Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Fu Hongyun turned around and disappeared outside the house.

The interview room, which was bustling and noisy before, fell silent in vain.

Shi Xiaoyu's fair little face suddenly turned blood red, and even her clear eyes were stained with blood.

It looked a little less pitiful and a little more gloomy.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, brother Yun encountered some difficult things today, and I'm not in a good mood, so I'll walk first."

Lu Feisi is trying to smooth things over with the media reporters.

As an agent, it is the duty of the job to be responsible for establishing a good relationship with the media on behalf of the artist.

It's not that I'm afraid of these reporters.

Lu Feisi is now not only Fu Hongyun's agent, but also the department manager of Fu Group.

Fu Hongyun also gave him some shares of the Fu Group, which have risen sharply every year. Lu Feisi has long since stopped relying solely on his job as a broker for a living.

But he has been in the industry for so many years, and he understands the depths of the media circle.

An unintentional remark of an artist is often rendered and edited maliciously by bad media with ulterior motives.

Fu Hongyun and Lu Feisi also stumbled along the way. Behind their glamorous appearance, there was once an endless abyss.

If you are not careful, you will fall to pieces.

Fortunately, they survived now.

They no longer have to be timid, and now they have enough confidence to be themselves.

Fu Hongyun has never been afraid of gossip.

If you wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

he can afford...

As Fu Hongyun's manager, Lu Feisi knew him well and never interfered with his freedom of speech.

Lu Feisi appreciates Fu Hongyun's straightforwardness.

Fu Hongyun has something that Lu Feisi has been looking forward to, but never had.

Out of professionalism, Lu Feisi explained to friends from the media for a week, and then left.

In the spacious interview room, the atmosphere was gloomy because of Fu Hongyun's departure.

The center of the topic in the entertainment industry is not there.

The man in the play is gone.

The meaning of the interview is gone.

Originally, they wanted the male and female protagonists to be in the same frame, and create some CP hot spots by the way, so as to win tomorrow's headlines.

Now Fu Hongyun is gone.

The reporters were dumbfounded.

They looked at the fledgling newcomer No. [-], and suddenly felt that the interview was boring.

An actor who has no topic, no enthusiasm and no popularity.

It was a waste of energy to interview.

No one likes to watch it.

Constrained by drinking a cup of cold drink from someone else and eating people with short mouths, the reporters also pretended to ask a few innocuous questions.

Then they dispersed.

After everyone left, Shi Xiaoyu sat in the empty interview room, the tenderness on his face disappeared, and he was gloomy.

Like a china vase soaked in chill.

The eyes are cloudy and cloudy.

When Fu Hongyun returned to the lounge, a petite and lovely figure rushed towards him.

I hugged him full.

The fragrance is overflowing...

Wen Xiaorou has already done her makeup and hair, and dressed up like a little fairy in the Xianxia drama.

She wore a light pink chest-length skirt with gradient elements. The pleated skirt was slim and elegant when standing, and spread like flowers on the ground when she sat down. It was beautiful and pink.

A silk shawl was loosely draped on the little fairy's snow-white wrist, stretching and slender, falling on the soft carpet, flowing like a rainbow, adding a bit of agility and liveliness.

She combed her bun with double rings, with a red ribbon tied on each side, revealing small ears like white jade, a pair of deer eyes with distinct black and white, and a naive and charming smile.

Wen Xiao hugged Fu Hongyun's waist softly, pressed his face against his chest, and listened to his strong heartbeat.

"Honey, you're back."

Fu Hongyun wrapped her slender arms around her waist and hugged her into her arms.

He sat on a chair and she sat on his lap.

Fu Hongyun was able to take a good look at her.

Seeing the little girl's makeup, the man's deep eyes suddenly lit up for a moment.

The sun shone through the window on the little girl's face, as if casting a soft light.

Her fair face glowed with vivid and bright luster, and her eyes were clear and bright, like beautiful amber.

Fu Hongyun's eyes flickered.

A moment's absence.

Wen Xiaorou sat in his arms, her fingers wrapped around the red ribbon that fell on her shoulders, wrapping around and around, almost covering the entire index finger, as if wearing a bright red finger cot.

She raised her head, her big eyes sparkling: "Honey, do I look good dressed like this?"

Fu Hongyun kissed her cheek, with countless tenderness in her eyes.

"It's beautiful! It can't be more beautiful!"

Hearing this, Wen Xiaorou smiled sweetly, revealing two small canine teeth and two dimples on her lips.

Milk cute milk cute.

Fu Hongyun's heart softened.

Wen Xiao leaned softly in his arms, fiddling with the red ribbon in his hand, calm and well-behaved.

Fu Hongyun hugged the little girl in his arms, and the feelings deep in his heart continued to spread and melt into his bone marrow.

I really want to hold her like this until I get old.

He lightly kissed her hair, and reached out to caress the red ribbon in her hand.

With a deft movement of her fingers, she slipped through the man's fingers.

He chased her red ribbon in her palm.

Like two childish, innocent children.

A voice came from behind.

"cough!"

Lu Feisi stood at the door, watching President Fu, who was usually noble and indifferent, playing childish tricks with his little wife.

He knew in his heart that today was another day of being cannon fodder.

But bit the bullet and coughed lightly.

Hitting workers is not easy.

It's not easy but you have to cherish it.

Lu Feisi stood at the door hesitantly, and said with difficulty: "Brother Yun, it's time to do styling."

The crew is in a hurry, and the filming will start after the opening ceremony.

Fu Hongyun, as the male number one, has a lot of roles.

Shooting starts at noon, so it's time to start styling now.

Fu Hongyun nodded: "Well..."

Wen Xiaorou obediently jumped off the man's lap, and stood in front of the man, fresh and watery, like a new sprout in early spring.

"Honey, go to work."

Fu Hongyun rubbed the top of her hair and said softly, "Okay..."

Wen Xiaorou sat on a chair on one side, holding a script in her hand, thinking about the essentials of acting that Fu Hongyun had given her.

Fu Hongyun sat in front of the mirror, changed her clothes and began to put on makeup.

His dark eyes reflected the pale pink figure.

Wen Xiaorou rested her chin with one hand, sometimes frowning slightly, sometimes showing her teeth and smiling lightly, with a lively and playful expression.

Lovely beyond words.

Fu Hongyun followed her expression, and the expression on Junmei's face also changed.

After putting on her makeup, Fu Hongyun stood up.

The stylist stood aside and let out an exclamation.

"Wow! The gods descended to earth!"

Wen Xiaorou raised her head in shock, her clear eyes filled with amazement.

The man was wearing a snow-white gown with straight breasts, tall and straight, with a wide band of cloud pattern embroidered with gold thread around his waist, narrow cuffs, high ponytail, indifferent and alienated, extremely handsome, like an exile.

As his most loyal fan, Wen Xiaorou was the first to applaud: "Ah, my husband is so handsome!"

"Such a handsome man, mine!"