "Can't you just scan a copy and give it to him?"

When the little assistant heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "Mr. Fang, your idea is very good. I'll ask Brother Lin." Then he took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Fang Yan quickly pressed him down, and said, "Don't be too busy, I'll ask Mr. Lu directly, so that you won't be troubled by wandering around like this."

The little assistant immediately withdrew his hand after hearing this, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, then I will trouble you."

Fang Yan nodded, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Lu Qibin's number.

It rang three times and was answered.

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, that—" Fang Yan glanced at the little assistant on the side, "In fact, you don't need to send your script directly. It's more convenient to scan it and fax it directly."

"You ask him to bring it over."

……

☆、Misfortunes never come singly

Fang Yan was going to explain a few sentences, but Lu Qibin didn't seem to want to talk to Fang Yan after saying that, so he hung up.

Listening to the iconic facial paralyzed busy tone on the phone, Fang Yan cursed in his heart, silently withdrew his hand, and looked at the assistant brother with a little embarrassment, "I'm sorry...I can't help you."

In fact, the assistant brother is also very good at observing words and expressions. He knew the point after hearing the conversation just now. After hearing Fang Yan's opening, he quickly smiled, "No need, it was our work mistake." Pointing to the reminder of the arrival of the floor on the other side of the elevator, he said apologetically, "This matter is very urgent. I won't bother Mr. Fang. I'll leave first."

"Then go quickly."

"Please Mr. Fang."

After the assistant brother finished speaking, he ran quickly all the way.

Watching the elevator door gradually close, Fang Yan finally nodded to the assistant brother inside, then raised his hand to scratch his hair, turned and went in.

Lock the door, turn off the lights, take off your shoes, and go to bed.

After rolling around and hugging the soft pillow, Fang Yan found that he still couldn't fall asleep, and the bed was too big and too soft to feel a little uncomfortable. After tossing for a while, Fang Yan finally chose to hug the two people on the bed A big pillow, sitting cross-legged on the bed and checking Weibo.

Fang Yan’s Weibo is a pornographic V with 37 followers, because he was one of the first reporters to use the Weibo platform to report, interview and popularize science. He also organized a survey on the audience tendency of new media and old media before. The survey results and analysis It was reprinted and reported by several large paper media, and this performance also gained a lot of royalties and fans.

Later, Fang Yan often organized some fan Q&As to answer basic questions about journalists and the media industry, and then shared some interesting or frequently asked questions, and the account interaction was very high.

Today, as soon as Fangyan went online, he received many comments and private messages from Aite.

The old rules, brush Aite, read comments, and reply to private messages.

In fact, most of the questions asked by fans are similar, nothing more than what is the future or money of being a reporter, is it hard work, what kind of professional knowledge is needed...

At the beginning, Fang Yan was more patient, answering one by one, and then made a long Weibo, including all the basic questions, and then pinned it to the top, whether he liked it or not.

There are usually hundreds of private messages from unfollowed people. Fang Yan reads them like ten lines at a glance. After scanning two pages, there is no important information.

Fang Yan also beeped the dog.

Just because a reporter is the mouthpiece of the masses doesn't mean he is the nanny of the masses...

Therefore, there is not much information about other things, so Fang Yan can pass it after reading it. He must manually block each of these, so as not to come to harm fans in the end.

After flipping through five or six pages of the private message, Fang Yan suddenly saw a very strange private message from someone he hadn't followed.

Mr. Vincent: Fair-skinned and beautiful little wife, do you want a date?

Seeing this private message, Fang Yan immediately thought of the master who played tricks on the post bar, and his heart skipped a beat, and his subordinates quickly clicked on the homepage of that Mr. Vincent.

It is also a yellow V with more than 7 fans.

The Add Follow button shows a check mark instead of a plus sign, which means that Mr. Vincent has already followed Fang Yan.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yan didn't rashly add that attention, but clicked on the person's detailed information.

This person's certification is very interesting, amateur jewelry designer|Baidu Jewelry Bar Honor Big Bar|Florence Jewelry Design Institute.

A bullish smell.

But now I can understand why Fang Yan was caught as soon as he posted a post. It's a big honor, no wonder.

Fang Yan sneezed, returned to the main interface of the personal homepage and began to flip through the Weibo photo album of this awesome and mysterious Mr. Vincent and Wang sir.

There are mostly design works, but they are all just design drawings, and occasionally there are two finished products with slender hands or collarbones.

Well, I have to say it's pretty cool.

But I don't understand why an artist is so similar to Fang Yan, a selfie internet celebrity.

Turning to the third page, the real face of Mr. Vincent appeared. In fact, it was only half a face, with eyes and nose, but the thumbnail was not clear, so Fang Yan quickly clicked on it.

After clicking.

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After Fang Yan was silent for a long time, the spicy chicken and the grass mud horse flew together in his heart——

At this moment, he just wanted to say, 'Wang Siqi, your uncle! '

After silently roaring, Fang Yan moved his fingers to block Wang Siqi. Before being blocked, Fang Yan's habit of obsessive-compulsive disorder made him refresh the page again, only to find that Wang Siqi had updated his blog just now.

The contents are as follows.

Mr. Vincent: Little wife, let's meet [shy]

Ha ha--

No matter how stupid Fang Yan was, he knew that Wang Siqi was fishing, so he pretended not to see it, and resolutely blocked Wang Siqi.

At first, I thought this matter was over here, but in the end Fang Yan found out that he was really innocent.

Just after logging out of the Weibo app, Fang Yan received a text message that was exactly the same as Wang Siqi's Weibo content just now.

Looking at the eye-catching text message floating on the top of the phone screen, Fang Yan once again chose to pull black and delete it expressionlessly.

Wang Siqi is really free enough to have nothing to do.

Fang Yan was about to press the 'Confirm' button of 'Confirm whether to add to the blacklist', when the screen flashed and a call came in.

Seeing a string of unfamiliar numbers jumping on the screen, Fang Yan only felt a splitting headache. He wanted to hang up directly, but he slipped halfway. Fang Yan suddenly changed his mind, slid away and answered.

"Don't you think you're boring?"

"It's not boring." Wang Siqi on the opposite side smiled happily, looking like he had succeeded in his tricks.

Fang Yan took a deep breath and said, "I don't care if you have any trouble with Lu Qibin, it has nothing to do with me, whether you want to grab women or men with him, don't come here to make small reports, okay? "

After Fang Yan finished speaking, Wang