Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

42.

After three months of filming, Zhong Siyuan didn't go to the company for a long time. This morning he got up early and went out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to make arrangements for Fang Zhixing: "Tonight's finale, wait for me to pick you up at home."

Fang Zhixing turned over, covered his head with the quilt, and said annoyedly: "Come on, stop talking!"

It looked like he couldn't wake up, and successfully confused Zhong Siyuan.As soon as the door was closed, Fang Zhixing jumped out of bed energetically to wash his face and brush his teeth.

He was sick for several days, and he was under strict supervision. He felt he had recovered, but Zhong Siyuan restricted his movements, which was really domineering.

The key point is that Fang Zhixing still dare not resist, and his life is really hard.

After tidying himself up, Fang Zhixing gave Mozart a haircut by the way, and then drove to the Seventh Ship.

In the past few months, the tickets for the performances have been sold out, and the seven warships are rarely busy, practicing kung fu, rehearsing dance, the lively scene seems to have returned to the time when Fang Zhixing was very young.

As soon as he appeared, the actors stopped what they were doing and surrounded him. They hadn't seen him for three months, so they all missed him.

When Ji Chuan heard the news, he came here. This man is flamboyant. He wears sunglasses indoors on rainy days. He doesn't know what the picture is about.Seeing Fang Zhixing, half of his glasses fell off: "Why aren't you at home recuperating?"

Fang Zhixing pushed open the door of the practice room, found his own cabinet and prepared to change clothes: "I'm all right."

"Really?" Ji Chuan looked at him suspiciously, and took out his mobile phone, "I'll ask Actor Zhong."

"Hey, hey," Fang Zhixing pressed Ji Chuan, "Are you a brother? Why are you still making small reports!"

Ji Chuan put down his phone, put his elbow on Fang Zhixing's shoulder: "Do you know what you look like now?"

Fang Zhixing had a premonition that there would be no good words behind: "What?"

"The unlucky man who is afraid that his wife will go home and settle accounts!"

Fang Zhixing pressed Ji Chuan on the handle with his backhand: "Do you know why you have been single for 30 years and can't find a partner?"

Ji Chuan grinned and struggled: "Why!"

"Attitude is a problem, a man who doesn't respect his wife's opinion is not a good man!"

The two had a fight in front of the mirror, Fang Zhixing just happened to be ill, after the fight he was out of breath and lying on the pole, Ji Chuan leaned against the pole to wipe his sweat, and shouted: "Hey, Zhixing."

"what?"

"How did your uncle solve that problem?"

Ji Chuan held back for several days, and didn't dare to ask on the phone, fearing that Fang Zhixing hadn't told Zhong Siyuan, and the two were tired of being together all day long, so don't accidentally expose it.

Fang Zhixing was worried when he mentioned this matter. He went to Yang Shuming's house to see his grandmother yesterday, and he specially chose to go when his uncle was not at home. Who knew that this bastard was only looking for someone to be unhappy, and Yang Shuming came back after sitting for half an hour It's like they came here to block him.

"How else can I solve it? I gave him 10 yuan."

"Fuck!" Ji Chuan scolded, "You can't keep spoiling him like this, he will make an inch of it. Look at him in the past two years, he has asked for more each time, and more frequently every year."

Fang Zhixing rubbed his face: "He said that if I don't give it, I will go to Kim Yoo Hee."

Ji Chuan couldn't even pronounce dirty words this time. Such an unlucky uncle at the booth was not doing enough, so he just pushed his nephew into the fire pit.

"Forget it, don't think too much about it." Ji Chuan changed the subject, "I haven't practiced for three months, okay? Shall I ask my brother to come and stretch your legs?"

"Cut." Fang Zhixing raised his leg to put on the pole, and coaxed, "It's not a problem."

Fang Zhixing actually turned from a high fever to a cold, and the illness is still not fully recovered. He had a runny nose while pressing his legs all morning, and was dizzy from the air-conditioned warm air in the practice room.

Finally, it was noon, and he put on his coat and went to the cafeteria to eat a big pot meal. As soon as he got the plate in his hand, Zhong Siyuan called.

"Come on!" Fang Zhixing threw the dinner plate to Ji Chuan, "Help me get a chicken leg and deep-fried shrimp, and I'll answer the phone!"

He ran away without a trace, and the colleagues in line were puzzled and asked Ji Chuan, "Why is Zhixing running so fast?"

Ji Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly: "The family has checked the post."

Fang Zhixing hid in a quiet corner to answer the phone, panting: "Brother Yuan, have you eaten yet?"

"On the way, how about you?"

"Oh, I'm about to order some noodles."

Zhong Siyuan seemed dissatisfied: "Don't be too casual, your illness is just right."

Fang Zhixing said vaguely, "Well, I'm too lazy to cook alone."

Zhong Siyuan also had nothing to do with him: "Remember to take medicine after eating, I'll be back around three o'clock in the afternoon, don't run around."

"Okay, got it, you go to eat."

Hanging up the phone without any risk, Fang Zhixing heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Zhong Siyuan would return at [-] o'clock, so he would also withdraw at [-] o'clock, so the time should be just right.

Fang Zhixing went to eat happily, took a nap in the theater lounge after dinner, and then got up happily and continued to practice.

It is now the end of November, and he is going to dance "Peacock Princess" on the Seventh Ship on New Year's Eve.

There is only one protagonist in this dance. Before Fang Zhixing took over Zhou Fangping's burden to dance this dance, the public had the impression that the peacock princess should be a woman.But Qijian took a different approach, not only cultivated the male concubine Yu, but also handed over the peacock dance to Fang Zhixing.

He convened a team of peacock dancers in the practice room, and said straight to the point: "In previous years, the box-sealing performance was the finale of "House of Flying Daggers", but this year it was changed to "Peacock Princess". Grandma is getting old, and the theater can now choose this kind of person." Not many, those with senior qualifications all have their own masterpieces, and they can’t spare the energy to prepare for others. I took this seat with the cheek not to replace anyone, but to inherit it. Our goals are the same, and we all have the same goal. I think that the Seventh Ship can go on for a long time. I am confident that the Seventh Ship will be able to come back to life after the box is sealed this year. So I will take the lead first, and there is still more than a month. Everyone, prepare well, and then let the audience watch the dance drama. Charm, look at the charm of each dancer. I will put the words here first, each of you will be qualified to play the role of Peacock Princess in the future, and the judging criteria will refer to the performance of the box-sealing performance."

As soon as Fang Zhi's words came out, the dancers became excited one by one.

Zhou Fangping's "The Peacock Princess" is a benchmark in the industry, and no one has ever thought of replacing it, even if it is a backup dancer, it is already very proud.

The Peacock Princess and Zhou Fangping seem to have been equated long ago, so that no one will wonder why the Peacock Princess must be Zhou Fangping?There are talented people from generation to generation, and Zhou Fangping will grow old, but there are more capable and young dancers. They may not be inferior to Zhou Fangping, but they lack opportunities and experience.

But now, Fang Zhixing took the lead in breaking this rule. There is not only one Peacock Princess, and the next person to create the myth is even among them.

So everyone became more motivated, and everyone wanted to be the first in the box-sealing performance and become the new Peacock Princess.

Fang Zhixing set off from the theater on time at three o'clock. Before leaving, Ji Chuan looked at him with strange eyes, and felt that he had been labeled as a "strict wife".

About four to ten minutes after arriving home, the elevator was slowly closing when he entered the corridor, and he ran to catch up. When the door opened, he was dumbfounded. He and Zhong Siyuan looked at each other, the latter was surprised for a moment, and immediately challenged raised eyebrows.

Fang Zhixing took a step back subconsciously: "I want to explain."

Zhong Siyuan stepped out the door, grabbed his collar and dragged him in: "Sure."

As the elevator went up, Fang Zhixing clung to Zhong Siyuan's arm in a cowardly manner, and shamelessly raised his head to go to his relative's house: "I haven't seen you for a day, give me a kiss."

Zhong Siyuan slapped Fang Zhixing's mouth with his palm: "Come here less."

Fang Zhixing didn't care so much, he pulled Zhong Siyuan's hand, pushed him against the wall with all his strength, and gnawed his neck when he couldn't kiss his face, just like playing hooligans, he didn't look like he wanted to explain well at all.

Zhong Siyuan originally planned to give him a chance, but Fang Zhixing's attitude of admitting mistakes is really bad, and he likes to flirt, his sharp teeth are biting his Adam's apple, Liu Xiahui can't stand this!

It just so happened that the elevator reached the floor with a ding-dong, and he grabbed Fang Zhixing by the heels of his legs to lift him up, his face even heavier than when he entered the elevator.

Fang Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, this trend is wrong, why does it feel like Zhong Siyuan is even more angry.

Walking to the door in two or three steps, Zhong Siyuan ordered coldly: "Open the door."

Fang Zhixing was really honest this time, he twisted his body to unlock it with his fingerprint, trying to save it: "I was wrong."

Zhong Siyuan didn't speak, but strode into the house, and the walk brought a gust of cold wind.

Mozart was stuck in the corridor leading to the bedroom, meowing in terror, his hair seemed to explode, and he walked out of the catwalk for the first time in his life, and quickly gave way to seek refuge.

The bedroom door slammed shut, Fang Zhixing's eyes blurred, and he was already thrown on the bed.

He just propped up his upper body: "Brother Yuan..."

Zhong Siyuan attached himself in the next moment, blocking his lips forcefully.

This time Fang Zhixing knew that he had taken it off, his ears burned red quickly, and he grabbed the fabric on Zhong Siyuan's shoulder helplessly with his fingers, and he grabbed it off again and pressed him firmly on the bed.

When they parted, Fang Zhixing was almost out of breath, and the kissed man lost all his ideas.

Zhong Siyuan began to torture him after he had made up his will: "Where did you go?"

Fang Zhixing's apricot eyes were dazed, with sweet juice dripping from his eyes, and when he spoke, his red and plump lips trembled pitifully: "Seven ships..."

"When did you go?"

Fang Zhixing pursed his lips and dared not answer.

Zhong Siyuan pinched Fang Zhixing's waist in a gentle manner: "Speak."

Fang Zhixing trembled, and hummed softly like a cat, completely unintentionally, but Zhong Siyuan's eyes darkened a bit when he heard it.Then he replied in a low voice unwillingly: "After you leave."

The hand pinching the waist rested on Fang Zhixing's belt buckle, Zhong Siyuan squinted his eyes and hooked it lightly, and commented: "Not honest."

There was a rustling sound, and Mozart poked his face out from the opposite side vigilantly, probably because Fang Zhixing had been treating him well recently, this bold and small fat cat finally found his conscience, pawing at the crack of the door and listening to the corner of the wall.

After a while, the fat cat stretched out its paw suspiciously and patted the door.

As if in response, there was a pitiful grunt from inside, Fang Zhixing hummed weakly as if he had eaten Shixiang Ruanjin powder: "Don't be like this..."

Half an hour later, Fang Zhixing was admitted and subdued, and sat in the cloakroom with his stomach in his arms, watching Zhong Siyuan pick out clothes.

In the evening, I was going to participate in the wrap-up banquet. When I started the machine, I pursued a low-key and casual cutscene to end, but the wrap-up banquet was full of fanfare.

The banquet dresses were delivered a few days ago. Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan each chose three sets.

Fang Zhixing sat still, the lamp on the top of the cloakroom was dazzling, but his eyes were dull, as if his soul had been taken away.

"How about this one?"

Zhong Siyuan was holding a smoggy blue casual suit.

Fang Zhixing rolled his eyes slowly, nodded and said, "OK."

Zhong Siyuan commanded remotely: "Go and change."

"No." Fang Zhixing rubbed his stomach and felt wronged, "I'm a little weak now."

Zhong Siyuan sneered mercilessly: "So careless?"

No matter what, torturing him three times in half an hour, who can stand it!Of course, I can't blame other people, who made the first two times so fast, Fang Zhixing lost all face, looked up at him: "I'm still sick!"

"It's fine when you're running around." Zhong Siyuan dragged him off the ground, "Do you want me to change it for you?"

Fang Zhixing grabbed the clothes: "No need!"

When it was his turn to pick clothes, Zhong Siyuan was very casual. He picked up a random one and started to wear it. The two of them faced each other and took off only their underpants. feared.

He put it on first, his skin was white against the smog blue lining, and he felt like a noble little prince when he looked in front of the mirror.

Fang Zhixing was really shameless, boasting: "I look so extravagant."

Zhong Siyuan stood behind him, wearing a black half-high collar and a buttonless black suit jacket. With that indifferent and handsome face, he looked like a gloomy vampire in an old castle.

Fang Zhixing was almost fascinated by this man, so he turned around and kissed him, feeling that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

Zhong Siyuan let others be frivolous, and waited for Fang Zhixing to taste the taste before teasing: "Not enough?"

Depend on!

The road to the top is still collapsed!

The finale banquet was held at Huating Hotel, and Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan arrived in the same car.

Many people came to the wrap-up banquet this time, including directors, screenwriters, producers, and investment tycoons, rich businessmen gathered in the banquet hall.

As soon as the two male protagonists appeared, they became the focus of the audience. Fang knew that he was not fully recovered from his illness, so Zhong Siyuan refused to let him drink. The two of them each held a glass of grape juice, which was really strange.

Even so, there were always people offering wine around, Fang Zhixing said with a smile: "Sorry, I really can't drink after taking cold medicine."

Chen Hua and Li Haiping came over together, looked up and down Fang Zhixing's face: "Look, it's all right."

Zhong Siyuan dismantled the stage beside him: "I'm putting on makeup."

Several people laughed at the same time, Chen Hua said to Li Haiping: "You don't know, these two are too tired and crooked on the set, I think Siyuan was spoiled by Xiao Fang, you see how choking he is talking now."

"Director! I didn't spoil him, okay?" Fang Zhixing defended himself, "Some people are just like that."

Chen Hua quite likes Fang Zhixing, and now there are basically zero fresh meat in the circle who are low-key and non-pretentious. He intentionally pointed out, hinting: "Xiao Fang, many producers and investors have come here today. If someone comes to you later, seize the opportunity .”

Fang Zhixing was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, smiled decently, and said his thanks in place, but he didn't put much emotion into it.

The soundtrack director of the web drama also came to the scene. He needed to discuss with Zhong Siyuan about the music production of the drama series. He came to say hello and pulled Zhong Siyuan away.

Fang Zhixing was doing nothing alone, eating cakes with a plate, and when he accidentally raised his eyes and met Su Moer's gaze, he paused for a moment, feeling that times have changed. Three months ago, he and Zhong Siyuan still had their own concerns. Mo'er still wants to talk to him, but now he has someone to talk to, but Su Mo'er still can't ask for it.

After looking at each other, Su Moer didn't shy away from it, and walked around most of the long table.

After the filming was over, she took off her colored contact lenses, and the clothes she wore were not as sexy as before. She seemed to have changed her style and looked more like a dignified lady.

Su Mo'er bent down to pick up a few pieces of fruit salad, her lips were painted very tenderly, and then she gently took a crystal grape in her mouth.

I have to say that this woman is really attractive, her demeanor is not deliberately seductive, her frowns are full of coquettishness, no matter what clothes she wears, she will not change.

It's a pity that Fang Zhixing was unmoved by the beauty, and didn't even look at her much.

The two stood in a strange atmosphere for a while, Su Moer couldn't help it, put down the plate in her hand and said, "Zhong Siyuan rejected me again."

Compared with the shame and indignation when she was exposed last time, Su Moer was much more frank this time.

Fang Zhixing didn't respond: "Oh."

"Oh?" Su Mo'er frowned, "You are very proud!"

???

Fang Zhixing found that when he met Su Moer, he had a lot of question marks: "What am I proud of?"

"You won, I lost." Su Moer said, "All of you are watching my joke!"

Why does this girl still have persecution paranoia?Fang Zhixing also put down the dinner plate, and took out a piece of paper to wipe the cream from his mouth: "I didn't read your joke."

He spoke seriously, and even turned to look Su Moer in the eyes.

Su Moer's eyes were full of suspicion, and she obviously didn't believe it.

Fang Zhixing doesn't expect others to believe it, as long as he has a clear conscience: "Three months ago, I was just like you, not even as brave as you."

In order to pursue Zhong Siyuan, Su Mo'er can lower her price to accompany him in filming, but Fang Zhixing has been a coward for five years.

He won't rely on himself, but his opponent never thought of him losing from the very beginning. If so, he must make Zhong Siyuan have the last laugh.

The gorgeous lights of the banquet hall poured down, shining on Fang Zhixing's clear eyes.

He made no secret of this relationship, and declared to Su Moer openly and frankly: "I gave up on him once, and there will never be a second time in this life."

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感谢在2020-05-2420:33:57~2020-05-2520:35:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Le Cheng 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!