On the Routine of President Wen

For some reason, Fu Yihuan always felt that the way Chen Liang looked at him was strange. How should I put it, it was that kind of indifference with enthusiasm, and disdain with respect.

According to Fu Yihuan's guess, as Luo Heng's right-hand man, Chen Liang should have been used to such things as the president taking care of a young lover, but he was a little curious about the fact that this time it was a man.And Chen Liang's curiosity was quite sneaky.

Feeling the gaze from behind again, Fu Yihuan turned his head suddenly, this time he finally managed to catch Chen Liang who had peeked at him N times, and looked at Chen Liang who was looking at him calmly. , Fu Yihuan asked bluntly: "Why does Assistant Chen keep staring at me?"

"Don't dare, it's Mr. Fu's illusion." Chen Liang acted frankly and without guilt at all, "What does Mr. Fu think of this apartment? If you are still not satisfied, Mr. Luo still has two apartments in City X." , three villas, I can show you there. Mr. Luo said, if you are not satisfied, you can buy a new one and decorate it according to your favorite style. "

"Don't bother, it's very good here, I'm very satisfied." Fu Yihuan opened the beige curtains, overlooking the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The floor-to-ceiling windows vaguely reflected the shadow of Chen Liang behind him. A big white eye.

When he turned around, Chen Liang still had that poker face, and his tone of voice was still indifferent: "Okay. Mr. Fu, please do your own thing. Mr. Luo has ordered other things, so I will leave first. If Mr. Fu needs anything, Please call me anytime."

Fu Yihuan nodded, sent Chen Liang out and thanked him, and then slowly and carefully inspected the huge duplex apartment.

The location of this apartment is very good, the most prosperous area in the city center, the penthouse on the [-]th floor, completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the city, the apartment is surrounded by tempered glass on all sides, one can imagine what a splendid scene it will be from a bird's-eye view at night .

In the open kitchen, the wine cabinet built into the entire wall is filled with various brands of foreign famous wines, and all kinds of kitchen utensils are available, but they all look brand new, even the labels have not been torn off.

Opening the double-door refrigerator, Fu Yihuan couldn't help but feel ashamed when he saw a certain brand of boxed milk neatly stacked in the entire refrigerator room. Does this imply that he wants to "flour the fragrance of milk"?

What Fu Yihuan couldn't understand the most was that there was actually only one bedroom in such a large apartment, and this bedroom that took up the entire space on the second floor was simply staggering.

One bed, one table, one chair, one wardrobe, one bathroom, that's all.

After wandering in circles in the bedroom for a while, Fu Yihuan opened the closet, and was surprised to find that it was full of suits, white, black, wine red... Then he opened the bottom drawer, black and white shirts, ties of various colors, and even pajamas and underwear Everything is available.

Is this... the President sent someone to prepare in advance?

Looking at all the suits in front of him, Fu Yihuan fell into deep thought. Is there a legendary dance or charity party waiting for him? Mr. Luo has prepared so many suits so that he can choose a suitable one so that he can take him out of the park. Bright debut, shocking the audience?

Thinking of this, Fu Yihuan took a light gray suit casually, put it on and looked at himself in the mirror, Fu Yihuan had a strange feeling like a little kid wearing his father's suit secretly.

For Fu Yihuan, who is 178cm tall, this suit is obviously two or three sizes too big. Looking at the size, this suit should belong to Luo Heng, right?Fu Yihuan couldn't help doubting himself, did Luo Heng have eye problems and overestimated him, or did he misunderstand that this dress was not for him?

Before Fu Yihuan could figure it out, the cell phone in his pocket rang. The earth-shattering, weeping ringtone was even more soul-stirring in the empty room. He was so frightened that he slammed back and stepped on the hem of his trousers mopping the floor. , instantly fell to the ground.

This fall was a bit hard, Fu Yihuan felt numbness in his buttocks, got up with difficulty, took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his changed clothes, glanced at the caller, his scalp became numb, and connected the phone: "Hi , Sister Chen, I..."

"What are you!" Sister Chen yelled, and Fu Yihuan moved the phone away from his ear in time. Even though it was far away, the voice on the other end could still be heard clearly, "What time is it? Huh? What's the matter with you recently? Don't want to do it anymore? All right, pay the liquidated damages and get lost!"

"No, Miss Chen, I..."

"What? What's wrong with your family again? Get the hell out of here! If you don't make it to Hengcheng Film and Television City in 10 minutes, your salary from yesterday will be used to cover the liquidated damages." Sister Chen said this angrily. Just hung up the phone.

In fact, Fu Yihuan can completely let Sister Chen dove. After all, he has the thickest thigh, and Luo Heng also promised to give him the first-hand resources of his entertainment company, which means that he will sign him to Rock Entertainment. Then, He believed that Luo Heng would pay the liquidated damages on the performing arts company's behalf.

However, Fu Yihuan still planned to go this trip. Sister Chen said that she would pay him yesterday's salary together with today's salary. He didn't feel sorry for the 200 yuan, but mainly because he worked so hard pretending to be a corpse yesterday, and he felt sorry for him. For myself, give some money to appease the injured heart.

In addition, no matter what, he is a famous actor. Only by going to more sets and showing his face more can he leave a more impression on everyone. Unforgettable, sentimental, etc., the protagonist of the novel, anything is possible.

Under the light of the protagonist's halo, Fu Yihuan arrived at Hengcheng Film and Television City in time, and was inevitably poked by Sister Chen, and then brought into the dressing room by a certain makeup artist, where he changed into the clothes of an ancient death row prisoner and wore a long wig.

Sitting in front of the mirror, I watched the make-up artist dot here and there, and soon, under the messy long hair, a face of a death row prisoner with no blood, peeling lips, and black eyes gradually appeared, transforming With such makeup on, Fu Yihuan smiled lightly, which actually made the makeup artist feel a little...distressed.

After stepping into the prison car, Fu Yihuan made his hair messy as required by the script, and lowered his head slightly, covering most of his face.

The prison car was staggering on the way to the execution ground. As a disciple of a sect who was pulled out to block the knife by the real murderer who assassinated the court official, along the way, Fu Yihuan was smashed all over his body by eggs, tomatoes, celery, etc. In order to create a realistic effect, These things were thrown at him literally, and the pain was bearable, but the smell of egg liquid mixed with tomatoes and celery was really uncomfortable after a long time.

After finally getting to the execution ground, when Fu Yihuan was pressed and knelt down on the beheading platform facing the camera, he seemed to inadvertently shake off the hair on his face, intending to quietly add some drama to himself.

It happened that a gust of wind blew, and Fu Yihuan's pale but bitter self-deprecating face was perfectly displayed in front of the crowd and the camera. In just such a moment, he also showed the unyielding nature of being framed to the extreme.

In the eyes of others, although the condemned prisoner looked in a state of disarray, no one could see the slightest fear of death. Instead, there was a mockery of the filth in the world. For him, death seemed to be a relief. .

After the filming of this scene, Fu Yihuan walked to the dressing room covered in sticky egg liquid and tomato juice, and walked out after changing his clothes, with that weird smell still on his body, but he was so busy with the scene that he didn't have time to take a shower , had no choice but to endure.

The first time he stepped out of the dressing room, Fu Yihuan felt that the atmosphere of the whole set was not right. From the actors to the staff, everyone was staring at him. fear.

Just when Fu Yihuan thought that his superb acting skills had conquered everyone present, Luo Heng's familiar voice came from behind him: "Yihuan." With the words gentle and doting, it successfully aroused his goosebumps. pimple.

Fu Yihuan turned his head and saw Luo Heng and the director walking towards him one after the other. Luo Heng smiled, looking like a professional smirk, while the director was smiling all over his face and sweating profusely, as if he had experienced something A thrilling moment of life and death.

"Mr. Luo, why are you here?" Seeing Luo Heng standing one step away from him, Fu Yihuan silently took a step back to avoid the smell on his body from making the CEO feel uncomfortable.

But Luo Heng still smelled it, frowned and sniffed at his neck, then straightened up, frowning even tighter: "Why don't you take a bath?"

Hearing the sound of panting one after another, Fu Yihuan blushed slightly, and said intermittently: "I...behind me...there are nine...nine games, it's...too late."

"Stop filming, go home and take a shower." Luo Heng said, holding Fu Yihuan's hand and walking out in front of everyone, not forgetting to turn his head and nod to the director, "This scene was shot well, especially It's the last shot before beheading. I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"I also think that Mr. Fu's filming is wonderful, Mr. Luo walk slowly." The director said.

Being forcibly pulled by Luo Heng's brute force, Fu Yihuan's footsteps became chaotic, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he was about to fall to the ground with a "Ouch", Luo Heng turned around and hugged him .

In Fu Yihuan's ear came Luo Heng's lowered voice, joking: "Put yourself in the arms? Not bad, it can make the relationship solid."

Helping Luo Heng to stand firm, Fu Yihuan looked at Sister Chen who was so surprised that she hadn't closed her jaw from the beginning to the end, and shouted: "Sister Chen, my man won't let me shoot the next 200 scenes, please Settle yesterday's wages, and the liquidated damages will come later."

After shouting, Fu Yihuan raised his head, raised his eyebrows and whispered to Luo Heng: "Now, it's done."

Sister Chen didn't react for a long time, until Luo Heng glanced at her coldly, she swallowed her saliva, took out her wallet in a panic, walked forward, tremblingly holding two sheets of Grandpa Mao, respectfully Said: "This...this is...your...your salary..."

"Thank you, Sister Chen, for your careful cultivation during this time." After receiving the money, Fu Yihuan said with a pointed smile.

Hearing these words, Sister Chen's lips turned pale in an instant, she didn't dare to lift her head, and said in a panic: "No, no, I was the one who was abrupt, I was the one who offended, I..."

"Hehe," Fu Yihuan chuckled twice, and stuffed the 200 yuan into the left chest pocket of Luo Heng's suit, "I'll remember both the good and the bad. Sister Chen doesn't need to be modest."

Luo Heng looked down at Fu Yihuan's demeanor, his eyes were full of smiles, seeing him stuffing 200 yuan into his pocket, he was puzzled, only to hear him turn his head and say to himself: "Luo Heng ...Ah Heng, I did not earn this 200 yuan very easily, it means a lot to me, such a special thing, I just want to give it to the most special you."

"..." Luo Heng blinked, and understood that Fu Yihuan wanted to show his affection openly. After thinking about it, he lightly kissed him on the forehead, "Your significance is mine, and I will cherish it. "

The eye-catching interaction between the two exploded Weibo in the first second after they left.

"Shocked! The head of the Luo family has come out publicly!"

"Reveal the secret, the secret lover of the million-year-old golden bachelor Luo Heng!"

"In those years, the corpses we saw were all his!"

"President of the Rock Group vs. a professional corpse owner, is it the temptation of money or the loss of the body?"

"Bang, Fu Yihuan's black history, you are worth having!"

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Fu Yihuan didn't see the news on Weibo immediately. He was in the apartment looking at Luo Heng who had changed into home clothes.