I'm a black fan, you have to get used to me

In the end, the painting was auctioned off by Fu Zhun himself at a high price.

The trending searches that night were directly dominated by the subtle love-hate relationship between Fu Zhun and Cen Xiao.

Posts discussing this charity dinner have appeared in major APP communities.

[Directly hit the death scene of a large society - what is the experience of the painting you want to sell being bought by the artist himself? 】

[This charity dinner is really hard to describe, I was so embarrassed for my brother that I picked my toe on the ground. 】

[I think the smile on Teacher Fu's face is stiff. 】

[Fu Zhun must have felt that Bai let him stand in the C position. 】

【No one wants to know why Fu Zhun painted Cen Xiao's portrait? 】

[I just want to know when can I sell 6000 million a painting? 】

It's just that the two parties were completely unaware of the bloodbath on the Internet at that time.

After the dinner, Cen Xiao immediately asked Sun Zuoqiao to ask for Fu Zhun's contact information.

"Ah?" Sun Zuoqiao didn't know what he was doing, and said inexplicably, "Brother, didn't you say you don't want the painting?"

"Yes." Cen Xiao walked towards the direction of his car without looking back, and said casually, "It's just that I didn't snatch it from him during the auction."

Seeing his sudden change of mind, Sun Zuoqiao asked in a daze, "So you want to buy it directly from Teacher Fu?"

"Yeah." Cen Xiao nodded, "Twice if not once, anyway, until he lets go."

Sun Zuoqiao: "..."

In fact, Sun Zuoqiao had already noticed something was wrong, but because he had done something wrong before, he never dared to ask.

But seeing that things were going in a wrong direction, he felt that he had to ask a few more questions: "Brother, do you know Mr. Fu Zhun?"

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao stopped in his footsteps, and after saying "um", he stood in front of the car and did not open the door for a long time.

Because he couldn't find the right words to describe the relationship between the two of them.

The huge parking lot was very quiet, and the atmosphere had been silent for some time before Cen Xiao seemed to have finally thought of something, and slowly said, "Probably because of the old friend's good relationship."

Sun Zuoqiao: "..."

Sun Zuoqiao was extremely shocked by this word.

Obviously he didn't talk too much to ask, but Cen Xiao, who has always been quiet, blew himself up instead. What does it mean?

He stood behind Cen Xiao in astonishment, watching Cen Xiao open the door and get into the car, he didn't notice anything unusual, but raised his eyes and asked him, "Why don't you get in the car?"

Sun Zuoqiao felt that his world view had been greatly impacted.

After a moment of silence, he finally regained his composure and pulled the car door with trembling hands. When he wanted to open the door and get in the car...

But there was another door opening not far away.

They rushed out after declining some dispensable interviews, leaving earlier than other artists.

So there is no one else in the parking lot except them.

Sun Zuoqiao paused when he wanted to pull the door open, but his professional acumen made him look up and look in the direction of the other door opening sound.

Sure enough, the parking space next to them happened to be the familiar wine red sports car.

And the owner of the car seemed to raise his eyes and glance in their direction a second before he opened the door and sat in.

Sun Zuoqiao froze in place suddenly.

He didn't know if Fu Zhun could hear Cen Xiao's very strange "old friend" at this distance.

Fortunately, Fu Zhun didn't mean to embarrass them, and drove away after getting in the car.

It was as if they hadn't seen Cen Xiao's car.

"Brother." After getting into the car, Sun Zuoqiao calmed down, finally accepted the fact, and couldn't help but said, "Teacher Fu Zhun doesn't seem very easy to mess with. Do you want to consider finding a new friend?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

It was like farting, Cen Xiaoli didn't even bother to talk about it.

He inexplicably remembered the phrase "Leave your father alone" that Fu Zhun used to like to say.

But Cen Xiao couldn't tell Sun Zuoqiao like this, so he could only put it mildly: "Can you do what you should do well?"

After being scolded for no reason, Sun Zuoqiao let out an aggrieved "Oh" and didn't dare to mention it again.

But on the way, he suddenly received a call from Meng Zhen.

Meng Zhen obviously saw those inexplicable hot searches, her tone was very displeased, and she asked straight to the point: "What's going on with today's dinner?"

In fact, Sun Zuoqiao had always been a little afraid of his teacher, and when he heard Meng Zhen's question, he didn't dare not answer.

But she was also afraid that Meng Zhen would fire him after hearing about the incident that he took the wrong painting.

So Sun Zuoqiao hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

In the end, Cen Xiao took the phone in his hand and answered for him: "It's nothing, I just sold a painting."

"Are you selling Fu Zhun's paintings?" Meng Zhen has always been wary of the relationship between the two of them: "What do you mean? After all these years, you two are still disconnected?"

"If we are inseparable, why should I sell paintings?" Seeing Meng Zhen's poor tone, Cen Xiao snorted slightly, "Wouldn't it be faster for me to take the paintings and find him to get back together?"

Choked by him, Meng Zhen couldn't get out of her heart, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "Xiao Xiao, you'd better think about your current status, not when you're in a relationship, let alone with a man. when we are in love."

Hearing her mention this matter, Cen Xiao frowned.

He didn't want to spend any more time talking with her, so he hung up the phone and secretly blocked Meng Zhen's phone before returning it to Sun Zuoqiao, telling her, "Hurry up and buy the painting."

Cen Xiao no longer knows how many calls he blocked Meng Zhen.

From your own mobile phone to the mobile phones of the assistants around you.

He even got to the point where he would be annoyed when he heard Meng Zhen's voice.

The relationship between their mother and son was not supposed to be like this.

Slowly exhaling, Cen Xiao looked at Sun Zuoqiao, who was busy asking someone to contact Fu Zhun, and was speechless for a moment.

Buying a painting doesn't sound too difficult.

But the difficult thing is to buy paintings from Fu Zhun.

Sun Zuoqiao struggled with this matter for several days and couldn't finish it.

Fu Zhun doesn't like his contact information to be spread out, so he always uses his work number to the outside world.

But the person under the skin of the job number may not be himself.

Sun Zuoqiao contacted Fu Zhun himself for a few days but failed.

After about half a month, it was finally time for Sun Zuoqiao to catch Fu Zhun's own account.

He was so excited that he burst into tears, and felt that the words he had prepared for a long time finally had a place to post.

With trembling hands, Sun Zuoqiao pasted his words into the dialog box and sent it with one click.

[Hello, Mr. Fu Zhun, I am Cen Xiao's assistant Xiaosun...]

While he was waiting with great anticipation for Fu Zhun to read it silently and give him an answer.

But seeing that Fu Zhun didn't read a few words at all, he replied in seconds——

【? 】

[Let him do it himself. 】

Sun Zuoqiao: "..."

He seriously suspected that Fu Zhun only read the first line.

After a moment of silence, he could only reply politely and obediently——

【Okay, I'll pass it on to Brother Cen Xiao right away. 】

In the end, before this matter was settled, Cen Xiao had a new itinerary and needed him to follow along.

The program team of In the Mood for Love 101 suddenly called and talked to him about inviting Cen Xiao to be the program tutor.

This matter has been discussed once before, but the conditions of the two parties have not been negotiated, and it has not been reached for the time being.

On the contrary, the program team was very optimistic about Cen Xiao, so they decided to ask again.

This time the treatment is indeed quite generous.

As one of Cen Xiao's career fans, Sun Zuoqiao felt that these matters were much more important than asking Fu Zhun to buy paintings.

Being interrupted by such an interruption, Sun Zuoqiao turned his head and forgot about Fu Zhun asking him to contact Cen Xiao.

After the contract was finalized, Sun Zuoqiao, who had been busy for many days, was completely relieved.

Seeing that his eyes were blue and his face was haggard, Cen Xiao couldn't bear to give him a few days off: "Do you want to take a few more days off? I think you are more tired than me."

"This is not good." Sun Zuoqiao always felt that he still had something to do, rubbed his sore eyes and said, "I still have work."

"Leave it to Miss Liu for the time being." Cen Xiao waved his hand: "You go back and rest for a few days before coming back with paid leave."

Since it was a paid vacation, Sun Zuoqiao felt that he had no reason to refuse.

So happy to go home and go to bed.

He didn't know whether it was because he was extremely tired or what, but his problem of forgetting things became more and more serious.

Fu Zhun's incident was completely forgotten by him.

Cen Xiao was also very busy with his schedule, and knowing that he was on vacation, he never asked him.

It wasn't until the day when the program team officially announced the lineup of mentors that Fu Zhun posted a question mark under the Weibo that officially announced Cen Xiao's mentor status, that Sun Zuoqiao suddenly remembered that there was such a person.

However, things have been pushed to the hot search.

Sun Zuoqiao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly opened up the trending searches of #凯骁师证书证买# and #复定问题大师#.

There are already many marketing accounts that have begun to follow the rhythm of the two of them——

[I've seen people transforming from traffic to actors, but I haven't seen people transforming from actors to traffic. 】

【In the Mood for Love 101, have you seen the mentor lineup? 】

[As soon as the mentor lineup was released, it was questioned. 】

After scanning a few lines of sight, Sun Zuoqiao hurriedly got up from the bed, and called Cen Xiao while getting dressed: "Brother!"

"What?" Cen Xiao usually doesn't read Weibo very much, and he still doesn't know what are the most popular searches on Weibo recently.

"Mr. Fu, why doesn't he give you face so much!" Sun Zuoqiao didn't know why Fu Zhun suddenly made an attack, but only saw Fu Zhun posting a question mark under the official Weibo that announced Cen Xiao's status as a mentor.

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao was at a loss: "What's wrong with him?"

"Go and check the trending searches on Weibo." Sun Zuoqiao briefly explained: "If you openly question the strength of your mentor, there will definitely be ridicule from the crowd!"

While he was talking, Cen Xiao had already clicked on Weibo.

Last night, the staff around him helped repost and interact with this Weibo. Click on the one he reposted, and you can see that the most popular comment is Fu Zhun.

A simple question mark and nothing else.

Cen Xiao looked at the question mark and was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "How about the matter of asking you to buy the painting?"

"Ah?" Sun Zuoqiao was shocked when he was asked.

He suddenly remembered what Fu Zhun asked him to convey half a month ago.

Feeling like he had made a big mistake again, Sun Zuoqiao cried bitterly: "Ah! Brother! Teacher Fu told me to tell you before, let you come to him yourself, and I forgot about the show!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Cen Xiao sighed speechlessly.

Looking at it in combination, Cen Xiao immediately guessed that Fu Zhun was really angry again.

Probably still angry for half a month.

Not knowing what to do for a while, Cen Xiao could only ask Sun Zuoqiao to send him Fu Zhun's work number.

While waiting for the friend application to be approved, Cen Xiao took another look at the arrogant question mark under his Weibo.

When Fu Zhun raised the question mark, it was obvious to outsiders that he was questioning the strength of the mentor.

But Cen Xiao inexplicably read out a long string of mournful words from this simple question mark——

I've been waiting for your news for half a fucking month, but you didn't make a sound, just turned around and went to be a mentor on some fucking show.

Cen Xiao.

You have no fucking heart!

Cen Xiao: "..."