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

Cen Xiao's proposal caused resistance in every cell in Fu Zhun's body.

But he couldn't refuse Cen Xiao's request.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

It wasn't until Sun Zuoqiao called that Fu Zhun could be rescued from the crisis.

"Hello? Brother." There was another urgent matter at Sun Zuoqiao's end: "Ms. Meng called me again. She seems to have watched your live broadcast and is very angry now. Do you want to call her?"

"No." Cen Xiao sighed, and replied without thinking, "Tell her that I am no longer a child and know what I am doing."

Hearing his firm tone, Sun Zuoqiao couldn't say anything else, so he could only respond: "That's fine, you two restrain yourself first, and I'll talk to Teacher Meng first."

After a pause, he was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly remembered the important event during the live broadcast just now, he slapped his head and said, "By the way, bro! I forgot to tell you about the photo of your women's clothing, don't worry , I’ll customize a set for you later, and when the clothes arrive, I’ll take pictures, and I can use the number of the studio to explain.”

"Don't bother." Hearing him mention this matter, Cen Xiao glanced at Fu Zhun who had just breathed a sigh of relief, "I have it here."

Sun Zuoqiao: "?"

It seems a bit unbelievable that a big man actually has women's clothing.

People at both ends of the phone fell into inexplicable silence at the same time.

I don't know how long it took, Sun Zuoqiao finally realized something, suddenly exclaimed, and promised very seriously: "Don't worry, bro! I will never tell anyone that you have this habit!"

Cen Xiao: "..."

Hearing the words "this habit", he knew it must be a bad thing.

Opening his mouth, Cen Xiao was dumbfounded for a while, not knowing how to explain it.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zhun next to him seemed to hear Sun Zuoqiao's extremely loud words, and suddenly snickered as if gloating at his misfortune.

It was good that he didn't smile, but this smile made Cen Xiao even more upset.

Cen Xiao stared at Fu Zhun expressionlessly for a while, then suddenly turned his head, and said solemnly to the phone: "Actually, you still have to thank Teacher Fu."

Teacher Fu: "?"

Sun Zuoqiao: "?"

"It's because he saved you a lot of trouble." Cen Xiao used all his acting skills here when he was filming, and he spoke with emotion: "If it wasn't because of his strange little habit, then your workload... "

Before he could finish speaking, the call came to an abrupt end.

Fu Zhun sneered, threw Cen Xiao's phone aside, ground his teeth and said, "Give me the blame?"

Cen Xiao looked at him not to be outdone, "Schadenfreude?"

"I didn't." Fu Zhun felt that he just laughed just now, and he was not guilty of death, so he quibbled: "I just think your assistant is ridiculously stupid."

"It's kind of stupid." Cen Xiao recalled the stupid things Sun Zuoqiao did before, and couldn't help but said, "Stupider than you."

Fu Zhun: "..."

With a soft snort, Fu Zhun knew that he might not be able to quarrel him, so he simply picked up the skirt at the end of the bed, waved it in front of Cen Xiao's eyes, and diverted his attention: "Brother, when are you going to wear it?"

As soon as he heard his words, Cen Xiao knew that he was excited again.

In the next moment, Cen Xiao immediately changed into the weak and powerless appearance just now, coughed twice and said: "It will take two days, brother is so tired."

Fu Zhun: "..."

"Don't pretend to me." Fu Zhun turned over and held him down, and shouted unconvinced: "You are not tired at all."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Zhun suddenly closed his mouth, and looked at Cen Xiao with an aggrieved face, as if he was quite worried: "Is there something wrong with me? Are other boys like this?"

Cen Xiao: "..."

"You're fine." Cen Xiao pushed him away dumbfounded: "You don't know how much you can do yourself?"

He clearly told the truth, but Fu Zhun felt that there was something wrong.

This person didn't know which muscle was wrong, as if he had found some loophole, he squinted at Cen Xiao: "How do you know?"

"?"

"Who are you comparing me to?"

"..."

"Would you do it with me?" Cen Xiao closed his eyes with a headache, and leaned into Fu Zhun's arms: "Either help me take a bath, or sleep now, stop arguing."

"Damn it." Hearing this scumbag speaking, Fu Zhun was shocked and incoherent: "We've only been together for how long, and you're so indifferent? Are you human, Cen Xiao?"

Hearing that he opened his mouth and began to chatter, Cen Xiao raised his head slightly and looked at him seriously: "Did you make a mistake?"

"?"

"We are Pao. Friends."

"..."

"Xiao Fu, please pay attention to your identity."

"? My mother..."

So that night, Fu Zhun really became a conscientious and good friend.

When Cen Xiao woke up the next morning, his bones were soft.

He didn't even have the strength to stretch, he just wanted to bury his head and continue to sleep.

It's a pity that someone wants to disturb his dream.

"Get up, brother." Fu Zhun whispered in his ear: "Your fans are waiting to be fed under your Weibo, and they want to see you wearing skirts."

"Don't bother me." Cen Xiao is simply a model of getting out of bed and denying others.

Before he got out of bed, he had already turned his face: "If you want to wear it, you can wear it."

"They don't want to watch it either." Fu Zhun said quite aggrieved: "You have some fans who are going to call me an idiot."

Cen Xiao: "..."

Hearing the sound, Cen Xiao finally had some reaction.

Without even opening his eyes, he lazily said, "It deserves it."

Fu Zhun: "..."

Cursing his lips, seeing that Cen Xiao was not up to the trick, Fu Zhun began to change his strategy to trick him out of bed: "Brother, it's not just your fans who are waiting to be fed."

"?"

"Even your Pao friends are waiting to be fed."

"..."

Hearing that he had another sign of wanting to do something evil, Cen Xiao immediately looked at him warily: "Why, Pao You also want to see me in a skirt? Stop dreaming."

"No." Seeing that he refused, Fu Zhun was not in a hurry, so he simply put his chin against his pillow, and said obediently: "Actually, as long as it's you, it doesn't matter if you have a skirt or not."

His words inexplicably became sensational, and Cen Xiao's scalp felt a little numb.

There was a trace of vigilance in his eyes, and he thought that Fu Zhun must be messing up again.

Sure enough, the next moment, Fu Zhun spoke again——

"Ming people don't speak secretly."

"I mainly want to see you in white silk."

Cen Xiao: "..."

……

It's just that the photos Cen Xiao posted on Weibo didn't have white silk.

He still wore a princess dress properly.

The photo was taken by Fu Zhun.

Cen Xiao looked at the four women's clothing photos on his Weibo, and couldn't help sighing, "How much did Mr. Fu charge for this one?"

"In your case," Fu Zhun raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "[-] million per sheet."

Cen Xiao: "..."

"You owe me [-] million now." Fu Zhun looked Cen Xiao up and down, and asked, "Can you pay it back? If you can't pay it back, I can think of other ways."

Upon hearing this, Cen Xiao knew that what he said was definitely not serious, so he kicked him speechlessly, not bothering to reason.

It didn't take long for his weibo account of women's clothing to become a trending search.

Originally, this was all expected, but Sun Zuoqiao still called in a panic.

"Brother," he wailed distressedly on the other end of the phone, "You two are too careless to take pictures."

"What's wrong?" Cen Xiao finally distracted him after reading the script: "Where is the carelessness?"

He felt that with Fu Zhun's photography skills, there would definitely not be a car rollover accident.

What's more, he also looked at the photos and didn't see any problems.

Sun Zuoqiao was silent and sent him a screenshot.

It's a post in Lixiao CP Chaohua——

[Dawn is really irreversible: look at the black wall clock behind my brother, there is a reflection in it. [picture]】

Cen Xiao: "..."

He frowned in disbelief, and clicked on the picture posted by the poster.

He looked at the black wall clock circled in red, only to realize that there was really a reflection of Fu Zhun inside.

It's just that the distance is far away, the reflection is blurry and small, and with the camera blocking it, the face cannot be seen clearly at all.

Cen Xiao felt nothing.

Someone commented below:

[This reflection is the photographer, it may not necessarily be Mr. Fu. 】

[Ms. Fu can't take pictures? 】

[But it may also be brother's other photographers. 】

Seeing that there are still people who don't believe it, the blogger began to release other analysis——

[It is known that the pajamas Mr. Fu wore on "What a Big World Is Hot" are silk suits from BAPTISM, navy blue, white borders, and white English prints. [picture]】

【Then let's look at the person in this reflection. 】

[The color of the clothes is too dark, we are not sure if it is navy blue, but the white border and white English printing can still be seen clearly, as shown in the picture. [picture]】

[With so many details overlapping, isn't this Mr. Fu himself? 】

[No, no, no?Is there anyone who doesn't believe it?Then I’m going to ask a question——]

[Whose photographer is wearing pajamas to take pictures of others?ah?ah?You?Go find a photographer and ask him to come to your bedroom in pajamas to take pictures of you! 】

Cen Xiao: "..."

Originally, the same style of shirts and the like could barely explain it, but Cen Xiao didn't know how to explain the last sentence.

Would a normal photographer run to someone's house in their pajamas to take pictures?

It is impossible to get up in the morning and come out in pajamas when you are going to be late.

No one would believe this.

After a moment of silence, he decided to consult the professional Sun Zuoqiao: "What do you think is the best way to handle this matter?"

However, Sun Zuoqiao is also a little overwhelmed now.

He was tortured by Meng Zhen, he fought wits with Meng Zhen, and was forced to ask a lot about Cen Xiao and Fu Zhun.

"Let me think about it." Sun Zuoqiao scratched his head and said, "I think it's fine as long as you don't respond, but I'll still go to the studio to hold a meeting with them later to discuss the public relations plan. "

"Okay." Cen Xiao nodded, paused for a moment and then said suddenly: "If there is really nothing you can do, then don't force yourself."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Sun Zuoqiao knew that Cen Xiao wanted to break the jar.

To him, this is really nothing. He didn't want to continue to be in the entertainment industry.

Just find an excuse to quit.

But Sun Zuoqiao still wants Cen Xiao to continue out of selfishness.

"I'll go to them for a meeting first." Sun Zuoqiao sighed: "Actually, today's matter is not too serious. The hot topics are all about whether your women's clothes look good or not."

"It's just that someone found a problem in CP Chaohua. Most people don't have a microscope to see such small details." Sun Zuoqiao pondered for a moment and then ordered: "Brother, just don't respond. We will tell you after the discussion."

"En." Cen Xiao nodded in response.

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at Fu Zhun who was scrolling through Weibo, frowned slightly and asked, "Is that 'Dawn Is Really Irreversible' in Chaohua?"

Suddenly a cauldron fell from the sky, Fu Zhun sighed speechlessly: "Why me?"

"You have a lot of trumpets." Cen Xiao snorted coldly, "The one with the long name before, isn't it you?"

Being exposed by him mercilessly, Fu Zhun was dumbfounded for a moment, and defended in a low voice: "I only have that trumpet."

Seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, Cen Xiao raised his eyebrows and asked another key question: "Then this photo..."

He showed Fu Zhun the photo of the microscope girl circled in red: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Fu Zhun: "..."

This time he really did it on purpose.

When taking pictures, he racked his brains and tried every means to find an angle that could take a good picture of Cen Xiao and reflect his reflection.

Finally, I chose this black wall clock that is easy to be ignored.

Seeing that his little thoughts were discovered by Cen Xiao, Fu Zhun didn't want to argue anymore.

It's just that he found a reasonable, even teasing, excuse for himself——

"Neither of us took a picture together."

"I just want to be in the same frame as my brother."

"What's the problem?"

Cen Xiao: "..."