The group pet, Little Fatty, debuted in the C position

Wen Yuan lost his mind and followed Xi Tuizhi into the box. As soon as the two entered, they were summoned by the director who was sitting in the main seat.

"Come on, come on, there are still two vacancies here." The director called Wen Yuan and Xi Tuizhi to the seats next to him and sat down, picked up the wine that had just been unpacked by his hand, and poured it for Wen Yuan and Xi Tuizhi .

"It's your first day in the group, come and have a drink to get familiar." The director pushed the full wine glass towards the two of them.

Wen Yuan hadn't recovered from Xi Tuizhi's revelation just now, and looked at the middle of the round table with a little dilated pupil.

Seeing the wine being pushed over, Xi Tuizhi felt a headache for a moment.

Before leaving, Cen Yun said that this director is a wine cabinet, and he likes to finish things at the wine table when he talks about things, and he also likes to pour wine when he meets juniors he likes.

But when I saw this, it still gave me a headache.

Xi Tuizhi looked at the reading on the wine bottle calmly, and after confirming that it was not too high, he lifted his own glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Hey, it's still Xiaoxi's refreshment. Come to Xiaowen to have a drink too. I brought this wine specially." The director said, laughing and waiting for Wen Yuan's movements.

Wen Yuan took the wine glass smoothly, his mind was still on He Ciyuan liking him, and he raised his hand foolishly to drink.

"Wait." Xi Tuizhi stretched out his hand to hold down Wen Yuan's movements, and then looked at the director with a smile, "Teacher Zhu and Mr. Huo specifically asked me to take good care of Wen Yuan and told him not to drink, so the director asked me to go back." Talk to Teacher Zhu."

The director has never worked with Zhu Xiaoyue, but it doesn't mean he hasn't heard of Zhu Xiaoyue's connections and influence.

His smile only froze for a second, and then he touched his stubble: "That's all right, Xiao Wen can use tea instead of wine."

Wen Yuan mechanically went to pour a cup of tea, then mechanically raised his hand and drank it in one gulp.

A cup of tea is like drinking a glass of wine.

Xi Tuizhi pinched his eyebrows.

If I had known that I wouldn't have told Wen Yuan just now, I should have waited until the dinner party was over.

He took La Wenyuan's hand under the cover of the table.

Back to God!

Wen Yuan was shocked, and looked at Xi Tuizhi in a panic, his eyes were full of confusion.

what happened?

Before Xi Tuizhi opened his mouth to speak, a young Xiaohua who played the second female role on the opposite side suddenly smiled charmingly.

"It seems that our young master Wen didn't pay attention to this party at all."

Wen Yuan blinked, looked at the second female who was suddenly provocative, lowered his eyes, controlled his expression to make himself appear weaker, and then said: "Maybe the temperature of the air conditioner was turned on a little low last night, and I got dizzy today , not very comfortable."

As he said that, Wen Yuan showed an embarrassed expression: "I'm sorry to disturb sister Liu Yan's dinner party mood."

Tsk tsk tsk, what he said is so sweet.

Liu Yan smashed the chopsticks in her hand: "You..."

The director is not stupid, he saw that Liu Yan was deliberately taking the rhythm, and immediately glanced at Liu Yan with dissatisfaction: "Okay, stop talking."

After warning Liu Yan, he looked at Wen Yuan with concern: "How about it, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Wen Yuan used spells to raise his temperature, and the color of his lips became pale little by little: "The director deliberately made a scene, so it's nothing to be uncomfortable. I'll toast you again."

After finishing speaking, Wen Yuan deliberately pushed the tea away again, poured a glass of wine, and clinked glasses with the blinded director, letting him feel the scorching heat of his hands.

"Your temperature is not low." The director immediately put down the glass and asked Xi Tuizhi to stop Wen Yuan, "Don't drink, don't drink, go to the hospital quickly."

Wen Yuan put down his wine glass in a tangled look, and pretended to be embarrassed: "I won't disturb your dinner party."

"The body is big, and it will delay the shooting if it gets serious." The director said, "Do you want me to ask Xiao He to take you to the hospital?"

Xiao He is the director's assistant, and Wen Yuan has met him before.

"It's rare for them to rest. I'll just ask my assistant to take me there." Wen Yuan said thoughtfully.

The director also remembered that Wen Yuan had brought an assistant, and hurriedly urged: "Go to the hospital quickly, and try not to affect tomorrow's shooting."

"Okay, thank you director." After giving Xi Tuizhi a look of nothing, Wen Yuan left the box.

Putting on the mask, Wen Yuan squeezed into the elevator along the crowd with his head open, freeing his hands to send He Ciyuan a message.

——I found an excuse to slip away, where are you now?

As soon as the news was sent out, He Ciyuan called.

"Go to the car first, I'll be right back." He Ciyuan carried the freshly packed crayfish and crabs, and walked towards a corner where no one was around.

But in the blink of an eye, there was no figure in the corner.

Wen Yuan got off the elevator, lowered the brim of his hat and walked in the direction of the parking lot following his memory.

Walking to the side of the car, he found that He Ciyuan hadn't come back yet, so he leaned against the car, put his hands on the car body, but his fingertips touched the warm skin.

Wen Yuan turned his head and found that He Ciyuan suddenly appeared beside him.

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Guessing that He Ciyuan came back with magic, Wen Yuan withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back.

He Ciyuan noticed Wen Yuan's movements, and his eyes suddenly became darker.

With lowered eyes, he put the crayfish and crab packing bag in his hand into the car, and then pulled Wen Yuan to the back seat of the car.

Go in by yourself, close the door, and do it all in one go.

The lights were not turned on in the small car, and in the darkness, Wen Yuan's sense of smell and hearing were heightened.

He could clearly feel He Ciyuan's breathing and the temperature of his palm on his arm.

"Got it? That half-demon told you?"

He Ciyuan's deep voice passed Wen Yuan's ears ambiguously.

He blushed, his nervous palms were wet, and said in a staggered way: "Who, who knew that you liked me."

"Huh?" He Ciyuan laughed softly, "I didn't say what you know."

Wen Yuan: ...

Oops, my mouth!