The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Fu Zhiyang hid his injured hand behind his back, adjusted his breathing, and said softly, "What do you want me to do?"

Meng Xue stared straight at the bloodstains that meandered into a line on the ground, she was completely frightened, and said tremblingly, "Why...why is there so much blood?"

"I accidentally scratched my hand, it's okay." Fu Zhiyang said.

Can this be called okay? !

Meng Xue's blank mind finally came to her senses, she took out her cell phone and started making a call: "Hi, Master Zhao..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Zhiyang took the phone over.

"It's nothing, I made a mistake, well, you are busy with your work."

He said a few words casually, and the driver, Master Zhao, hung up the phone inexplicably.

Seeing that Meng Xue was about to stomp her feet in a hurry, Fu Zhiyang smiled helplessly: "It's really all right, and I didn't hurt my heart."

As he spoke, his gaze crossed Meng Xue and landed on the opposite side, and he raised his eyebrows quite unexpectedly.

There were also a few drops of blood on his clothes, which were particularly conspicuous on the white hem.

Lu Xia stood at the door and took a look, her eyebrows twitching.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he finally swallowed it.

Fu Zhiyang, who was calm and relaxed just now, suddenly let out a "hiss", his handsome eyebrows were knit together, and his face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Xue hurriedly supported him, and said anxiously: "Brother Zhi Yang, don't be brave, follow me to the hospital for bandages!"

Fu Zhiyang supported the door frame with the other hand, shook his head and said, "No, I have medicine here, and I can bandage it myself."

He insisted not to go to the hospital, Meng Xue could only be anxious.

She is not as strong as Zheng Yilan, and usually dare not speak loudly, not to mention that Fu Zhiyang doesn't even listen to Zheng Yilan's words, so there is nothing he can do.

Meng Xue turned her head inadvertently, her eyes lit up instantly: "Director Lu, hurry up and persuade Brother Yang!"

Lu Xia came over at some point, staring at Fu Zhiyang's injured hand, and said in a deep voice, "Go to the hospital immediately if you are injured."

Fu Zhiyang raised his eyes and smiled at him: "It's really nothing, it just looks scary, don't believe me."

He spread his palm, allowing Lu Xia to see the bloody scar clearly.

The wound looked hideous and terrifying, but it was actually not deep, because so much blood had flowed out because it was not bandaged in time, and the cut skin and flesh were already dark in color.

Lu Xia frowned and looked away, "Then you should deal with it quickly, so as not to leave scars."

Fu Zhiyang nodded, turned and entered the room.

Meng Xue was dubious, fearing that he would not be able to deal with the wound alone, so she followed her in, and she didn't forget to turn her head and ask, "Will Director Lu not come in?"

Lu Xia originally wanted to go back, but when she asked her this question, the foot she had just raised fell silently, took a step forward, and closed the door smoothly.

Fu Zhiyang ticked his mouth, took out a medicine box from the bedroom, and said, "Gauze may not be enough, Meng Xue, go to the nearby pharmacy to see if there is any, forget it, and buy some band-aids."

Meng Xue hurriedly got up and walked out, and before leaving the door, she asked anxiously: "Brother Zhiyang, don't stand still, sit down quickly, if the wound feels uncomfortable, you must call me, and I will ask Master Zhao to pick you up to the hospital."

"understood."

Fu Zhiyang sat on the sofa slowly, raised his head and smiled at Lu Xia: "Sit down, it's not convenient for me to be alone, I need your help."

His tone was casual, not as if he was asking for help, but as if he was greeting a guest.

The room was clean and tidy, and there was a plate full of fruit on the table, which should have just been washed with dew on it.

The water glass that had been placed aside was gone, and the trash can was full of shards of glass and blood-stained tissues.

As soon as Lu Xia sat down, Fu Zhiyang handed him a sliced ​​watermelon, "Do you want to eat it?"

Lu Xia shook her head, looked at his injured hand, and said, "Bandage it first."

"it is good."

Fu Zhiyang opened the medicine box with one hand, and seemed to be struggling to take out a roll of bandages from it.

Lu Xia couldn't stand it anymore, reached out to take the bandage, sat forward, "I'll do it."

Fu Zhiyang spread out his palm obediently and handed it to him.

"Which disinfectant is it?" Lu Xia asked.

Fu Zhiyang pointed to a small black bottle: "This."

"Don't move your hands."

Lu Xia lowered her head, dipped in the disinfectant with a cotton swab, picked apart the dried up flesh, and applied it carefully. When she noticed his palm trembling, she paused, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

He just asked casually, but he didn't expect Fu Zhiyang to say "um", and a low voice rang in his ear: "It hurts a bit."

When Fu Zhiyang said this, he was very close to Lu Yan, so close that Lu Yan could touch his breath just by tilting his head.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and for a moment Lu Yan heard the sound of his throat rolling.

He lowered his eyes, finished applying the disinfectant without changing his expression, and brushed up the hair falling down by his ears.

Before he came, he had been nestled on the sofa for a long time, the top of his hair was a little messy, the rubber band was not falling out, and the hanging hair covered the side of his face.

Just as Lu Xia was about to take the gauze, Fu Zhiyang gently grasped his wrist.

"Wait a minute first." Fu Zhiyang said, "Shall I tie up your hair for you?"

Lu Xia withdrew her hand calmly: "Are you sure?"

Fu Zhiyang thought to himself, of course I'm sure, just as he was about to raise his hand, there was a sudden pause, and his expression froze for a moment.

He only has one hand to move, and he has no heart but no strength.

Fu Zhiyang coughed lightly: "Well, I will help you next time."

Lu Yan didn't expect him to help her, so she skillfully untied the rubber band and tied it again.

Fu Zhiyang watched him tie his hair intently, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Your hair was not so long before, it was only a little bit like this."

As he spoke, he gestured with his fingers, but Lu Xia impatiently held down the injured wrist.

"I told you not to move."

The white gauze was wrapped several times around the wound on the palm, and finally tied with an ugly knot.

Fu Zhiyang raised his hand to look at it with interest, and smiled: "Very good."

Lu Yan knew how much she was worth, so she ignored his insincere praise and silently packed up the medicine box. After a long time, she asked, "How did you get hurt?"

Fu Zhiyang lowered his eyes and said casually: "I broke the water glass and was scratched by the glass."

Lu Xia had seen the pieces of glass in the trash can a long time ago, but he was inexplicably sure that this was not the only reason for Fu Zhiyang's injury.

When he pushed the door out half an hour ago, he happened to see Fu Zhiyang's unrepentant expression.

Meng Xue probably didn't notice it, but Lu Yan could tell——

Fu Zhiyang was angry.

When we first met, this person would make a lot of noise when he was angry, and he would never bear it easily.

But I don't know when Fu Zhiyang learned to restrain his emotions, all his emotions were hidden in those dark eyes, so that no one else could see the slightest clue.

Naturally, Lu Xia does not belong to that "other person".

The two have spent too much time together, long enough to find out all the preferences and quirks of the other.

Four years can change a lot, but there are always some things that stay the same.

Lu Xia didn't ask any more questions, stood up after packing up, and said to him, "No need to deliver, I can go by myself."

The topic just now was turned over tacitly, Fu Zhiyang looked up at him: "Let's have dinner together tonight?"

"No need." Lu Yan had already walked to the door, with her finger on the doorknob, "I have something tonight, you can eat by yourself."

He didn't say what it was, but Fu Zhiyang seemed to know it, and reminded him: "Don't drink."

"En." Lu Xia responded, walked straight to the door, and closed the door behind her back.

Not long after he went out, Meng Xue came back.

"The gauze in the nearby pharmacy is all sold out, so I finally bought it... Eh? Brother Zhiyang, have you bandaged it?"

Meng Xue was carrying a pack of gauze, exhaustedly supporting the wall.

"Thank you for your hard work. Sit down and have a rest." Fu Zhiyang raised his chin towards the opposite sofa.

"No, no," Meng Xue waved her hand, "Master Zhao wants to send some props to the crew, I have to help."

She took a few breaths, her gaze fell on his hand, and she asked curiously, "Did Lu bandage it for you?"

"Yes."

The hand injury did not have any effect on Fu Zhiyang. Seeing that he was in a good mood, Meng Xue finally felt relieved and left after staying for a few minutes.

The heavy rain outside the window was already declining, and the sound of the pattering rain was isolated from the outside, which sounded muffled and made the room quieter.

The smell of disinfectant has not dissipated yet, Fu Zhiyang looked at the medicine box in a daze.

In a daze, it seemed that he had returned to many years ago. He got into a fight with someone and was injured all over his body. When he took the medicine, he was in excruciating pain, and he limped when he walked. Finally, he was carried home by Lu Xia.

It was very hot that day, far less cool than it is now, Lu Xia gritted his teeth and cursed secretly all the way, Fu Zhiyang thought that he would abandon him sooner or later, but he didn't expect that Lu Xia never let go from the beginning to the end.

At that time, he realized that this man who looked grumpy and gloomy was actually not so cruel.

There are also dim sum.

Fu Zhiyang laughed softly, stood up from the sofa, went to the window and opened it to let in some air.

It was completely dark, rain and mist filled the air under the dim light, and the leaves were washed brightly, reflecting the glint of light.

Fu Zhiyang absently took out a lollipop, glanced down, and was dazzled by the car lights that turned on instantly.

The strong white light went far away, and Aya stood beside the car holding an umbrella, squinting her eyes uncomfortably: "Director Lu, why don't you wear a coat, it's cold tonight."

Lu Xia strode out, frowned, got into the car, and asked Aya, "Why are you here?"

"Producer Yang said that you have dinner tonight and let me pick you up."

Lu Yan seemed to be uninspired, leaning on the back seat with half-down eyelashes, said "hmm" and didn't speak any more.

The car didn't stay for too long, and drove away from the hotel within 2 minutes.

Fu Zhiyang watched quietly, until the shadow of the car disappeared from sight before blinking.

He stood by the window for a while, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hello? Brother Yang?"

"Hey, Zhi Yang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Zhiyang twirled the lollipop lightly, and said with a smile, "I just wanted to ask if you and Director Lu had any dinner tonight, and he didn't agree to my invitation to dinner with Director Lu."

"Ah... yes." Yang Fan swallowed back what he almost blurted out, remembering that Lu Xia said not to tell Fu Zhiyang about this matter, he said vaguely, "Just a few friends get together for a meal, it's not considered a meal."

"Oh……"

Fu Zhiyang paused, bit the candy in his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Then where are you? I'll look for you."