The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Lu Xia didn't walk fast, her footsteps were a little swaying, she was woken up by the cold wind outside, and leaned against the window in the corridor to light a cigarette.

The rain had stopped, the night was dark, and the air was cool and fresh. Lu Xia took a deep breath, and the discomfort in her stomach was relieved a bit.

He pressed the phone and stared at the lonely message without saying a word.

— don't drink.

It seems like a casual sentence.

He heard similar words many times on the way here, Aya and Yang Fan kept chattering, Zou Yue didn't know where he heard the wind, and while he was eating with his head down, he secretly poured out the wine in his glass.

In fact, Lu Xia is not addicted to alcohol.

For a long time, he felt like throwing up when he smelled wine, and he felt nauseous when he saw wine, but he couldn't stop drinking, and his stomach was ruined at that time.

Fu Zhiyang's attitude at the beginning was far from being so casual. He would frown, pointing at Lu Ya's nose and scolding, "Lu, you are sick! You might as well drink to death!"

In Lu Yan's eyes, he was just a little brat, talking was equivalent to farting, and he wouldn't take Fu Zhiyang's persuasion to heart.

Fu Zhiyang was irritated by his reticence, and completely blew up. He quarreled with him for three hundred rounds every day, and even raised his hand, but he couldn't stop Lu Yan, a stubborn ass.

Later, this kid seemed to be out of control, and he might grow up and restrain his emotions. He still said "don't go drinking" three hundred times a day in Lu Xia's ear, but he never had a fight with him again. Prepare meals before going home, prepare hangover soup and stomach medicine, this silent but more effective way successfully shakes Lu Xia's heart for a moment.

But only for a moment.

At that time, Lu Yan was determined to stand out. The opportunity he had been looking forward to for many years was in front of him, and he had to seize it even if he was drunk.

The moment Lu Xia saw the message just now, she wanted to leave almost immediately.

He couldn't sit still for a long time, and the reason why he endured it was entirely for Yang Fan's face.

He doesn't need to give Qin Yonglin face, and he can turn a blind eye to Song Shurui, but after all, this banquet is hosted by Yang Fan, no matter how willful he is, he has a limit in his heart.

But that speed was burned away by Fu Zhiyang's light words.

Lu Xia calmed down after being impulsive, and found that what she was thinking at that moment was——

Fu Zhiyang is still waiting for him at home.

He was dazzled by alcohol, unable to distinguish between the past and reality for a while.

A cigarette soon burned to the end, and his slightly stiff fingers moved a little, Lu Xia withdrew his thoughts, heard indistinct footsteps behind him, thought it was Yang Fan who came to persuade him to go back, he turned his head slowly, The sloppy expression in his eyes froze and cooled down.

"What are you doing here?" He asked blankly.

A few pots of flowers and plants were placed in the corridor, and the branches and leaves stretched outside shook slightly, and two slender legs walked over unhurriedly.

The lights above the head were extremely bright, and Song Shurui's clear eyebrows added a bit of sharpness, making him look like someone at first glance.

He stood still not far in front of Lu Yan, his eyes flickered, and after a while he said, "Director Lu..."

Lu Xia raised her hand as a gesture of restraint, stopped him and said in a cold voice, "I have something to say."

He threw the cigarette butts into the trash can, put his hands in his pockets, and put on an unreasonable posture.

"..." Song Shurui was suddenly interrupted by him, and he forgot what he wanted to say. He lowered his eyes in silence, and when he looked at Lu Yan again, he found that he had left without a sound.

Song Shurui clenched and loosened the hands hanging by his side, struggled on the spot, and finally raised his legs to catch up.

Lu Yan was almost at the door, and the clear footsteps behind him made him frown impatiently.

Song Shurui wanted to call to stop him, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that Lu Xia would not listen to him, so he ran to the front in three steps at a time, and successfully stopped Lu Xia.

The indifference in Lu Yan's eyes was as real as it was, and Song Shurui's palms were cold.

He didn't know that Lu Ya would come today, and when he saw him unexpectedly, he thought he had made a mistake.

At the dinner table, Song Shurui was sitting on pins and needles, and he tried to talk to Lu Xia several times, but he avoided it without showing a trace.

But now that he really stood in front of this person, he didn't know what to say.

Should I say "thank you"?

Thank you Lu Xia for inviting him to act, for helping him a lot, and for helping to clarify when he was deeply involved in public opinion.

Song Shurui couldn't say it, he knew clearly that Lu Xia didn't care about it at all.

All the good intentions are just a little effort.Even the gaffe after drinking is all because of others.

Song Shurui rolled his Adam's apple and said, "...I'm sorry."

Lu Xia raised the corners of her lips and smiled, a sneer without any emotion: "Is it over?"

Without waiting for Song Shurui's answer, he lowered his face and said, "Go away when you finish speaking, and don't bother me."

Song Shurui's back was tense, and when Lu Xia passed him, his brain became hot for some reason, and he grabbed his arm and said, "Director Lu, what happened back then..."

"Are you finished?" Lu Xia quickly shook off his hand, not hiding the disgust in her eyes, "I told you to get lost, don't you understand people's words?"

The words were ugly, and Song Shurui's face turned pale for a moment.

Lu Xia had no patience at all and was about to leave.

Song Shurui didn't dare to stop him this time, and whispered behind him: "I'll take you back, it's too late, I can't get a taxi."

Lu Xia was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so she snorted coldly and opened the door of the hotel, closing it without looking back.

Different from the resplendent inside, the lights on the side of the road are dim, and the shadows of the trees are stretched very long.

There are few cars on the road in the middle of the night, and occasionally one gallops past, and the splashed water draws a silver arc.

The vehicles waiting outside the hotel were silent, and the drivers were taking a nap inside.

Lu Xia glanced at it inadvertently, and her eyes paused slightly, suspecting that she was dazzled.

As if to confirm his guess, the lights of a black Land Rover flickered, and the scene inside the car was unobstructed, and the person sitting in the driver's seat was looking at him with the corners of his lips curled up.

Lu Xia: "..."

The two looked at each other, Lu Xia still couldn't believe it.

Fu Zhiyang saw that he was still not moving, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, he lowered the car window and hooked his finger at him: "Aren't you going to come in?"

"……How did you come?"

After Lu Xia glanced, Song Shurui was still standing at the door, and his eyes met him.

Fu Zhiyang followed his gaze, raised his brows slightly, thoughtful.

"I happened to pass by and saw Brother Yang's car." Fu Zhiyang said.

"Really?" Lu Yan was dubious, opened the passenger door and got in, blocking Song Shurui's sight.

Fu Zhiyang turned on the music, played a piece of soothing pure music, smiled and said: "Fake."

"..." This person's words are always true and false, and Lu Xia is too lazy to ask.

Fu Zhiyang's right hand on the steering wheel was still tied with gauze. Lu Yan couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and asked with a frown, "Can you do it with your hands? How about I drive?"

Fu Zhiyang started the car smoothly, looked at the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "You have never seen my driving skills. I can drive with one hand. Besides, wouldn't it be drunk driving to let you drive? I can't take the risk. Take the risk."

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with his steering wheel movement, Lu Xia leaned back in the seat with a soft snort, noncommittal.

The scene outside the window receded rapidly, the car was flickering, and the sound of music made people drowsy.

The uncomfortable feeling in the stomach was not so strong. The alcohol and drowsiness made Lu Xia's consciousness gradually blurred. When he was about to fall into a deep sleep, Fu Zhiyang suddenly said, "Who is that person?"

The deep voice is immersed in the sound of the music, and the tail is very light, gently caressing the ears like a feather.

Lu Xia's eyelashes trembled, she half opened her eyes and said, "Song Shurui."

very familiar name.

Fu Zhiyang held the knuckles of the steering wheel and tapped it, looking straight at the road ahead, as if he was concentrating on driving.

After a while, he asked, "Did he eat with you?"

Lu Yan's eyes that had just been closed opened again, her drowsiness dissipated, and she let out a "hmm".

Fu Zhiyang didn't continue this topic, stepped on the brakes at the red light, and took a look at his face: "Stomach pain?"

Lu Xia lifted up the hair hanging on the side of her face, and said lightly, "It's okay."

Okay.

That's what it means to hurt.

Fu Zhiyang frowned: "Is there any stomach medicine?"

"Have."

"Remember to eat when you go back."

"know."

There was a brief silence in the car again, Lu Xia couldn't fall asleep, and looked out the window with her head propped up.

The road was washed bright by the rain, reflecting the sparkling light, dazzling people's eyes.

The mobile phone in the card slot suddenly vibrated, and Lu Xia picked it up to take a look. It was a message from Yang Fan, telling him not to leave, and wait for the driver to take him back to the hotel.

Lu Xia typed a few words and sent it: No need, someone has already picked her up.

Yang Fan then asked who it was.

Lu Xia: Fu Zhiyang.

Yang Fan:? ! ? !

The phone vibrated a few more times, but Lu Xia ignored it.

He closed his eyes, his body swayed slightly with the car, and suddenly thought that this was his first time riding in Fu Zhiyang's car.

Unlike the car driver who is calm and steady, Fu Zhiyang drives in his own style. With his foot on the gas pedal, he advances by leaps and bounds. Even the speed bumps can't stop his speed. If it wasn't for the lack of traffic in the middle of the night, he might be scolded by many drivers for doing this.

There is a faint fragrance in the car, with a clear aftertaste, like Fu Zhiyang's usual perfume smell.

It smells good, but it makes Lu Xia feel an inexplicable sense of distance.

He couldn't help but think back to the boy in the rented house, sitting on the basketball, drinking soda and listening to music.Sweat soaked the black hair on his forehead, and the T-shirt on his body was covered with dust. Sitting there carelessly, he could smell the orange soda smell from him from a long distance away.

Fu Zhiyang, who was wearing a black shirt and an exquisite wrist watch, made him a little afraid to recognize him.

"looks good?"

A slightly laughing voice interrupted his thoughts.

It was only then that Lu Xia realized that she turned her head at some point, and her eyes were on Fu Zhiyang without any concealment.

He looked slightly stiff, turned his head and coughed lightly: "I didn't look at you."

"Then what are you looking at?" Fu Zhiyang deliberately teased him.

"..." Lu Xia was silent for a moment, probably looking for an excuse, and said, "Look at your watch."

At the end, he tried to cover up and added: "It's pretty nice."

The way this man lied was so cute, Fu Zhiyang couldn't help but want to laugh, but he was afraid of offending him, so he restrained the corners of his mouth from rising, and pretended to be calm: "The watch is for a couple, I bought two at the time, if you like it, Another one can be given to you."

The expression on Lu Xia's face became even more unnatural: "...No need, just keep it for yourself."