Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

The smile on the corner of Fu Shiyu's mouth instantly subsided, returning to his usual alienation and coldness, and he said lightly: "Everyone has worked hard, go ahead and leave me alone, I will leave after a while."

For the next hour, Fu Shiyu stayed on the set all the time, as if he came to the set to watch the filming.

Fu Shiyu was here, and Han Zhou felt that he couldn't even walk anymore, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

When he was lying on the ground with the dead body, his whole body was tense and straight, and he always felt that there was an unkind gaze staring at him, which made him dare not relax at all.

After a night of hard work, Han Zhou earned 80 yuan.

I can't even afford a piece of F's cake...

Jiang Huaining comforted Han Zhou: "Don't be content. For the first time as a group performer, you can eat 200 yuan cake milk tea per person. You have earned 280 yuan. We only filmed for 4 hours, which is equivalent to 70 yuan an hour. It's been pretty good."

Han Zhou: "..."

I don't know why, although he felt that this algorithm was a bit outrageous, but he was really comforted.

"Okay, let's go back." Seeing that Han Zhou was still a little unhappy, Jiang Huaining said, "You don't have to be unhappy. I'll ask tomorrow if there is a play with lines. I can pay more."

Han Zhou curled his lips: "I'm not unhappy because of this."

"I am..." Han Zhou lowered his head, his tone aggrieved, and he muttered in a very small voice as if talking to himself: "He just left without any hesitation, and he didn't even see me. Is it just that I have no sense of existence..."

Han Zhou's voice was too low, Jiang Huaining couldn't hear clearly, "What? What did you just say?"

Han Zhou pouted: "It's nothing."

"I'm calling a bastard." Han Zhou said.

"Oh." Jiang Huaining asked, "Is there any Song Yanchuan bastard?"

"Yes." Han Zhou said with certainty, "I'm even more of a bastard than Song Yanchuan."

Jiang Huaining shook his head, "That's really bastard."

After he came out of the set, Han Zhou's mood was not very high, he looked down at his feet and didn't look at the road.

He just walked behind Jiang Huaining based on his feeling.

After walking a few steps, Han Zhou felt that he was passing a car, but he didn't pay attention or raise his head, and subconsciously planned to go around the car.

Suddenly, there was a very abrupt and piercing and loud siren sound, which startled Han Zhou a lot.

Han Zhou, who was almost scared to death, took several steps back, his face turned pale.

What kind of person, what kind of quality, it's fine to park the car here at night, and it's honking the horn.

He has to go to education.

However, when the car window was lowered and Han Zhou could clearly see the people in the car, his arrogance to teach others to behave was instantly extinguished.

What is Fu Shiyu?

Isn't he gone?

"What are you still doing in a daze? Do you want me to get out of the car and invite you?" Fu Shiyu said coldly.

His voice added a chill to the cool night.

Han Zhou wanted to resist in his heart, because his legs were disobedient, and he got into the car very obediently.

He couldn't stop it.

After getting into the car, Han Zhou looked at Fu Shiyu and smiled happily: "So you didn't leave."

"I thought you were so capable, but you ended up lying dead here?" Fu Shiyu glanced at Han Zhou.

"What happened to the lying corpse? I make money by my own ability. Is it shameful?"

Han Zhou curled his lips and rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction, "You think it's easy to play a dead person, every performance is very professional, okay..."