Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

After eating the dishes made by Wen Yang for him alone, instead of Fu Chao who came to eat with Ke Ke, he felt extremely happy at this moment.

When Wen Yang handed him the dried clothes, Fu Chao took the opportunity to hold his hand, and the temperature under his palm warmed his heart.

He let go without any trace, without any intentional performance of taking advantage at all. After thanking him, he changed his clothes directly in front of Wen Yang.

Wen Yang didn't think there was anything, after all, they were all men, and he didn't lack what Fu Chao had.

He always felt that Fu Chao was trying to show off his good figure, but he couldn't tell anything from that expressionless face.

His emotional experience is as blank as paper, of course he can't tell that Fu Chao is flirting with him in a serious way.

Look at the slow and slow way of fastening the buttons one by one, which is indescribably elegant and charming.

It's a pity that Wen Yang didn't look at him, but hugged the general and was sucking cats.

The general's ears trembled vigilantly, his tail stood upright, and he turned his head slightly to see the angry gaze of the former owner.

It squinted its eyes, and with that small expression, it seemed to be smiling, no matter how you looked at it, it had an air of arrogance.

"Meow—" it arched Wen Yang's chin with its head.

Fu Chaofeng's eyes were slightly closed, and the murderous look in his eyes disappeared instantly when Wen Yang cast his gaze.

He originally wanted to stay here for one night, but that would seem abrupt, and just now he clearly felt that Wen Yang got along with him, and there was less grievance. If he made this request rashly, it might make the young man build up his defenses again.

I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, and everything has to be done step by step.

To be a good hunter, you must have enough patience.

He bid farewell to Wen Yang and drove away, recalling Wen Yang's concentrated appearance when he was cooking in an apron, he only felt that even time flowed more slowly.

That night, Fu Chao had a dream. In the dream, the boy with crooked eyes and a warm smile walked towards him step by step.

As for the young man, except for an apron, there was nothing on his body.

Fu Chao went to the bathroom. Accompanied by the sound of splashing water, he gasped gradually.

The charming dream kept replaying in his mind, the man's Adam's apple rolled, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes were full of lust.

The next day, he asked someone to contact the screenwriter of "The Pianist", a middle-aged man who looked a little depressed.

Unshaven, unkempt, and ragged clothes, he looked like a homeless man under the overpass.

When he saw Fu Chao in a suit and leather shoes, Liu Zhigang was very cautious. He wiped his hands on the clothes again and again, and then reached out to Fu Chao with excitement: "You, hello."

Perhaps because of excitement, perhaps because of nervousness, his voice was trembling.

"Hello." Fu Chao recognized his talent, shook hands with him without the slightest bit of disgust, took the contract from the special assistant behind him, and pushed it in front of him.

"It's a contract, and if there are no objections, I think we can work together."

Liu Zhigang's eyes widened in ecstasy. He knew he had won the bet as early as he received the notice and was personally interviewed by President Zhaohui.

He has pitched to many companies for this script, but no one accepted it. Most people ignored it, and occasionally a few would reply to him to explain the reason.

To make a good movie, the investment in this movie will definitely not be small, but he is an unpopular subject, destined to have a very small audience.

If you can't sell seats, you can't make money. People put their interests first, and no one is willing to be a thankless philanthropist.

"Can Mr. Fu tell me why he chose me?" He rubbed his hands and asked curiously.

Fu Chao's face softened, and a soft light flashed in his eyes: "You are very lucky, there is someone who is willing to sign a betting agreement with me, and also supports your script."

"Can you tell me who that person is?" Liu Zhigang asked emotionally. He thought that person was his Bole, which made him eager to meet that person.

Fu Chao left a sentence: "Lu Ze."

Liu Zhigang was stunned. Lu Ze was the protagonist in his novel, the pianist who was physically disabled and refused to admit defeat, and finally died on the international stage.

It didn't take him a moment to understand what Fu Chao meant. This Lu Ze was referring to the person playing the pianist.

When everything is ready, they will meet.

He had some expectations.

If it weren't for Wen Yang, Liu Zhigang might have been so depressed that he became a useless person. The success of "The Pianist" turned him from salty fish to one of the top screenwriters.

After becoming famous, what he is most grateful for is Wen Yang who gave him new hope.

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In mid-January, Song Nian also finished filming the Xianxia drama, and he received a notice when he returned to the company.

That is to go to the headquarters of "Beauty Magazine" with Wen Yang to shoot a double cover.

"You look much better." Wen Yang said with a smile the first time he saw him.

Song Nian raised his eyebrows and raised his head: "Of course, I've been fine."

"Long time no see, and congratulations." He stretched out his hand towards Wen Yang.

Wen Yang shook hands with him tightly: "Congratulations too, the future Shidi."

"There will be such a day." Song Nian said confidently, "The future actor."

The two are like old friends who meet again after a long time, exuding a touch of warmth and tacit understanding.

Ke Ke jumped forward, seeing the atmosphere between the two, his eyes flickered.

Although she is a Chaoyang CP party, but sorry, she is still a grasshopper on both sides.

Sending warmth is also good.

Anyway, it's appropriate for her family's yang cub to be attacked.

She didn't feel sorry for Fu Chao in the slightest, and she was even a little secretly happy, who made Fu Chao deliberately send out the dishes made by Yang Zai last time to envy her.

Oh, the world of the two is amazing.

Fantasizing about some indescribable scenes, her nose felt hot, and she quickly covered her nose.

"Let's go first." Wen Yang nodded, and got off the elevator first with Ke Ke.

This is a resource that no one else can grab, so the managers of the two companies attach great importance to it and follow their own artists.

Wang Feng was driving the car, Wen Yang and Ke Ke sat in the back seat.

"May I tell you that you must perform well. Once you are published in "Pretty Woman Magazine", good follow-up resources will be indispensable."

He instructed, "But you have to pay attention, another deputy editor of Helan has an affair with Liang Yeshu."

Although Liang Yeshu was brought down because of her own faults, that old witch will inevitably involve his family and take the initiative to find fault.

Wen Yang nodded quietly, and suddenly he thought of Wen Li again. He knew that Wen Li, who is the editor-in-chief of the magazine, had contributed a lot to obtaining this resource.

Wen Li's gaze made him feel warm, and there was always an indescribable intimacy, and the two had the same surname Wen.

The original owner had this surname because when he was placed at the gate of the orphanage, there was a note in the swaddle with his name written on it.

Is this really just a coincidence?

Wen Yang's heart agitated.