Raiders of the fast crossing target characters

Crew dinner? "Yang Huan's voice came from Shen Jia's mobile phone, and he learned that the three of them had gone to a dinner party. He instructed: "Okay, remember it's best not to play too late, and you still have to continue working tomorrow. "

"Okay, Brother Yang!" Shen Jia said with a smile, and then lowered her voice: "Don't worry, Brother Yang, we'll eat and drink, and we'll be back soon!"

It's good to follow the crew, that is, you can get some benefits once in a while, who wouldn't eat the free food!

There are three tables for the crew, one table is for the leading actors and directors, one table is for the staff and supporting actors such as stage props and costumes, and the other group is for their little-known small characters.

The protagonists were pushing cups and changing glasses at the table, chatting and laughing happily, while the other two tables were basically eating, and didn't communicate much.

Like a bulldozer, Shen Jia finished bowl after bowl.

The person next to him looked a little shocked: "You can eat, the key is not fat."

People in their line of work are quite envious of the kind of people who just eat but don't get fat.

Shen Jia: "Hey, thank you very much."

Dong Huarong took out a napkin and handed it to him, a little disgusted: "Wipe off the rice grains on your nose, look at Su Qi, and then look at you."

Shen Jia took the tissue and looked at Zhuoxi a little embarrassedly, and saw that although the young man was sitting in such an ordinary restaurant, it gave people a feeling that the price was not cheap. He was eating ordinary meals, but he seemed to be in a Same as fine dining.

He touched his nose, "It's really incomparable, it seems to be something inborn."

It's very self-aware.

But at this end, Zhuoxi wasn't very hungry, didn't have much food, and put down his chopsticks after just a few mouthfuls.

He took out his mobile phone, opened the social software, looked at Fu Huai's account avatar on it, thought for a while, and typed out a line of words.

"Brother, have you eaten yet?"

It's a corny opening line, but it's versatile.

After the sending was successful, he stared at the phone to see how Fu Huai would reply.

After waiting for about five or six minutes, Fu Huai seemed to see the news.

Fu Huai: "It's already ten o'clock."

It means that he must have eaten this point for a long time.

Zhuoxi: "I just finished eating QAQ."

Fu Huai: "Eating too late is bad for your health. Also, what is QAQ?"

Zhuoxi: "It means crying."

Another 2 minutes later, Fu Huai replied, "How's the lunch?"

Zhuoxi: "It's delicious, it must not be cheap."

Fu Huai: "Well, the most expensive restaurant in S city."

Zhuo Xi: "Brother QAQ has spent money."

Fu Huai seemed to pause for a moment: "No. Why are you crying again?"

013 laughed out loud: "Hahaha host, the target person doesn't seem to understand the kaomoji you sent, he is so serious!"

The corners of Zhuoxi's mouth kept rising, and he couldn't put it down anymore. He typed a few words and sent them out: "It's just for fun, am I interrupting your work?"

Fu Huai: "Yes."

In the study of the Fu family, the man sat behind the desk, looked at the pile of documents and materials in front of him, and pressed his forehead.

He never chatted with others while dealing with work, but when he saw that the person who sent him a message was Su Qi, he chose to pick up his mobile phone and reply to the young man.

Perhaps it was because of Fu Hongcai's advice to let him get along well with the young man and not ignore him.

But the current situation is indeed the first time in history.

In the past, when he was working, even if it was Fu Hong who sent him a message, he had to wait until he finished processing the work before getting a reply.

The phone vibrated twice again, and the young man replied: "Well, I won't bother you anymore, remember to go to bed early."

Fu Huai replied with a "hmm".

Put the phone on the edge of the desk, and watched its screen slowly turn off, and there was no more movement.

He went back to work.

After a while, as if inadvertently, his eyes fell on the phone, and he left it as soon as he touched it.

The young man... really didn't send him any more messages.

It's so late, are you asleep?

After about an hour, he finished dealing with everything at hand, got up and left the study.

He went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and happened to meet Father Fu who was also pouring water.

Fu Hong just saw him, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him: "It's so late, go to bed early."

After speaking, he took the cup and went upstairs to the room.

Fu Hongcai: Hey, I feel a little sympathetic to my son. I have my own wife waiting for him in my room, but when Fu Huai returns to his room, he has to face the empty room. How pitiful.

Well, he definitely didn't mean to show off.

Just a little worried, when will I see his daughter-in-law.

Fu Huai returned to the bedroom, took out the sleep aid aromatherapy that he had asked his temporary assistant to buy in the mall during the day, and lit it.

Then I took a quick shower, dried my hair, and lay down on the bed.

He glanced at the time, it was eleven forty-six.

If only I could fall asleep within an hour.

The smell of sleep aid aromatherapy is somewhat similar to that of young people, both of which are relaxing scents.

But after closing his eyes for a long time, the man slowly opened them.

Sure enough—it was useless.

He has insomnia again.

He sat up, opened the bottom drawer of the bedside drawer with a key, took out a bottle of medicine from it, and suddenly remembered what his personal doctor had said to him before.

"Fu Huai, try not to rely on medicine to fall asleep, it will only get worse in the future, don't take medicine unless you have to."

Holding the medicine bottle, the man was silent for a while, and finally put the medicine back.

Try again.

"What? Brother An invites everyone to sing?" Shen Jia cheered, "Long live Brother An! Let's go? Let's go?" He looked at Zhuoxi and Dong Huarong beside him.

An Yangxu smiled and said to everyone: "Those who want to go back to rest can also go back, don't force everyone, just go if you want to go."

"Well, of course, the more people there are, the more lively it will be. I'll go!" Someone raised their hands and said.

"Brother An is so generous, of course we have to accompany him!"

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy, you guys go..." Someone said with a yawn.

Zhuo Xi and Dong Huarong looked at each other, and said to Shen Jia: "Yes, but only for a while."

As soon as Shen Jia heard about eating and playing, he was like a wild horse, and he needed someone to take care of him.

An Yangxu looked over a group of heads and fell on Zhuoxi's face, with the corners of his lips raised.

In the ktv, the crowd danced wildly for a while, and the sky was overwhelmed.

After finally relaxing, they all opened up and played hard.

It just hurt the ears of other people present, and Zhuoxi couldn't bear to hear too much.

An Yangxu ordered a lot of cases of wine, but they were all beer. They had to work tomorrow, so they wouldn't be too presumptuous in front of the directors.

The people were divided into several tables, and they gathered together to play the game of shaking dice and drinking.

Although beer is not easy to get drunk, but I like to go to the toilet if I drink too much.

Zhuo Xi didn't drink much, but seeing the people around him running to the bathroom one by one, he also felt a little wanting to go after a while.

Shen Jia and Dong Huarong were playing games with other people, so Zhuo Xi didn't tell them, and just pushed open the door of the box and went out.

After he went out, An Yangxu, who was clinking glasses with the directors, rolled his eyes and got up too.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Oh, ok, let's go..."

"Yang Xu." Manager Feng Ze came behind him and called him.

An Yangxu turned his head and gave him a somewhat arrogant look.

"Don't mind your own business."

Zhuo Xi didn't expect that when he came back from the bathroom, he would run into An Yangxu on the way.

Moreover, it was still in such an indescribable posture.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the other party's arm propped beside his cheek, and remained silent.

What are you doing?Still on the wall?Is this an addiction to filming?

It's quite inexplicable.

An Yangxu blocked his way with his arms, raised his eyebrows slightly, and revealed a slightly deep smile.

"I have something to do with you."

Zhuoxi was a little speechless: "Can you stand up?"

Looking at the opponent's posture, he wanted to make a move himself to help the opponent straighten his body.

But the other party was his current company's first brother after all, so after thinking about it, he still gave him a little face and didn't make a move.

Otherwise, if he changed to someone he didn't know, he would have thrown him over his shoulder a long time ago.

An Yangxu asked doubtfully, "Did I not stand properly?"

He looked at his posture, clicked his tongue, retracted his hands, and put both hands in his trouser pockets.

Zhuo Xi adjusted the hat behind him, "What do you want to do?"

He asked very directly, and his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, which made An Yangxu treat him differently.

This kid, why can't he wink at all?

"Then let me just say it straight... I want to know the contact information of the person who brought you food during the day."

He said somewhat condescendingly.

Then he soon heard the young man say, "Sorry, I refuse to tell you."

Think beautifully.Zhuoxi thought to himself, so An Yangxu's purpose is here.

013 sighed, "He's taken a fancy to your man!"

And it seems that there is a sense of inevitability.

Unfortunately, he was facing Zhuoxi.

Zhuoxi felt that An Yangxu's behavior was like digging into the face of the Lord.

It's really a mouse that ate a cow's ass-it's really awesome.

He remembered this person.

"Why don't you want to tell me?" An Yangxu always smiled: "You have to know, as long as you tell me, I can help you a lot..."

The move like that during filming during the day is just a small sweetener.

He felt that the young man would not refuse such an offer unless he—had no desire to climb the ladder at all.

What he doesn't know is that as long as Zhuoxi is willing, let alone climbing up, he doesn't have to climb at all, he can directly take a rocket to the sky.

"Not interested." Zhuo Xi was about to leave after finishing speaking, but An Yangxu reached out to stop him again: "Are you wanting to refuse or welcome? Do you want to negotiate terms with me?"

"You have..." Before the word illness was uttered, several exclamations suddenly came from my ears.

It was three girls in skirts, they held their faces together and looked at An Yangxu, "It's really Xuxu!"

An Yangxu immediately put on a more amiable smiling face, put down his hands, "Hello."

"Xuxu, we are your fans! Can you sign us up!" The girls crowded around excitedly.

I didn't expect to meet my idol by singing K.

"Of course." An Yangxu smiled and said, "Come on, do you have a pen?"

"I'll go get it from the waiter!"

"..." Zhuo Xi turned around and left, returning to the private room.

Outside, after signing autographs for fans, An Yangxu looked at the door of the box and squinted his eyes.

He didn't believe that Su Qi would really reject those benefits, rejecting him.

As long as you work harder and give the other party a little bit of sweetness, I believe Su Qi will soon understand that it's not okay to be ignorant in this circle.

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