The movie star's dumb little milk bag

For some reason, after hearing this, Fu Zhiyan was very unhappy.

Fu Zhiyan came from a wealthy family and has been in the entertainment industry for so many years. He wants you to see his mood, and you can tell.

Just like now, with a cold face, he clearly wrote "I'm not happy" on his face.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause from the audience. Yuan Qiao stood up, bowed to the audience, and then stepped off the stage from the other side.

Yuan Qiao's palms were full of sweat. It was the first time he played in front of so many people.

After all, he hadn't touched the piano for six years. If Zhang Tai hadn't personally promised him that as long as he was willing to perform on stage, he would subsidize his tuition for the next semester free of charge. If he wasn't really short of money, he would have done nothing I don't want to touch the piano again.

Yuan Qiao returned to the lounge, and carefully took off the tuxedo on his body, which was lent to him by Zhang Tai. Although he only wore it for less than half an hour, he decided to send it to the dry cleaner to be cleaned and returned.

It costs 80 yuan to deliver to the dry cleaner, Yuan Qiao lowered his head and thought sullenly, wondering how many times he would have to deliver food to earn back.

Thinking of this, Yuan Qiao's originally sullen little face turned cloudy and sunny again. He folded the tuxedo neatly in the bag, immediately took out his mobile phone, and opened the takeaway app, intending to see if there is any order on the way. Pick it up when you get home.

With a "ding dong", a new takeaway order popped up on the page, and the delivery location was actually at Rongcheng TV Station!

The other party asked for 70 cups of Xingbaby coffee, probably because they were in a hurry, and added 200 yuan as a thank you fee.

Yuan Qiao didn't hesitate and clicked to accept the order.

The store where the order was placed was nearly two kilometers away from the TV station. Yuan Qiao came here on a battery scooter today. It took less than an hour to go back and forth, and he could earn 200 yuan!

He ran out excitedly with his bag in his hand, thinking that he had bumped into someone in the backcourt just now, so he hurriedly braked and changed to a brisk walk.

Fu Zhiyan was escorted back to the lounge by several bodyguards, where Liu Lang was sitting on the small sofa with his legs crossed and swiping his cell phone.

"Sister Liu, are you here?" Wen Xing greeted Liu Lang.

Liu Lang is Fu Zhiyan's manager, and also a well-known gold medal manager in the industry. He is in his 40s this year and has managed several film stars before Fu Zhiyan.She has taken Fu Zhiyan with him since his debut, and the two have a very deep relationship.

Liu Lang was looking at the trending searches on Weibo. At this moment, #Fu Zhiyan Palace Level Shenyan# had already ranked first on the trending search list.

--awsl!Under the lens of Rongcheng Satellite TV, my husband can't even see any pores!

-- Husband look at me!My hubby's subwoofer is so provocative, my ears are pregnant, yours!

--Fu Zhiyan is so handsome when he sings love songs!Today's suit is super handsome!

"Today's response is very good," Liu Lang was very satisfied. She had been trying to persuade Fu Zhiyan to go to a party, but this ancestor just refused.

Fu Zhiyan took off his suit jacket casually, pulled off his tie, and leaned back on the sofa: "Thanks to our old man."

Liu Lang rolled his eyes, no matter what, today's opportunity to appear on stage was not in vain, seeing more and more comments on the hot search, Liu Lang didn't want to argue with Fu Zhiyan.

"I ordered coffee just now, and I will invite the entire work team of the Mid-Autumn Festival party to drink later." Liu Lang looked at Fu Zhiyan: "Let me tell you, there will definitely be many artists coming to make friends with you later, even if you don't want to talk to me anymore Send a cup of coffee out, you know!"

"Okay," Fu Zhiyan lazily took out his phone and checked, but there wasn't even a single piece of news about Yuan Qiao on Weibo.

"Sister Liu, check someone for me," Fu Zhiyan said suddenly, "The boy performing just in front of me is called Yuan Qiao."

Yuan Qiao?Liu Lang frowned and searched carefully in his mind, but he really didn't have any impression of this person.But Fu Zhiyan rarely took the initiative to inquire about anyone, so Liu Lang nodded, keeping an eye out.

"Bang bang bang", there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Someone must have come to say hello to you," Liu Lang put away the computer on his lap: "Please come in!"

The person who came was one of the hostesses tonight, named Su Xiao, Fu Zhiyan still remembered her, she was wearing a black and red dress tonight, with her head held high, like a proud big rooster.

"Mr. Fu," Su Xiao was still wearing stage makeup, but changed into another outfit. The smell of perfume on his face made Fu Zhiyan's nose itch.

"Mr. Fu, I'm your fan. I'm very happy to see you tonight. I wonder if you can sign for me?"

Fu Zhiyan curled his lips and smiled, "Yes."

Su Xiao rushed in immediately, transformed from a big rooster into a cheerful bird, and sat down beside Fu Zhiyan.

Fu Zhiyan took the notebook she handed over, moved it aside unobtrusively, and signed his name in a fluttering manner.

Su Xiao's voice was whiny. Seeing that Fu Zhiyan did not refuse his request for an autograph, he immediately intensified the situation. The length of the dress he just put on just covered his buttocks, and his two slender thighs rubbed against Fu Zhiyan's trousers.

Who in the entertainment industry doesn't know that Fu Zhiyan is a golden thigh, if he can win his favor, he will rise to the top, whether it is fame or fortune, it is a matter of minutes.

What's more, he is handsome and has outstanding qualifications. I don't know how many female artists are the prince charming in their hearts.

knock knock knock

There was another knock on the door, but the difference was that the knock on the door was more polite this time.

"Please come in!"

There was rustling outside the door for a while, but no one came in, Liu Lang was a little puzzled, Wen Xing stood up, walked over and opened the door.

Fu Zhiyan also looked over, and saw the little boy who had just met backstage, holding 70 cups of coffee in both hands, standing anxiously at the door.