Heartthrob's Guide to Rollovers

"Director Fang?"

Assistant Xiao Yang pushed open the door and looked around. There was no one in the lounge, only a script in a black cover lay quietly on the table.He stopped hesitantly, and was about to close the door and exit, but his face suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on the red figure who appeared in the corner who didn't know when, and he took two steps back in a jerk before he could barely stop.

"Who...?" Xiao Yang was still in shock, boldly took two steps closer, took a closer look, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry: "Master, what are you squatting here for?"

The woman curled up in the corner was wearing a fiery red dress, the skirt hanging down on the ground like red lotuses, her long black hair hanging down her back and spreading to her waist. At first glance, she really looked like a woman in a horror movie.

If you ignore her constant action of biting her nails.

Yang Tao looked up at him quietly, then lowered her head in disappointment, and continued to gnaw her nails.

"Master, what happened, where is Director Fang?" Xiao Yang asked quickly.

Silence, long silence.

Just when Xiao Yang thought he would not get a response, he heard Yang Tao's slow answer: "I'm looking for Yueci."

"Then you are...?"

Yang Tao: "...nervous."

Xiao Yang was also silent for a while.

Three years ago, the actor died of illness, and the senior executives of the digital company were poached by a hostile company. Dayang was so nervous when he could only rush the duck to the shelves to take the position of director of the investment department.Later, I gradually honed to be able to stand alone, and the whole person became more mature and capable, and I never showed such a little girl's posture again. What's wrong now?

He was secretly startled, but now that the situation is serious, he can't take care of Yang Tao's affairs, so he can only pat her on the shoulder comfortingly, and whispered: "You take a rest first, I'll come back to you when I'm done."

After that, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, opened the door and walked out of the lounge, and dialed the manager of the Shulan Club: "Manager Chen, I am Yang Shu, the assistant of Director Fang, please adjust the monitoring and check for me. Director Fang's current location."

……

Outside the door of the shooting room, Xiao Yang and Manager Chen hurried over, but they stood stiffly and did not dare to open the door. They could only quietly watch the scene in front of them.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, Fu Sanye and Fang Zhonggui stood facing each other, their brows were cold and fierce, and they were tit for tat refusing to give in to each other.

Xiao Yang was stunned for a moment, it was the first time he saw Director Fang so emotionally exposed, and he still had a dispute with Mr. Fu, who had always been respected and would not be provoked easily.You know, he has been with Fang Dao for more than two years, not to mention being so tit-for-tat, even emotional agitation is rarely seen, he seems to be isolated from the world, his indifference is terrifying.

However, this kind of peace, after returning to the country... no, it should be after meeting Yueci, it fell apart like shattered ice, the indifference melted, and people gradually had the breath of a living person.

Indoors, Mr. Fu looked at Fang Zhonggui who stood in front of Yue Ci, his god-like face gradually turned cold, Manager Chen gasped when he saw it, the bitterness on his face became more and more intense, it's over, it's over, The third master is really angry!

When he came to the clubhouse today, although his face was as calm as ever, Manager Chen, who had worked under him for many years, was still keenly aware of his faint displeasure, and the whole clubhouse was trembling, wishing he could She shrank her body in the cracks in the ground and dared not show her head.

Unexpectedly, after playing in the shooting room for a while, not only did I not vent, but I was irritated by others!

At this moment, the two people clearly saw from the angle outside the door that Yueci who was in the Shura field seemed to be unaware, and the wooden warehouse in his hand was casually thrown by him. He poured himself a glass of red wine, chuckled and said something.

In an instant, the faces of the two people softened slightly at the same time, and Mr. Fu returned to his usual calm appearance. Fang Zhonggui took a step back, looked away, and looked at Yueci. His tightly pursed thin lips moved slightly, wanting to say something What, but was interrupted in the next second.

Xiao Yang pushed the door open and ran in, interrupted his words, and handed over the phone anxiously: "Director Fang, it's a call from abroad."

Fang Zhonggui looked at him with a bad expression.

Xiao Yang was startled, but still insisted on handing over the phone, and whispered, "Something went wrong."

Yue Ci saw it, chuckled, and comforted him: "Answer the phone first, we can talk later if there is something to do."

Hearing this sentence, Fang Zhonggui's eyes drooped slightly, and finally he answered the phone with Xiao Yang's nervous expression.

The person on the other end of the phone said something, and his face gradually turned cold.

After hanging up, the brows became a little more tired. He looked at Yueci with forbearance and restraint: "The Fang family has something that I need to deal with, and it won't take long. When I come back, I hope you can give me some help." A chance to be alone, let's talk."

What to talk about?

Yue Ci didn't ask, but nodded with a smile, and made a promise with an affirmative attitude: "Yes, as long as you want, you can do it anytime."

There were two people missing in the shooting room, and it suddenly felt more than half empty. Manager Chen had followed Xiao Yang in without thinking before. The third master vented his anger, and he didn't know how he died.

Yue Ci leaned lazily on the sofa, drank the red wine in the glass, and saw "Third Uncle" put down the wooden bin in his hand, walked into the bathroom calmly, turned on the faucet, and the clear water poured down .

Yue Ci leaned aside, watching his movements curiously.

He noticed the hands of many people. Lu Xi's fingers were as white as finely crafted works of art, and Fang Zhonggui's hands always had a faint ink fragrance because they often wrote.And the hands in front of him are slender and powerful, with distinct joints, not like the delicate skin and tender flesh pampered by the rich, but with a faint explosive power, which is extremely dangerous.

Thinking of the man's resolute and murderous action when he raised his gun, Yue Ci was thoughtful. He had no doubt that his hands had been stained with blood.

But right now, the man slightly rolled up his cuffs, revealing a white wrist.

He washed his hands very meticulously. The hand that held the wooden warehouse was taken care of carefully, as if he was taking a very serious job. The clear water washed his hands clean without any trace of dust.

In Yueci's eyes, there was only a two-word comment: cleanliness.

But thinking of just now, the man put his hands on his shoulders with a strong movement, and put a slight quotation mark after cleanliness, the meaning is unknown.

He smiled vaguely, raised his eyebrows and asked deliberately: "Didn't you say you want to teach me to choose the model of the wooden warehouse?"

The soft towel sucked up all the water droplets. The man turned his head to look at him, his deep eyes saw through him at a glance, and said lightly: "You are emotionally unstable now, and you won't touch the wooden warehouse again."

Yue Ci was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and smiled happily: "You are very accurate."

His body leaned slightly, and he got closer to the man, blinked, his peach blossom eyes became brighter and brighter: "I'm going back, I had a great time with you today, this is a very memorable experience."

After finishing speaking, he lazily stretched his waist and waved his hands: "See you by fate."

Mr. Fu stood where he was, looking at his back without nostalgia when he left, with deep eyes, and after a while, he ordered lightly: "Send him the VIP card of the hall."

Of course we will meet again, he thought that if he provoked him, he could just leave like he used to treat others.

Since the little fox came to the door by himself, there is no reason to let it go.

Manager Chen quickly responded, and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The waiter brewed the tea in good time, and the rich tea fragrance filled the room.

The third master put down the towel, took a sip of tea, and said, "Continue to check his identity and background. The information from last time was insufficient."

insufficient?

Manager Chen was astonished, but still tactfully did not ask, and only said: "Yes, I understand."

Of course not enough.

Mr. Fu lowered his eyes. A child from a poor family even had to drop out of school to work in high school because his mother was addicted to gambling and owed huge debts. If he hadn't been scouted to enter the entertainment circle, he would have no idea how miserable he is now end.

After entering the entertainment industry, he devoted all his energy to studying in training classes and participating in TV dramas, and the rest of his time was spent by Fu Jin's side as a selfless and dedicated servant with no complaints or regrets.

His wooden warehouse is so good, although it is not as good as a professional, but it can also be seen that he has been trained for many years. Where did he get the time to play with the wooden warehouse, and where did he get the opportunity to touch the pistol?

What's more, the cunning and playful little fox in front of him is completely different from the cowardly and infatuated image in the data.

After Manager Chen withdrew, the third master clenched his hands, and the feeling of resting on Yueci's shoulder seemed to be warm, but unexpectedly, there was no sense of rejection.