The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Fu Yunyi didn't move, and after a long silence, he raised his hand and scratched his hair, and said vaguely, "I'm so sleepy."

Zhuo Qingfan curled his lips and thought in his heart, if you slept well last night and didn't make noise, would you be unable to wake up today?

Of course, as a temporary assistant, such words cannot be said.

"I know you're sleepy." Zhuo Qingfan sighed, picked up his shirt, unbuttoned it and said, "But now you have to work, you have to cheer up."

Fu Yunyi glanced at him, closed his eyes again, leaned back on the bed and said, "I'm sleepy, I won't go today."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart skipped a beat: "What are you talking about, how can you just turn it down, a whole bunch of crew members are waiting for you."

"No." Fu Yunyi closed his eyes, still saying the same thing.

"No!" Zhuo Qingfan leaned over and helped the boy untie his pajamas while thinking, "You have a sense of responsibility anyway, so many actors are waiting for your scene, you can't do it, it's not a waste Anyone else have time?"

The pajamas were unbuttoned and taken off, revealing the boy's broad shoulders and muscular lines. To be honest, Zhuo Qingfan was a little surprised. In his memory, Fu Yunyi had always been that thin, frail child with immature shoulders. He also has such a strong chest.

Moreover, looking at the abs, it seems to be more obvious than his....

Zhuo Qingfan felt a little sour in his heart.

It would be a lie not to be jealous, to be honest, in his heart, he always felt that Fu Yunyi was just the kid who followed behind him and called him brother, but after a few years, he was already better than him in too many ways.

His family background is better than him, his appearance is better than him, his future is better than him, and now, even his figure is better than him, he looks thinner when dressed, and has flesh when he takes off his clothes......

It's really infuriating to compare people to people.

"Have you seen enough?" A deep voice interrupted Zhuo Qingfan's wild thoughts.

The man froze for a moment, quickly unfolded his shirt, draped it over the other's shoulders, stood up and said, "Put it on yourself, you're an adult, you shouldn't let me help you wear it."

Fu Yunyi clicked his tongue, threw off his shirt with an ugly face and said, "I don't know how to do it. At home, the servants dress me."

Zhuo Qingfan rolled his eyes: "You were not like this when you were young."

Fu Yunyi's face froze, and he snorted coldly: "When I was a child, I was stupid, and I thought that someone would hurt me if I pretended to be good, but I was wrong. Pretending to be good will only make me look stupid and make myself more useful."

Zhuo Qingfan was so depressed by his eccentric words, after a while of silence, he bent down, knelt down, and helped the boy put his shirt back on: "I can't explain what happened before, and you won't believe it even if I explain it to you. I can only tell you that I never thought of using you."

Fu Yunyi didn't speak, and turned his face away to look out of the window.

Zhuo Qingfan sighed, helped the boy button up his shirt, stood up and said, "Put on the pants yourself, I'll wait for you outside."

After speaking, he turned and walked out.

Ten minutes later, Fu Yunyi was fully dressed, washed and came out of the bedroom.

Zhuo Qingfan was afraid that he would find fault again, so he kept his head down and ate his sandwich at the dining table without raising his head.

However, not looking up does not mean that you can hide.

Fu Yunyi walked to the man, handed over the tie, and said coldly, "Help me tie the tie."

Zhuo Qingfan raised his head speechlessly: "Can't even tie a tie?"

The boy raised his eyebrows: "Yes, I have a large group of servants around me, I dress and wash, and I never do it myself."

This is definitely not an exaggeration. Even during the few years when he was freed in the United States, Fu Yunyi had a large group of people to take care of his daily necessities. On the one hand, Fu Wanlin felt ashamed of him, so he hired many servants to take care of him. On the other hand, he was afraid of what he would choose. The wind and waves, so I have been sending my own people to watch.

Zhuo Qingfan frowned: "You can't do this, you are already an adult, and you can't even do small daily things well, how will you take care of yourself without a servant?"

Fu Yunyi said casually: "I can't live without someone to take care of me. Anyway, I don't know anything."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he stood up abruptly from the chair: "What is this called! What do you mean you can't live without being taken care of? Are you still a three-year-old child? I find that you are living more and more... .”

"Help me tie the tie." The boy said lightly, throwing the tie over.

Zhuo Qingfan held his breath in his throat, calmed down for a long time, finally took the tie over, and said in a rough voice: "Come here!"

The boy obediently walked forward, and the two of them were only a short distance away, breathing entangled.

Zhuo Qingfan raised his hand, wrapped the tie around the boy's neck, and tied the tie with familiar movements.

Fu Yunyi suddenly raised his head, stared at the person in front of him without blinking, and said in silence for a while: "Where is the woman you found for me last night?"

Fu Yunyi shook his hand: "What... what kind of woman?"

The boy lowered his body: "I said I was panicked, and then you helped me find a woman."

"Oh." Zhuo Qingfan forced a smile and said, "It was already found for you, but the little girl was already downstairs, but I went upstairs and saw you asleep."

"Ah." The boy blinked and said regretfully, "That's a pity. I was expecting to have a good night."

Zhuo Qingfan smiled dryly and followed suit: "Yes, yes, it's a pity."

"Then change it to tonight." The boy said suddenly.

"what?"

"Call that young lady over tonight." The boy pursed his lips and said earnestly, "I haven't finished that novel yet, I will read it tonight, I think I may still need that young lady's help after reading it. "

Zhuo Qingfan's forehead twitched: "Can we stop reading that book?"

That's something forbidden by the eighteenth century, and it's the source of evil!

"No." The boy said seriously, "The script of this play is adapted from that novel. Teacher Zhuo told me that if you want to make a good film, you must thoroughly understand the script and the structure of the story. Reading the original novel is the best way to understand the script."

Zhuo Qingfan said with a smirk: "I let you read the original book, because I want you to read the story line and the protagonist's heart, and I didn't let you read things that you shouldn't read..."