The Playwright's Guide to First Love

Xie Wanxing's agent is called Lian Dan, 34 years old, known as a workaholic and strong woman, but she is devoted to Xie Wanxing and takes good care of her. In her words, seeing Xie Wanxing's little Her face softened, man, I just like pretty things.

Lian Dan seemed to be driving, and his voice was a little fuzzy, "Where are you Wan Xing? I heard from my assistant that you stayed in the hotel yesterday, and you have magazines to shoot the day after tomorrow. You are not allowed to mess around tonight. Go back and take care of me." Rest and get ready for the camera.”

Xie Wanxing opened his mouth, glanced at Fu Wenshan who was standing by the window again, and lowered his voice, "I just woke up, I played a little late yesterday, I'll go back later."

"Why is your voice a bit hoarse?" Lian Dan frowned. "Did you drink alcohol yesterday? Drink less."

It's fine if she doesn't talk about it, but when she talks about Xie Wanxing, her butt hurts.

But although he was full of grievances, he was not prepared to tell Lian Dan such a shameful thing, so he dealt with it casually, promising that he would stay at home honestly today.

"Then I'll ask my assistant to pick you up later, Longhua Hotel, right?" Lian Dan probably had something to do with him, so he hung up the phone after explaining.

The phone page went dark again.

Xie Wanxing leaned back on the sofa and saw that Fu Wenshan had also hung up the phone. The eyes of the two met in the air for a second, and then turned away in disgust.

After a long while, Xie Wanxing hugged the quilt and silently began to pick up his clothes that were thrown all over the floor last night.

The intensity of the battle last night can be seen just from the clothes that fell all over the floor. Xie Wanxing found that his shirt had been torn into rags, and his face turned dark again.

Fu Wenshan was better than him. He was already wearing pajamas when he went to bed yesterday, so the clothes were preserved.

Seeing that Xie Wanxing was carrying a torn shirt with a gloomy face, he said, "You can just wear mine first."

He threw his black shirt over.

Xie Wanxing was not polite to him, although Fu Wenshan's clothes were one size bigger than his, but it was better than this torn one.

"Then what are you wearing?" Xie Wanxing asked while holding his clothes.

"When you're gone, I'll ask my assistant to deliver the clothes."

They definitely can't go out together, this is Fu Wenshan's room, of course it's more appropriate for him to stay.

Xie Wanxing didn't say anything more, took his clothes into the bathroom and started to take a shower.

He blushed while taking a shower, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

Fu Wenshan, that bastard, didn't help him clean up at all yesterday.

The four sides of the glass in the bathroom are transparent, and he can clearly see his miserable condition from the mirror. His supple and white waist is full of fingerprints and pinch marks. It doesn't take much for that bastard Fu Wenshan to grab his waist and leave it behind. of.

He raised his hand and touched his lips. His lower lip was bitten off, and it even hurt a little when he touched it. He was going to shoot a magazine the day after tomorrow, and he didn't know if the marks on his body could be removed.

He thought of Fu Wenshan's almost terrifying physical strength yesterday, and couldn't help but trembled, secretly vowing that he would never have anything to do with this kind of person again.

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Half an hour later, Xie Wanxing packed up and came out of the bathroom.

Fu Wenshan was still sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette. When he heard the movement, he looked up, and couldn't help exerting a little force on his fingers holding the cigarette.

Xie Wanxing's black shirt fits him well. Although the size is one size too large, the black suits Xie Wanxing's porcelain-white complexion. His lips look soft and rosy probably because of the moisture on his lips. His hair is long. It has just been blown, and it falls softly from the shoulders. Although it does not have the femininity of a woman, it has a youthful sensuality.

"Let's pretend that nothing happened today." Xie Wanxing walked to the bedside to put on his shoes. He lowered his head to hide the expression on his face, pretending to be free and easy, "They are all men, and no one is missing a piece of meat." .”

Fu Wenshan had no objection either, he stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray, and said concisely, "Okay."

Xie Wanxing glanced around the room and confirmed that he didn't have any personal belongings left here, then he took a black mask from the cabinet, put it on, opened the door and left.

Before he went out, he asked his assistant to confirm that there were no paparazzi guarding the hotel.

Although same-sex marriage has been legalized these days, it is still not as easy to spread rumors between two male stars as a man and a woman.

He wasn't very worried, but still unconsciously quickened his pace.

·

When he walked out of the hotel, his assistant Wang Xiaoming was already waiting for him in a nanny car. His assistant's name was very interesting. When he applied for the job, he emphasized eight times that it was his real name.

Xie Wanxing lowered his head and got into the car.

Back in the familiar space, he tore off the mask, let out a sigh of relief, brushed all his hair back, revealing his slender and fair neck, and then unbuttoned the topmost button.

Wang Xiaoming originally wanted to chat with Xie Wanxing, but he saw the hickey on Xie Wanxing's neck in the rearview mirror, and immediately froze there, staring at the mirror dumbfounded, "Brother, what did you do last night?" What did you do?!"

He has been with Xie Wanxing for a year, and he knows that Xie Wanxing has never had those scandals, and he can be called a clean stream in the entertainment industry.

In the end, after only one night, his pure brother Xie was defiled.

Wang Xiaoming felt that he wanted to vomit blood.

Xie Wanxing raised her eyes gloomily, "You see it when you see it, don't tell Sister Lian. I accidentally slept with someone yesterday."

Wang Xiaoming was a little hesitant. He started the car and said hesitantly, "Brother, who are you talking to... What's the matter? If you don't tell Sister Lian, what should you do if the other side is hyping up?"

His words were also for Xie Wanxing's consideration.

Although Xie Wanxing is not considered top-notch in the circle, it's not like he's nowhere to be found. Recently, the popularity has soared all the way.

Fu Wenshan's indifferent face flashed before Xie Wanxing's eyes, and he pursed his lips, "Probably not, the other side probably wants to get rid of me."

Wang Xiaoming was a little curious immediately, he glanced at Xie Wanxing again, seeing that his face was not as dark as when he got in the car, he asked cautiously, "Brother, who did you sleep with?"

He was really surprised. He knew how picky Xie Wanxing's character was. Although Xie Wanxing hadn't been in the industry for a long time, there was an endless stream of love for him, from investors to cast members.

It's just that Xie Wanxing didn't need to ask for help, and secondly, he didn't like dewy marriages, so he never accepted it.

Xie Wanxing leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest, when he heard Wang Xiaoming ask him.

He hooked the corner of his mouth and spit out a few words, "With a bald man."

Fu Wenshan, since his debut, has always had an inch-cut hairstyle. No matter how long Xie Wanxing's hair is, his hair is as short as it is, and only a short layer of stubble can be seen.Fortunately, his facial features can stand the test, and with this hairstyle, he is even more handsome and sharp. When taking photos in magazines, he casually sat on the steps, his eyelashes drooping slightly, his eyes indifferent, fascinated everyone outside the studio The female staff screamed.

Only Fu Wenshan's black fans persistently ridiculed him as a reform-through-labour prisoner.

Xie Wanxing joined the ranks of black fans at this moment.

Wang Xiaoming: "???"

He frantically filtered in his mind who in the entertainment industry had bald heads, not to mention female stars, there were none at all.The remaining few are more famous, either comedians, or martial arts tough guys around 40 years old.

Holding his little heart in his hands, Wang Xiaoming finally realized a problem.

"Brother, you slept with... a man last night?"

Xie Wanxing still kept his eyes closed, and gave a calm "hmm".

In fact, his heart was far less calm than the surface, he would gnash his teeth with hatred for a while, and then wanted to turn around and beat Fu Wenshan again.

But to put it bluntly, it's no wonder that Fu Wenshan was responsible, both parties were responsible, and he didn't want to be entangled hypocritically, so he could only hold back his breath silently.

Wang Xiaoming in the front row also silently closed his mouth and concentrated on driving.

He didn't dare to ask nonsense anymore, he was afraid that he would be stimulated again, so he would accidentally drive the car into a ditch.

·

And in Fu Wenshan's car over there, his manager Jiang Han heard that he had inexplicably slept with a person who walked into the wrong room last night.

He is Fu Wenshan's queen manager, and there is only a big boss like Fu Wenshan under him, and he was specially hired by the Fu family to escort Fu Wenshan's career in the entertainment industry.

Compared with a manager, he sometimes feels that he is more like a chief executive, dedicated to serving the prince.

"Who did you sleep with, Mr. Fu, Boss Fu, I don't have too high demands on your private life, but you can keep me clean and safe anyway?" Jiang Han said earnestly, and he looked at Fu Wenshan's paralyzed face , I deeply feel that his salary may not be enough for future medical expenses, "You tell me honestly, who is it, I will definitely not go out and talk nonsense, and I will not pass it on to your brother."

Fu Wenshan has already put on a new shirt, which is also black, and it looks like a couple's shirt with the one Xie Wanxing just wore.

He didn't want to hide it from Jiang Han, but thinking of Xie Wanxing's violent appearance, he probably didn't want anyone to know.

"A man in the industry. I have nothing else to say." Fu Wenshan looked at his manager calmly, "The other side won't use it for hype. He cherishes feathers very much, and he doesn't want people to know more than I do."

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Xie Wanxing sneezed in the car.

He took a blanket and covered himself, suspecting that he had caught a cold from yesterday's strenuous exercise.

At this time, both Xie Wanxing and Fu Wenshan felt from the bottom of their hearts that it was impossible for them to meet again in the short term.

After all, one specializes in acting, the other is obsessed with singing, and there are no parties or endorsements recently, so the encounters are almost infrequent.

But never expected.

More than half a month later, they met on the same variety show.

Both face.