After the fake business, the actor wants to become a regular [Transmigration Book]

After the beauty took a bath, Fu Xingfeng had another dream. He dreamed that he had climbed to the top of the iceberg, where there was a very beautiful Tianshan snow lotus. The petals were tender and melted in the mouth, and the taste was extremely sweet.

Just when he was intoxicated by eating, a Taoist priest suddenly shouted: "Shut up! This is the sacred object of my Tianmu Jiuchong Mountain, how can you and other thieves and rats think about it! Take your life!"

As soon as the Taoist finished speaking, a white silk wrapped around his wrist and hung him up out of thin air.

He struggled hard, but couldn't escape.

Not only that, but the Taoist also beat him with a big red-hot iron stick, back and forth, which made him whine and howl.

At the moment when he was about to be pierced, Fu Xingfeng woke up suddenly.

The time is 5 pm, and the latest WeChat message is from Yang Yang.

[Yang Yang: Brother Xingfeng, are you feeling better?I heard Brother Su Ran said that you are very sick, so I went to the Golden Summit to pray for you and wish you a speedy recovery. ]

[Yang Yang: Golden Roof.jpg]

[Yang Yang: The monk in the brown cassock in the picture, I heard from Xiao Gu and Cao Dao that this person is a famous host of Mount Emei, he can tell fortunes, he is amazing!He is here all day today, brother Xingfeng can try it if he meets him.I asked him to forget about my career luck, he said that if I meet a nobleman this year, next year will be even more blessed! ]

He locked the screen and got up with some difficulty. There were cold medicine and a thermos cup on the bedside. He opened it and took a sip. It was hot water at just the right temperature.

The soothing scent of verbena fills the room.

He stretched and realized that he was actually wearing socks.

I seemed too tired yesterday to find new socks to wear.

Could it be that Su Ran put it on him?

He scratched his head, feeling that this was impossible.

At this moment, Su Ran walked in, his face seemed haggard, as if he was the one who was sick.

"Mr. Su, thank you for taking care of me. I feel much better."

He hurriedly wanted to get up, but Su Ran pushed him back and tested the temperature of his forehead with his hand.

"There's still a temperature, I'll take your temperature again."

Su Ran's hands were too cold, he should have had a fever by now.

But how could he not listen to Teacher Su's words?

So Fu Xingfeng clamped the thermometer obediently, lay back down again, and stared at Su Ran's back in a daze.

Xin's legs, narrow waist, and a decent and elegant casual suit made the whole person look naturally noble.

Leng Baixiu's fingers seemed to be wearing white gloves, gently pinching the spoon and making a ding-dong-dong-dong sound of stirring at the mouth of the cup.

The Su Ran in front of him seemed to be the deacon of his rich young master, but the deacon's duration was less than two years.

"Is this episode of recording over? Are Yang Yang and the others still in the hotel?"

Su Ran's body was stunned by his casual question, and the man said lightly: "You have slept for three days, the program crew and guests have all gone down the mountain, come and drink this. 37°, the fever subsides."

It was a vitamin C effervescent tablet, which tasted similar to the iceberg snow lotus in his dream, but the taste was different.

As for why it's different...

He looked at Su Ran's swollen lips, and suddenly understood what Tianshan Snow Lotus was.

"cough, cough,"

"Is it hot?"

Seeing that Su Ran reached out to take the cup and was about to take a sip, he quickly stopped him: "No, it's contagious."

Su Ran raised her eyebrows and drank it, and returned the cup to him: "The temperature is acceptable, drink it."

He hugged the cups tons and tons, hiding his unspeakable shyness.

For an actor like Su Ran, kissing scene is a common thing, so he has two and three times with himself, even if his mouth is bitten by himself, he can be so calm and composed.

But he can't.

Every time he was kissed, he was fascinated.If it wasn't for Su Ran's flawless face reminding him all the time, the price of getting a star in his previous life would have been extremely tragic.

He was about to fall in love with Su Ran without hesitation.

No, no.

He needs to calm down.

The smell of verbena in this room was getting stronger, and it was like an aphrodisiac to him.

Fu Xingfeng suddenly got up from the bed, put on his clothes and shoes.

"Where do you want?" Su Ran frowned and stared at him.

"Go to the Golden Summit, Yang Yang said that there is a monk who can tell fortunes. I want to see and see."

"Do you still believe this?" Su Ran raised her eyebrows, "Or Yang Yang told you that you are going."

"Uh-huh."

He was in a hurry to go out, he didn't care what Su Ran said, and when he got out of the hotel, he found that Su Ran was following behind.

"It is taboo to climb mountains alone in snowy weather."

He didn't ask, Su Ran explained the reason himself.

"Thank you for staying with me. You took care of me when I was sick, thanks to you, Mr. Su."

"careful!"

He turned his head and smiled at Su Ran, just twisted and almost slipped.

Su Ran came over immediately, passed through his arm with one hand, and put it into his pocket again.

He didn't wear gloves when he went out in a hurry, and so did Su Ran.

Maybe it was because of the cold, or maybe it was because he wanted to catch him, Su Ran intertwined his fingers, as tightly as a breeding snake mass entangled in a warm cave.

The sudden intimacy made his heart beat faster, he didn't dare to speak, neither did Su Ran.

The two walked quietly.The stone steps covered with thick snow creaked when stepped on.

Their steps overlapped, quiet and harmonious, the most perfect beat in winter.

***

Su Ran knew that Fu Xingfeng liked Yang Yang, but he didn't expect that he liked it that much.Even the idlers mentioned by Yang Yang have to take a look in person.

Love really makes people stupid.

He is also stupid.

He even wanted to eavesdrop on what the so-called "master" had planned for Fu Xingfeng.

It's fake, so it's not really a secret.

After Su Ran comforted herself in this way, she leaned forward to eavesdrop with peace of mind, but the sound insulation effect of the door was very good, and it wasn't until Fu Xingfeng suddenly raised his voice that he could hear clearly.

……

"Host, someone else's calculation is 899, but how can I calculate it at 8999? Although I have money, I'm not being taken advantage of!"

"...The benefactor is a person who borrowed a dead body to return to life, so he is naturally different from others."

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's really ridiculous. I'm reincarnated, but you're reincarnated!"

"...If the benefactor doesn't believe what the old monk said, he doesn't have to pay. As for the talisman that prevents disasters, he also needs to return it."

"Just such a broken purse, you sell me 8999?"

"Amitabha. To buy or not to buy depends on the donor."

"I... that's all. I paid you so much because I watched you talk nonsense with me for so long, and it was difficult to do business in heavy snow. It's not because of some resurrection. You, don't make black-hearted money in the future. Be careful of being reported by others. Feudal superstition, arrest you."

"Amitabha, the bodhisattva's heart will never be like this."

"You are a smooth-talking monk, and you can put a high hat on others. I don't care about you."

Fu Xingfeng's voice was obviously lacking in energy, and his voice was not even as loud as when he was arguing with him. He obviously believed with a guilty conscience.

But what does Fu Xingfeng believe in?

He actually believed the host that he was "resurrected from a dead body", so he had to spend a lot of money to buy talisman papers! ?

This……

This actually makes sense!

Yes, if Fu Xingfeng is not Fu Xingfeng, then everything makes sense...

After coming out of the hospital, he became a demon for no reason.

When I saw him, I said that I didn't love him anymore, so I wanted a divorce.

Fear of fire for no reason.

The sudden change of kindness and loyalty.

Even Jin Ming, whom he valued most in the past, was willing to fight.

And the innocence that would never appear in a vagabond...

There is nothing more fanciful than this, but there is no more reasonable explanation than this.

So he was not in love with that sinister and cunning prodigal son.

But fell in love with a kind, innocent man.

Su Ran suddenly felt a little dizzy, surprise and joy were like fluorescent waves full of blue tears, pouring layer after layer on the beach in his heart.

The dreamlike feeling was indescribable, and he really wanted to shout.

"Teacher Su." Fu Xingfeng bumped into him when he went out, and hurriedly hid the pink and purple purse in his hand, "Let's go."

"Wait a minute, I want to try too."

Fu Xingfeng was pulled in by him, yelling: "He won't allow it, you don't have to try. It's a waste of money."

"Amitabha." The host looked at the two of them with a smile, and was not surprised to see Fu Xingfeng come in again. "Now is this benefactor?"

"Yes, master, please help me with a fortune telling." He took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code next to him, "Master, how much incense do I need to pay for seeing me?"

The master touched Xiu's beard: "The donor is a normal person, and he only needs the normal incense money."

"Yes. But if your calculation is not accurate, I won't pay a cent." He knelt on the futon according to etiquette, bowed to the Buddha in front of him three times, then got up and sat at the fortune-telling table, spreading his left hand.

The master fiddled with his palm with a stick, then put his wrist on his wrist like a pulse, and after observing it for less than 3 minutes, he said: "You were unlucky when you were young. If a normal person forms a partner with you, there will be a catastrophe within two years. But if a person who has survived death is with you, both of them can prolong their lives."

"No, no, what nonsense. He lied to my money and tried to lie to my husband. What kind of life is a lone star, isn't it just that he is Kefu! I have been married to him for ten years, and it is very good that there is no disease or disaster. .This monk is talking about running the train.” Fu Xingfeng pulled him up and was about to leave. He just wanted to test the monk, but after listening to the first half of the paragraph, he felt more accurate.

The original Fu Xingfeng was suddenly carried into the ICU in the second year of his marriage, and then became the current Fu Xingfeng.

As for the unlucky childhood, meeting people is not kind.Of course it fits very well.

"Amitabha, it's up to you whether you agree or not. Since it's only half of the calculation, you don't need to pay for the incense." The monk stood up, tidied up briefly, and then put on a gesture of seeing off the guests.

Fu Xingfeng urged him, and called "husband" again.He still wanted to count, but he had already followed the people out.

"Mr. Su, you are not superstitious." Fu Xingfeng rolled his eyes at him, and walked forward without waiting for his answer.

A word stuck in his throat, he didn't know how to speak.

Fu Xingfeng, am I crazy?

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