Raiders of the fast crossing target characters

The jacket didn't have buttons, and the lower half of the white T-shirt that Zhuoxi was wearing inside was spilled with milk. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and didn't get it on his trousers, otherwise he would have to ask someone to buy a new pair for him.

There is a dryer by the wall, take off the clothes inside, clean the contaminated area, and then put it underneath to dry.

The bathroom was very quiet and there was no one there. He simply took off his coat and put it aside, then took off his T-shirt to wash.

Anyway, this is the men's bathroom, and there is no one there now, so he can't keep wearing milk-stained clothes, and it will be even more embarrassing when the milk on it dries up.

Outside the bathroom door, a small figure approached quietly. She raised her mobile phone, turned on the camera, and slowly moved towards the person inside.

Just as the shot was about to be taken, a hand blocked the camera.

The man pulled out her mobile phone, exited the camera interface, and returned it to her.

The girl was startled, she stared at the man in front of her, guilty and scared.

"I... I went wrong, I'm sorry..." She took several steps back and hurried away under the man's cold eyes.

Fu Jing looked away.

He paused, turned and walked into the bathroom.

As soon as Zhuoxi heard the sound of footsteps, she looked up at the man in the mirror.

"?"

Isn't it so coincidental that he just came to the toilet?

The man walked to the side and washed his hands slowly and gracefully.

Zhuo Xi said with a little embarrassment: "Uh, hello Mr. Fu, as you can see, my clothes were accidentally dirty just now, and I'm cleaning them up..."

The man took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and said slowly, "Someone secretly took pictures of you just now."

"What?" Zhuo Xi was taken aback for a moment before realizing, "... secretly filming?"

Fu Jing nodded.

"...Did the other party catch it?" Zhuo Xi couldn't help asking.

"No."

"That's good..." He breathed a sigh of relief and understood, "So, Mr. Fu helped me?"

The man looked at him and said unhurriedly:

"No thanks."

"..." The corners of Zhuo Xi's mouth twitched, remembering that he was not wearing anything on his upper body, the picture was a bit too subtle.

He took the clothes under the dryer, turned his back to the man, and finally felt less awkward.

He also thought about putting on the coat, but when he thought about it, if he only wore a coat with nothing underneath, it would still make people unable to look directly at it.

They're all men, so it shouldn't matter, since the other party doesn't know that he likes men anyway.

The atmosphere is quiet.Zhuoxi could feel that the man hadn't left, and he looked back a little suspiciously:

"Mr. Fu, is there anything else?"

Fu Jing didn't answer.

He was thinking about what was wrong with him.

Why did he couldn't hold back when he saw that girl following the young man over just now.

And why do I feel uncomfortable when I see the other party wanting to secretly take pictures of young people.

He is not usually the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

All this is because of the appearance of this person in front of him.

And last time outside the restaurant, his eyes were not consciously attracted by the youth.

But fortunately, it was still within his controllable range.

The man was silent for a while, and walked out with his long legs.

"fine."

Zhuoxi dried the clothes to the point where she could put them on, and left the bathroom.

Not far along the corridor, he saw Fu Jing talking with a man with his back turned to him.

The man had a slightly ruffian face, but in front of Fu Jing he smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.He saw Zhuoxi and said hello: "Hi, I remember you, you are Ye Li's boss, Haoran Entertainment's boss, right?"

Zhuoxi said politely: "Hello, who are you?"

"I'm the producer of Super Nova, Jiang Bi! I was sitting next to the director on the day of the first round of primaries." The other party extended a hand, and the two shook hands in a friendly manner.

It turned out to be the producer.Zhuo Xi understood, so they were talking about the show?

But for some reason, it doesn't feel like it.

While he was secretly looking at the two of them, Jiang Bi was also paying attention to Fu Jing's expression. He was surprised to find that Fu Jing's eyes hadn't moved away from the other party since the young man appeared.

Of course, ordinary people may not notice this, but who is Jiang Bi?

Brother Dingji·Jiangbi was greatly surprised by his accidental discovery.He blinked his eyes, his expression lit up with interest.

The man noticed it and glanced at him: "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Bi quickly waved his hands, "No, no, by the way, cousin, remember what I said just now, I will go to see my aunt and uncle at home on weekends..."

Zhuo Xi was slightly surprised, so the producer was Fu Jing's cousin?No wonder the other party came... It turned out that there was such a relationship.

Fu Jing gave a slightly impatient "hmm", and seemed to have no interest in continuing.Seeing that he wanted to leave, Zhuo Xi stopped him.

"Mr. Fu, wait." He took out his mobile phone and smiled at the other party: "Can I add a WeChat account? If I have a chance, I would like to treat you to dinner."

Jiang Bi's eyes immediately lit up, and he turned back and forth on the two of them, looking like a melon-eating crowd.

In other words, he really has never seen anyone take the initiative to add his cousin's WeChat successfully, unless it is necessary for work.And he knew that his cousin had two accounts, one for work and the other for personal use.

But today, he saw this exception.

He opened his mouth, stared blankly at the man as if he paused, and then took out his mobile phone.

If he read it correctly, the two-dimensional terminal image on the phone his cousin handed over... seems to be the private number.

Zhuoxi scanned and sent a friend request to the man.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Fu." He bent his lips.

The man didn't speak, just clicked pass, and put the phone back.

Zhuo Xi smiled and said goodbye to them.

"That...cousin." Jiang Bi felt as if a cat's paw was scratching in his heart, he was so curious: "Do you cooperate with the president of Haoran Entertainment?"

Fu Jing: "No."

"Then why did you add him..." And it's still a private account...

Jiang Bi didn't continue to ask, because the way his cousin looked at him suddenly became a little scary.

He felt that if he asked again, he might be blocked by Fu Jing.

Forget it.He sighed and thought that he had already made a lot of money by inviting his cousin to attract popularity for his show this time, and there was no need to provoke the end of being blocked.If Fu Jing was blacklisted, he would have to be imprisoned for several months.

However, this did not prevent him from imagining the relationship between the two of them.Jiang Bi looked at Fu Jing's back, showing a somewhat wretched expression.

His cousin who hasn't bloomed for thousands of years, couldn't finally become agitated!

***

After adding it to Fu Jing's WeChat, Zhuo Xi felt a little relieved.

013 said: "Finally, some progress has been made. If you don't act, the host, maybe the target person will run away with others."

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten my mission." Zhuoxi said helplessly, "From now on, I will take care of him, okay?"

The system beeped: "Host, this is not for me, but for yourself..."

"Okay, I got it, I got it."

Zhuoxi regained the status of doing tasks.

Since you said that you want to invite the other party to dinner, of course you are serious.He deliberately found a few restaurants with good reputation and quality on the Internet, and then shared them with them through WeChat.

"Mr. Fu, do you prefer Western food or Chinese food? Or Japanese food?"

About an hour after the message was sent, the other party replied:

“Chinese food.”

Two concise words, nothing more.

Looking at these two words, Zhuo Xi was a little bit dumbfounded, this person really cherishes words like gold.

But the other party was still very warm-hearted, and he did him a favor, although it might just be by the way.

After choosing a Chinese restaurant, he asked when he was free.

This time it was fairly quick to return, Zhuoxi only waited for a few minutes.

Fu Jing: "Friday night, seven o'clock."

Zhuoxi sent the location of the restaurant to the other party, and typed:

"Okay, see you at seven o'clock on Friday night."

After thinking about it, he sent another emoticon pack of cute rabbits.

This set of emoticons is his recent collection, and he hasn't used it much yet.

The man replied after 2 minutes:

"Ah."

In order to learn more about the target person, Zhuo Xi clicked into the other party's circle of friends and looked, but found that there was nothing in this person's circle of friends except for some pictures-style business articles to share.

This person's life seems a bit too boring.

He withdrew with some regret.

The man even used a monotonous landscape picture for his profile picture, which suits the calm and distant temperament of the other party.

***

As night falls, the warm yellow street lamps shine light on the ground, people come and go on the roadside, and vehicles on the road are constantly flowing.

Wearing a simple white shirt and beige slacks, Zhuo Xi got off the taxi and walked into the restaurant.

"Hi sir, do you have a reservation?" The waiter greeted him with a smile.

"Yes." Zhuoxi took out her mobile phone.

"Okay, please come with me."

He deliberately arrived more than ten minutes earlier, after all, he was inviting the other party to dinner, so it was right to wait for the other party a little earlier.

He also spent a lot of money to book a box, which was also the highest grade in this restaurant, and then the tens of thousands were gone.But there is no way, whoever told him to treat Fu Jing, presumably the other party usually visits this kind of high-end restaurants.Now that he talked about inviting people to dinner, Zhuo Xi must of course show sincerity, even if he himself eats takeaway every day.

Fu Jing arrived on time, saying seven o'clock was seven o'clock.

Zhuoxi happened to see the other party coming out of the car from the French window upstairs, with a coat hanging in his hand, with a tall and straight figure, and those long legs were very eye-catching.

The man seemed to sense his gaze, and looked up at him.

The corners of Zhuo Xi's lips raised slightly, and he raised a hand to greet the other party silently.

Fu Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

The waiter led the man into the box and stepped back with a smile.

"Mr. Fu is so punctual." Zhuo Xi got up and poured a glass of wine for the other party, "I don't know what you like to drink, if you don't like this kind of drink, can I order white wine for you?"

Fu Jing: "No need."

"Okay." Zhuoxi rolled his eyes and briefly introduced the dishes he ordered.

"Mr. Fu shouldn't dislike him, right?"

"It's okay." Fu Jing replied lightly.

Zhuo Xi was a little funny holding the chopsticks: This person especially likes to talk in two words?

There seemed to be nothing to talk about between the two. Thinking of this, he could only chat with the other party about the talent show Supernova.

"Mr. Fu invested in this program, and he seems to be as optimistic about its broadcast as I am." He said with a smile.

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to have misunderstood what he meant.

"You are looking for me to cooperate?"

ah?Zhuoxi was taken aback, then blinked.

Fu Jing looked at him and reminded: "During the last party, you gave me a business card of your company."

Zhuo Xi: "Mmm..." But that's not what he meant when he invited him to this meal.

He was about to explain when he heard the man say:

"can."

Zhuoxi was a little dazed.

The development of this matter seems to be a bit beyond his expectation?