The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

After coming out of the restaurant, it was already dark, and the twilight was everywhere, and the rays of the sun were dazzling.

Lu Xia squinted his eyes in discomfort, didn't pay attention to his feet, and tripped over the carpet on the raised side of the door. He was already dizzy and couldn't stand still, but now his body couldn't help leaning forward, and he was about to pounce on Yang Fan in front of him. The back, the arm was grabbed by someone.

Fu Zhiyang withdrew his hand calmly, slowed down his pace, and continued to chat with Zhao Ke on the topic just now: "Why do you say that there are almost no orange-flavored things in the crew?"

Zhao Ke covered his mouth and lowered his voice, and said with a smile, "Because Director Lu, he doesn't like the smell."

"Really..." Fu Zhiyang looked at Lu Yan's stiff back just now, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his tone sounded casual: "That's really unfortunate, I really like orange flavor."

There were two cars parked at the door. Zou Yue was about to get into his own car, but Yang Fan grabbed his neck tightly and dragged him to the other car, gesticulating with one hand, and muttered: "I'll go with you." You say Lao Zou, don’t listen to the nonsense of Lu, he can make a movie, he knows nothing about love, your wife is in a cold war with you, right? Let’s go, I’ll help you out..."

Zou Yue was so entangled by him, he turned his head and said to the three people behind him, "Get in my car and ask the driver to take you back to the hotel. I'll see you at the crew tomorrow... Hey, hey, old Yang, don't pull my hair!"

Lu Yan got a headache from the two people's quarrel, and seeing Yang Fan coming up to him, smelling of alcohol, she leaned back with a wrinkled face, and pushed him away unceremoniously, "Go to the other side, get out of here."

Fu Zhiyang walked forward with a smile, helped Yang Fan and Zou Yue into the car, stood outside the car window and said: "Brother Yang, Director Zou, remember to drink some hangover soup when you go back."

"Who is your brother?" Yang Fan stretched out his head and shouted dissatisfiedly, "Uncle Yang!"

Fu Zhiyang just smiled and watched the driver drive the two away.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, only the noisy cicadas and the leaves whirling. Lu Xia felt a pain in her stomach. She gritted her teeth, opened the door without saying a word and sat in the back seat, resting her head on the car window and closing her eyes wearily.

Zhao Ke stood where he was, and was about to ask Fu Zhiyang whether he was in the co-pilot or the back, but before he could say anything, he walked to the other side of the car fluently, opened the door and waved his hand to him, then lowered his head and got into the car. the back seat of the car.

Zhao Ke: "..."

The co-pilot obviously has a wide and spacious view, so why is there no one sitting there?

He sat in the co-pilot with trepidation and greeted the driver.

The night has just begun, and the dazzling and colorful neon lights on both sides of the road are lit up one after another, reflecting the dimly lit compartment through the glass.

Lu Xia frowned subconsciously, the car was obviously very air-conditioned, and a drop of sweat slipped quietly from his smooth forehead.

Fu Zhiyang sat beside him, there was only a slight gap between the arms of the two of them, and if they were not paying attention, they would stick together tightly.

The back seat is actually spacious enough, but two adult men leaning side by side on the back of the seat is still a bit crowded.

The sound insulation effect of the car is excellent, and all the hustle and bustle outside is isolated. Fu Zhiyang tilted his head slightly, and he could almost hear Lu Xia's subtle breathing.

Zhao Ke, who was sitting in front, hung his head, as if he had fallen asleep.

The driver is driving intently, and the navigation route is displayed on the interior rearview mirror screen.

No one will notice the back.

The knuckle fingers touched Lu Ya's cheeks, brushed away the messy hair, and wiped away the sweat with a light rub of the knuckles.

"Hmm..." Lu Yan hummed as if feeling something, tilted his head inward, moved his eyelids, but did not open them.

The screen of Fu Zhiyang's cell phone lit up on his lap. It was a call from his manager. He looked down and didn't answer.

Then the WeChat page popped up.

Zheng Yilan: Zhiyang, where are you?Why don't you answer the phone?

Fu Zhiyang: It's not convenient now, I'll call you when I get back to the hotel.

Zheng Yilan didn't reply again, Fu Zhiyang guessed that she was angry.

He could probably guess why she was angry too.

Anyone who takes over a disobedient artist will probably not be in a good mood.

Fu Zhiyang's eyes fell on Lu Xia's side face, the light and shadow alternated, his facial features were hazy, the lantern cast a layer of gentle light on him, and the hidden red mole behind his ear was faintly visible.

Lu Xia's hair was slightly longer behind the ear, covering from the pinna to the earlobe. Even Aya, who was always by his side, didn't know that he had such a mole.

Fu Zhiyang's throat rolled slightly, and he raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch it, but he finally took it back.

Forget it, take your time.

The car arrived at the hotel half an hour later, Zhao Ke suddenly woke up with a ding from the navigation system.

"It's here..." He yawned inarticulately, and looked back——

Lu Xia was still asleep with her eyes closed, unaware of the movement around her.

Fu Zhiyang gestured to him, signaling him to get out of the car first.

Zhao Ke gently pushed the door open, and as soon as he stood still, he saw Fu Zhiyang also got out of the car and walked over.

There are often paparazzi squatting at the entrance of the hotel to secretly take pictures. Fu Zhiyang caught a glimpse of a flickering light spot in his peripheral vision, and his eyes darkened calmly. He tapped lightly with his finger on the doorknob, and turned to Zhao Ke and said, "Come and help me." Do me a favor and help Director Lu down."

Zhao Ke hurriedly approached, stood by his side, and quickly supported Lu Xia's body that slid down when the door was opened.

Lu Yan frowned, struggling to open her eyelids, sleepy and uncomfortable, vaguely saw the familiar hotel in front of her, the strings in her mind tightened, and she suddenly woke up.

"Director Lu, are you awake?" Zhao Ke tentatively stretched out his palm and shook it in front of his eyes.

Lu Xia tossed her loose hair casually, half-closed her eyes and calmed down, and said angrily, "I'm not blind."

A chuckle came from the side, and Lu Yan turned her head, only to find that Fu Zhiyang was looking at him leisurely.

The chaotic brain froze for a moment, Lu Xia staggered his eyes, and walked towards the door in a nonchalant way. He was feeling very uncomfortable now, and he just wanted to find a bed to lie down on.

The hotel lobby was brightly lit, and a young girl with short hair was sitting on a bench.

She was dozing off with her head down, when she heard footsteps, she suddenly raised her head, her gaze fell on the person who entered the door last, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "Brother Zhiyang, I thought you weren't coming back."

Then he saw the person passing in front of him clearly, and his eyes widened: "Lu... Director Lu?"

Lu Yan walked straight past as if she didn't hear it.

Fu Zhiyang paused until he saw Lu Xia and Zhao Ke disappearing at the corner of the corridor, then turned his head and smiled at her, "Zheng Yilan told you to wait for me?"

"Yes." Meng Xue nodded fiercely. She dared not listen to Zheng Yilan's words. She obediently waited here for a long time and even put herself to sleep. Thinking of this, Meng Xue lowered her head in embarrassment.

"Did you buy the medicine?"

"Huh? Oh, I bought it."

About half an hour ago, Fu Zhiyang sent her a message, asking her to buy hangover medicine and stomach medicine.

Meng Xue rummaged through her pockets and said worriedly: "Brother Zhiyang, did you drink a lot? If you have a stomachache, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"It's not for me." Fu Zhiyang took the medicine and glanced at it, then walked towards the elevator.

Meng Xue hurriedly followed and asked curiously, "Who is that for?"

Fu Zhiyang watched the elevator door slowly close in front of his eyes, leaned against the wall behind him with his pockets in his pocket, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Meng Xue shut up knowingly and focused on the beating numbers on the display.

Four or five seconds later, the elevator door opened. She looked back at Fu Zhiyang, waved her hand and whispered: "Brother Zhiyang, I'm leaving first, you remember to rest early."

Fu Zhiyang nodded slightly, but there was no one around, his eyes fell on the medicine box in his hand.

The medicine box is very familiar, and the packaging has not been changed for so many years.

He once lost his temper with the person who took this medicine, smashed the water glass to the ground, and even said indiscriminately: "If you can't drink, don't drink it! A big man goes out to drink with him every day. How shameless are you?"

"If you don't drink with me, you support me." The man replied not to be outdone, his eyelashes were soaked in cold sweat, and he looked weak and weak, with the same mean sneer at the corner of his mouth: "If you can't support me, then Leave me alone, get out!"

The night was dark, the glass windows at the end of the corridor were not closed, and a cool breeze was blowing in. Fu Zhiyang stood still in front of the door and cleared his throat.

He glanced at the room number, made sure he was in the right place, and raised his hand to knock on the door lightly.

The people inside were probably already asleep, but they certainly didn't sleep well.

Fu Zhiyang knocked patiently several times, and finally heard a sound coming from inside, as if something had been knocked over.

After a while, the door opened a crack, and Lu Xia's obviously impatient voice sounded: "Who?"

Fu Zhiyang didn't say who he was, and stuffed two boxes of medicine through the crack of the door, "Remember to take the medicine, don't drink so much in the future."

After being silent for a while, Lu Xia reached out to take it.

"...Understood." Lu Xia said.

No extra words, no thank you, no question why.

The door clicked shut.

Fu Zhiyang stood quietly at the door for a while, until he was blown by the wind and felt the chill, then he suddenly came back to his senses.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, walked to the glass window, leaned his elbows on the window sill, and had a panoramic view of the speeding vehicles on the road not far away and the lit street lights along the street.

The call connects after a few seconds.

"Hello? Zhiyang?"

"Sister Zheng." The environment was so quiet that Fu Zhiyang lowered his voice unconsciously.

Zheng Yilan took a deep breath, as if restraining her emotions.

She is the gold medal manager of FM company, and she has managed countless big names before. This time, she wanted to bring a newcomer on a whim, but she met a "hard stubble" unexpectedly.

She didn't want to get angry. In fact, Fu Zhiyang has always been very obedient, courteous and courteous, and he didn't even need to bother to arrange any persona for him. He is a very attractive existence.

Whether it's appearance, personality or acting skills, Fu Zhiyang's stardom is destined to be extraordinary, Zheng Yilan felt that it was necessary to have a serious talk with him.

"Zhi Yang, I've been waiting for your explanation."

Fu Zhiyang took out a lollipop from his pocket and put it in his mouth, he gave an indistinct "hmm", he knew that Zheng Yilan just wanted to vent, the matter had come to this point, no more explanations would be useless.

Sure enough, Zheng Yilan continued to say: "I still can't understand why you insist on participating in movie auditions, even rejecting the variety show I arranged for you. You are destroying your own career, you know?"

She paused and continued: "First of all, I don't have any complaints about Lu Yan himself. He is indeed an excellent director, which is undeniable, but those voices that accompany him are not good for you...Zhi Yang, you too You see, there are speculations about your relationship on the Internet, you have just stepped into this circle, and you haven't accumulated enough popularity yet, these public opinions will tarnish your image to a certain extent."

She sighed: "You are so capricious."

The orange-flavored sugar melted in his mouth, reminding him of the orange-flavored soda he drank when he was young.

Fu Zhiyang smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Sister Zheng, believe me, the situation won't be that bad."