The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Fu Zhiyang managed to leave Fu Hai angrily, and the door was slammed shut with a "bang".

Lu Xia looked at the broken door, which was always an innocent victim, and then looked at the two halves of the bank card on the ground. The veins on his forehead twitched, he gritted his teeth, pointed at Fu Zhiyang and said, "Get out of here too."

The bastard rolled shamelessly on his bed wrapped in a quilt: "No, he will be yours from now on, and you have to be responsible."

"..."

Lu Xia casually grabbed a pair of trousers and threw them on his face, holding back her temper and saying, "Put on the trousers and get out."

Fu Zhiyang rolled his hair into a mess, sat up with his messy hair, stretched out his hand and said, "Underwear."

Lu Xia wished she could put her underwear on his head.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the rising fire, and took out a pair of underwear from the cabinet, without looking at whose it was, he threw it over with his backhand.

Fu Zhiyang reached out and grabbed it, gestured to his body, and said innocently: "This is yours, right?"

little... oh...

Lu Xia couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed a handful of clothes and threw them at him: "Shut up! You can find it yourself!" After speaking, he slammed the door and walked away.

The crumbling door couldn't bear the repeated abuse, dust and sawdust fell down, choking Fu Zhiyang to cough a few times.

He got dressed and stepped on a bank card that was split in half when he got out of bed.Fu Zhiyang moved his foot away, bent down to pick it up, and threw it into the trash can without hesitation.

In this way, he changed from a rich young master who spent money like water to a penniless pauper, even poorer than Lu Yan.

Fu Zhiyang, who had no money, couldn't afford fried chicken, so he could only wait at home anxiously for Lu Xia to come back and cook for him.

As a result, this person didn't know if it was intentional, and he didn't come back until night.

Lu Yan carried a bag of vegetables and didn't look at Fu Zhiyang after entering the house.

When Fu Zhiyang saw him coming back, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he leaned over to take a look, and found that there was no meat at all, and his eyes dimmed in an instant: "Just eat these."

"If you don't want to eat, buy it yourself."

Fu Zhiyang choked and didn't speak again.

He didn't feel anything when he had money before, but now that he has no money, Fu Zhiyang realizes that life is so sad.

It's okay to have no meat for a while, and I can't even afford bath water, and the water has to be cut off every three to five times.Fu Zhiyang complained in his heart but didn't dare to speak out, lest Lu Yan give him a hard time.

Rent is a big expense, and Sister Chen came to collect it once, and she was keenly aware of the change in Lu Xia's attitude.In the past, when this person was rich, he would always ignore her, but now he will take the initiative to ask when he will pay it next month.

Sister Chen immediately put on that bitter and mean face, and taunted her in a strange way: "Hey, what's the matter, aren't you good at eating soft food? Now people won't support you anymore?"

Before Lu Yan could speak, Fu Zhiyang, who was cleaning up the dishes, became angry first.He slapped his chopsticks hard, looked at Sister Chen with a cold face, lifted his lips and said, "Get lost."

Sister Chen was not afraid of Lu Yan, a lunatic, but rather this vicious young man, who would rush to take the money and leave.

As soon as she rolled, Fu Zhiyang immediately put away his cold face, and grinned at Lu Xia: "Let's eat."

Lu Xia frowned, and suddenly asked him while eating: "Did I owe you in my previous life?"

Fu Zhiyang stuffed a big mouthful of rice, and said vaguely: "Maybe."

Possibly shit.

Facts have proved that Lu Xia was definitely Fu Zhiyang's father-killing enemy in her previous life.

The next day Lu Xia went to work in the restaurant as usual, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw a fair and clean young man talking and laughing with the boss.For some reason, Lu Xia suddenly had a bad feeling.

When the boss saw him enter the door, the smile on his mouth softened a little, he beckoned him to come over, and said: "Lu Xia, you also know that there have been many guests recently, and you are often overwhelmed. You always asked for leave a while ago, which delayed you a lot. In my heart, you actually...you understand." He said, sighing, looking apologetic, "It just so happens that there is a child in my relative's family who wants to work part-time, so I will keep him."

The boss didn't say anything later, saving him the last face.

Lu Yan had a calm face, neither pleading nor angry, without the slightest expression on his face, and replied lightly: "I see."

The boss stopped him, took out a few hundred yuan from his pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "This is what was deducted from you before, so I won't take it. You can take it."

Lu Xia paused for a moment, clenched the money in his hand, and left without saying a word.

He has always owed nothing to anyone, and he has to leave neatly when he leaves.

Lu Xia walked to the crossroads with the last trace of calmness, the money in her hand was clenched into a ball, like waste paper.When the boss gave him the money just now, Lu Xia almost tore it up.

What he hates most is a slap and a sweet date, as if others are so rare.

But Lu Yan had to admit that he was really rare.

He needs money.He has to eat, he has to pay the rent, he has to pay the postage for submissions, and now he has to raise another bastard.

The urban area at night is extremely lively, with crowds of pedestrians coming and going, and the sound of noise and traffic rushing towards us.Lu Yan is like a different kind, being carried forward by the flow of people.

The only job is gone, and the money will run out sooner or later.When Lu Yan came home that night, for the first time, he was willing to clean up his messy table.He piled up the manuscripts by category and put them in a wooden box.

Fu Zhiyang watched silently from the side.

He knew what these manuscripts meant to Lu Xia.Seeing him picking up the box, Fu Zhiyang thought he was going to throw it away, so he quickly reached out to stop him: "Wait, what are you trying to do?"

Lu Xia said, "Put it up."

Put it up?Stop writing?Fu Zhiyang didn't ask, he already knew the answer from his frozen face.

He wanted to persuade Lu Xia, but there was no way to persuade him.

After living for more than ten years, Fu Zhiyang, who has always had no concept of money, experienced the cruelty of reality for the first time.

He stood there for a while, then suddenly remembered something, went to the bed and squatted down, and took out all the sneakers under the bed.Many of them are the latest models of this year, and they should be sold for a lot of money.

So the next day, Fu Zhiyang went out with a bag of shoes.

Lu Yan didn't know where she went early in the morning, she probably didn't eat any food.Fu Zhiyang bought two buns on a hungry stomach, and ate them as he walked.

There is a second-hand shoe store near the school, and the business is pretty good. The proprietress kept all the shoes that Fu Zhiyang brought over.He counted the money in his hand, it should be enough for the two of them to eat for two or three months.

Fu Zhiyang stuffed the money into the innermost layer of his schoolbag and put it away, then went to school.

Life in school is lackluster. Fu Zhiyang only sleeps and plays games. As long as he raises his head, get out of class must be over.When school was over, a few classmates came to ask him to play basketball, Fu Zhiyang regained his energy immediately, carried the ball to the playground, and played heartily.

"Let's go." Someone said: "It's almost dark, if you don't go, the uncle will come to scold you again."

Before the words were finished, the uncle in security uniform dragged his broom and ran towards them at a brisk pace, pointing at them and yelling aggressively: "It's so late! Get out! It's about to close!"

Several teenagers jumped faster than rabbits, and disappeared after a while.

There used to be various vendors outside the school gate, but now there are no people there, only the smell of grilled skewers still lingers in the air.Suddenly someone suggested: "There is a new Chuan Chuan shop nearby, do you want to eat it?"

Fu Zhiyang wanted to refuse, but couldn't hold back the booing of a group of people, so he had no choice but to follow.

The Chuan Chuan shop is near the commercial street, with various neon lights lighting up the gloomy sky. There are a few employees handing out leaflets standing in front of the shop, handing them to everyone they meet, and receiving a lot of cold eyes.

Fu Zhiyang turned his gaze inadvertently, as if he had discovered something, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Diagonally opposite was a dessert shop. A man wearing a pink apron stood in the middle of the road like a log, holding a stack of leaflets in his hand. He picked one up and handed it to passers-by, as if he had accidentally scratched at someone’s house. , was pointed at the nose and scolded.

The man's face was a bit ugly, and he didn't fight back when he was scolded, and he bowed and apologized honestly.As dusk came on, the shadows of the trees grew thicker, and he stood there in the shadows, looking clumsy and ridiculous.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him standing still, the classmate followed his gaze and asked, "Which dessert do you want?"

Fu Zhiyang shook his head.

His eyes flickered slightly, his hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched together, and the nails dug into his palms, piercing him with pain.