Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

Fu Chao deliberately moved closer, his entire upper body turned over, and the breath mixed with the fragrance of cologne and light smoke was full of pressure, making Wen Yang feel out of breath.

His inexplicable actions made Wen Yang regret his choice of getting in the car.

"It's just a seat belt." Fu Chao sneered, after helping him fasten the seat belt, he didn't leave immediately, but stuck to his ear, "What do you think I'm going to do to you?"

The deep and magnetic voice was intentionally rendered a bit ambiguous, and the slightly hot breath fell into the ear sockets, and Wen Yang's ears couldn't help but move due to the itchy feeling.

"No." He immediately pretended to be calm and said that he was not delusional, but the slight blush on the base of his ear had already betrayed him.

He thought that Fu Chao wanted to...

Concentrating his messy thoughts, he changed the subject: "Whether it's about "The Boy on Moshang" or this time, I must sincerely say thank you to Mr. Fu."

Fu Chao seemed to be delighted by his words, and started the car: "Then how are you going to thank me?"

Wen Yang said seriously: "I will work hard to create more benefits for the company."

"What if I want you to promise me with my body?" Fu Chao said suddenly.

Hearing this, Wen Yang had the urge to get out of the car immediately. He looked at Fu Chao, and the defense in his eyes turned into sarcasm: "Boss Fu wants to keep me?"

"Heh." Fu Chao chuckled, but did not answer.

For the rest of the journey, the two of them didn't communicate at all, only the atmosphere in the car was inexplicably depressed.

Fu Chao's sudden acceleration, dragging Wen Yang out of his thoughts at a speed like a racing car, he turned his head to look over: "Boss Fu wants to find excitement, he can go to Fuyan Mountain."

Fuyan Mountain is a famous racing venue in Beijing, and it is also a gathering place for some wealthy second generations who like to risk their lives.

"There are paparazzi chasing after me." Fu Chao just replied to him indifferently, and the speed of the car did not slow down.

Wen Yang opened the window, glanced at the rearview mirror on the right, and could see a white van quickly disappearing from view.

He pursed his lips: "I misunderstood Mr. Fu."

"The place where you live is not safe." When Fu Chao drove the car near the community, Wen Yang also saw the paparazzi squatting at the gate.

Some paparazzi are like tails stuck to their backs, which cannot be shaken off.

Most importantly, they will also one-sidedly distort and fabricate facts, causing a great negative impact on artists.

During the period when the original owner was hacked by the whole network, these paparazzi would never get tired of squatting at the door, so that the original owner didn't even want to go out.

The car came to a complete stop, and Fu Chao personally unbuckled the seat belt for him.

Wen Yang lowered the peaked cap on his head for camouflage, and was about to get out of the car when he heard Fu Chao say, "Can a person really change so much?"

The alarm bell kept ringing in his heart, he turned around while holding the car door, smiled and said: "A person who has died once is not the same as before."

Ever since the trumpet was exposed, almost everyone knew that Wen Yang had committed suicide.

Because of this, those fans will blame themselves and reflect on their abuse of him.

If Wen Yang really committed suicide and died, after learning the truth, would they be trapped in a lifetime of guilt?

They didn't know that the arrogant young man really died on that day, and now Wen Yang is no longer the same him as before.

Fu Chaoding looked at him, and saw a trace of indifference in his eyes.

"Tomorrow the company will arrange a new residence for you."

Wen Yang thanked him again, closed the car door, and fell into deep thought as he watched the rear of the car drive away.

He always felt that Fu Chao had guessed something.

People who have experienced life and death will always have some changes. He tried to use this reason to convince everyone that he could live in imitation of the original owner, but then he seemed to become a copy.

He is lucky to be reborn in this world, and he is also very grateful that God gave him this opportunity.

From the very beginning, he just wanted to live out his own splendor, not to be someone's clone.

Fu Chao's eyes full of interest let him know that the game between him and Fu Chao will not end here.

Perhaps the current him is like a novel prey to Fu Chao.

Wen Yang frowned, his eyes complicated.

Back home, he was about to fall asleep after washing up, and he received an unknown call.

The number on it looked familiar, it was the same as the number on the business card Jiang Xiyun handed him.

"Mr. Jiang, hello." He was the first to speak.

It was indeed his car that crashed into Jiang Xiyun during the day, and he should be fully responsible, so when he received Jiang Xiyun's call at this moment, he only thought that the other party was here to discuss compensation, and he was not surprised.

"Wen Yang, you're welcome, just call me Xiyun." Jiang Xiyun said with a smile, "Today we can be regarded as fate without bumping into each other."

His familiarity made Wen Yang's eyes change. Jiang Xiyun, as the president of Xicheng Entertainment, has always been a deadly enemy with Fu Chao, and he is not easy to talk to.

"I was wrong about what happened during the day. Mr. Jiang, why don't you send me the account, and I'll send you the repair fee right away." Wen Yang didn't want to get closer to him.

In any case, he is now an employee of Zhaohui, and Xicheng and Zhaohui have always been in a competitive relationship, so he has his own camp.

If there is anything to be said about Jiang Xiyun, news of his betrayal of the Lord will spread on the Internet.

The original owner's black material was finally washed clean, and he didn't want to fall into another pit again.

He just wanted to act well, and he didn't want to play tricks with these businessmen.

Fu Chao is like this, and so is Jiang Xiyun.

"It's just a small amount of money, Wen Yang doesn't have to worry about it." Jiang Xiyun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night scene outside, with a smile in his eyes, "Why don't you take some time to meet and treat it as a friendship."

Wen Yang found an excuse to refuse: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, there are a lot of things going on recently, and I may not have this opportunity for the time being."

After exchanging pleasantries and hanging up the phone, Jiang Xiyun adjusted the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a gleam flashed in his peach blossom eyes.

"It's still a defensive kitten." He picked up the wine glass on the table and shook it, the red liquid inside looked clear and gorgeous under the light.

He knows that person Fu Chao best, such a person is not someone who is willing to show his face on variety shows in person.

There is only one possibility, he is going for someone.

Jiang Xiyun sipped his red wine, his eyes stared in a certain direction as if poisoned.

He prefers that Fu Chao is Wen Yang's benefactor. After all, there have long been rumors in the upper class that Fu Chao likes men.

After flipping through the information on the coffee table, he really wanted to know what kind of person could make a man like Fu Chao fall in love with him.

If Fu Chao likes it, Jiang Xiyun wants to grab it.

All means are needed.

Wen Yang, who fell asleep, didn't know that the two men had other plans for him.