Do you deserve to tease me?

After the filming of this scene, my role with Fu Yanxu is over.

But I sat at the table for a long time without moving.

In fact, when I chose this play for Fu Yanxu, the last scene moved me the most.

I'm pretty sure this guy can top up his points.

This drama will also be the first stepping stone on his road to great success.

But I really didn't expect that I would end with such emotion, and turned my head, just in time to see Fu Yanxu standing next to the screenwriter with red eyes.

I was startled.

I thought to myself that my acting skills are so good, how could he sigh to himself like this when he sees it?

Xiaofeng sighed beside him: "Your drama is just right!"

The assistant director also praised repeatedly: "How did you think of taking off the mask? This detail is too good!"

I would love to be humble and humble.

But Fu Yanxu looked at me, and I was a little speechless.

I asked Xiaofeng, "What happened to him?"

Xiaofeng said: "As soon as you take off the mask, he will be like this, I don't know."

Only the assistant director and screenwriter looked at me with complicated expressions.

They aspired to move away together.

Inexplicably, there was no one else between Fu Yanxu and me.

I walked over.

Before he could react, he dragged him into the dressing room.

The scene was still a bit embarrassing.

As soon as we entered the room, he bumped his head against the back of the sofa, and I almost tripped over him.

Fortunately, I have strong martial arts skills, and I managed to stabilize my figure only after I mastered a unique skill in martial arts.

But Fu Yanxu is not so glamorous.

He stuck to the back of the sofa and began to play dead.

I looked at it for a while, picked up a chair and sat aside, and asked, "Are you there?"

Fu Yanxu didn't speak.

I asked again: "Are you dead?"

Fu Yanxu turned over and looked at me for two seconds, he said angrily: "If you have something to say, don't look for trouble."

Is such that.

His attitude is as bad as ever, and the more I look at it, the more unhappy I feel.

But who am I.

The president was born with a self-cultivation and style.

When others treat me with cynicism and disdain, I will repay my kindness with a smile and bear it.

It's hard to say what you will do after you can't bear it anymore.

I take a deep breath.

I said: "Seeing that you are not in the right state, why, you didn't play?"

"Is there anything I haven't done?" Fu Yanxu sat on the ground not very elegantly, with her head resting on the corner of the sofa, "I've been out of the show for a long time."

That would be great, I said, then who am I?

Fu Yanxu blurted out: "Lord Fang."

have to.

I look at him and he looks at me.

We fell into a long silence.

For Fu Yanxu, the bad thing is that he really got into the show.

From the moment he knew that he was going to die for the country, he devoted himself to the pride of an alchemist who would go to death calmly.

Of course, he might have been brainwashed by the screenwriter to have an affair with Mr. Fang.

He watched the plot with me over and over twenty times, and every time he sneered and said it was meaningless and not difficult.

But not having difficulty and not getting into the show are two different things.

As soon as he entered the play, he not only went to die calmly, but also understood the alchemist's feelings with empathy.

In his heart, I am no longer me, and he is not him.

In short, he and I should be two paper people now.

Briefly explain his current mental activity.

That is.

——The CP, BE.

Yes.

It's easy for Fu Yanxu to get into the show, but it's hard to get out of the play, but what's even more difficult is that he feels like he's taking CP.

He felt that the alchemist's affection for the other party surpassed everything.

It can no longer be described as love without speaking.

I can't say enough.

He got up from the ground, sat on the sofa, and asked me indifferently: "What do you think? Does Master Fang love him or not?"

Why is he asking me this question.

I feel extremely complicated.

We sat across the coffee table from each other.

A few minutes later, the screenwriter squeezed in and sat next to me.

She asked eagerly, "What are you talking about?"

Fu Yanxu turned her head and said nothing.

I also made a few perfunctory sentences to discuss the plot.

The screenwriter immediately slapped her palm, and she said: "The two people who love each other are separated forever by fate. What a sadistic relationship!"

...I am speechless.

Fu Yanxu nodded over there.

He took it for granted.

The screenwriter added: "The first time they met was in a Taoist temple in the mountains. One of them was spotless and the other was covered in dust. What a soul-stirring beginning this is!"

I frowned.

I asked the screenwriter: "Didn't the director say that this show—"

"Slow," the screenwriter said with an unpredictable expression, "Although the director said that this drama is not that kind of drama, the audience must not think so. If the audience doesn't think so, then this drama is that kind of drama."

Fu Yanxu also nodded repeatedly.

I frowned even tighter.

I sighed, "What about the male lead?"

The screenwriter replied: "What's the matter? If you like to watch that kind of show, you can watch that kind. If you don't like it, this is still a period drama that promotes positive energy!"

... She made a good point.

I stood up feeling powerless to refute, and opened the door of the dressing room.

Then Xiaofeng Diandianer came to fan me.

I said what are you fanning about.

Xiaofeng said respectfully, "I'll put out the fire for you."

It is not necessary to extinguish the fire, I said, according to your fanning method, the fire will only grow bigger.

Anyway, the play is over.

The only thing I want to do is to go back to my luxurious big villa and waste time.

Unfortunately.

As soon as I went back and lay down, melodious singing sounded in my ears, Secretary Qi came to the door.

He told me: "Mr. Shen, Mr. Ye is looking for you."

I waved my hand weakly.

Just as I was about to tell him to come back next time, Secretary Xiang Qi quickly invited Ye Chaoying for me to come in.

I had no choice but to sit up and lean on the sofa.

Ye Chaoying walked in with his head down, raised his eyes to look at me for a few seconds, and then paled in shock: "Why are you in this position, your body is about to fail?"

I said fart, get out.

Ye Chaoying said: "Oh, it's all right, very healthy."

I can't be bothered to talk to him.

Ye Chaoying said again: "Boss Shen, brother, I got everything you want."

I said oh, he came to me to ask for a company.

But it's not that simple, I said, let me hear.

Ye Chaoying respectfully handed me this recording.

I turned it on and listened to it for about ten seconds, then hung up silently.

Ye Chaoying looked at me, and I looked at Ye Chaoying.

I said, "Don't you want to vomit after listening to his lines?"

Ye Chaoying immediately replied seriously: "Mr. Shen, of course I feel nauseous, but for you, for our company, and for thousands of people, I just held back the nausea!"

I said ok.

I can see your loyalty to me and keep it in my heart.

Then, under his expectant gaze, I called Secretary Qi in.

I said: "One of you is my good brother and the other is my good secretary. You two should go to the company to work hard together."

After Ye Chaoying heard this, his face turned pale.

Secretary Qi took two steps back after listening.

I sighed faintly, leaning lazily on the pillow, originally I wanted to say a word of peace.

The old butler came over at this moment and threw the phone in front of me.

Xiaofeng sent me a text message saying: Mr. Shen, something is wrong, Fu Yanxu got drunk at the bar, 10 minutes later, [-] people came to strike up a conversation.

It's none of my business.I sneered and took the phone.

After two seconds.

With amazing willpower, I got up from the sofa, took the car keys and went out the door.