The little wolf dog of the actor's house

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Zhuo Qingfan patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think too much about it, you are young and promising, you can't find anything good anywhere."

Fu Yiheng raised his eyebrows: "Then I'm so good, and you haven't seen me fall in love with you."

Zhuo Qingfan snorted, shaking the goosebumps on his arms: "Don't make such a silly joke."

Fu Yiheng looked serious, staring at the side of the man's face and suddenly said: "Qingfan, you've lost weight."

"Really?" Zhuo Qingfan touched his face and said casually, "It's okay, I feel that my diet is quite regular recently."

"It's just thin." Fu Yiheng squeezed his shoulder and said, "The thin bones are protruding."

"Don't be so exaggerated."

"Are you tired from work?"

As soon as work was mentioned, Fu Yunyi's arrogant face suddenly flashed in front of Zhuo Qingfan's eyes, he shook his head with a broken smile and said, "I don't feel tired physically, but my heart is tired."

Serving a young master who is always angry and awkward with you, and still doesn't know why he is awkward, feels bitter.

Fu Yiheng's eyes darkened: "If you feel tired, just tell the leader not to do it. You are a teacher at a film school. Why do you still have to go on a business trip? I can't figure it out."

Zhuo Qingfan smiled: "How can I give up my job because of such hard work, you really think I'm a rich second generation."

Fu Yiheng curled his lips: "Your grandfather has such a big business, if you are willing to take over from him, aren't you the rich second generation?"

Zhuo Qingfan's face froze and he said, "Stop saying such things, I have my own life."

Fu Yiheng knew that he had talked too much, so he quickly pulled back and said, "Okay, let's not talk, aren't you short on time? Let's drink."

Zhuo Qingfan and Fu Yiheng drank some wine, chatted for a while, and when it was almost eleven o'clock, a phone call came.

"Hey?"

"Teacher Zhuo!" The anxious voice of Xiao Wang, the assistant next to Director Li, came from the phone.

"What's wrong?" Zhuo Qingfan frowned,

"Come here quickly, I see that Young Master Fu is about to faint from heatstroke."

Zhuo Qingfan's pupils shrank: "Heatstroke?!"

After hastily saying goodbye to Fu Yiheng, Zhuo Qingfan drove to the set.

At twelve o'clock, the sun is so poisonous that it almost burns people out of oil.

"Teacher Zhuo." As soon as he stepped into the shooting location, his assistant Xiao Wang greeted him.

"What's the matter?" Zhuo Qingfan grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Where is Fu Yunyi, has he been sent to the hospital?"

Xiao Wang frowned in embarrassment and said, "Not sent to the hospital, but still filming."

"What!" Zhuo Qingfan was furious, "Why is he still filming at noon? Isn't he suffering from heat stroke?"

"Mr. Zhuo, listen to me." Xiao Wang said anxiously, "The original plan was to stop filming at ten o'clock and let Master Fu go to the lounge to rest, but just after a scene was filmed, Master Fu's father came over He said he wanted to watch him act, but Director Li didn't dare to say no to filming, so he kept filming, and Young Master Fu could only cooperate."

Zhuo Qingfan's heart welled up with anger, he strode towards the shooting location with his long legs.

What kind of father is this?I don't know how to feel sorry for my son and let him rest on a hot day, but I still choose this time to watch him act, hehe, this is not watching Fu Yunyi act, but watching him feel uncomfortable!

"Hey, Teacher Zhuo!" Seeing Zhuo Qingfan rushing in, Xiao Wang quickly trotted to follow.

As soon as he entered the filming area, Zhuo Qingfan was stopped by the staff.

"Teacher Zhuo." Xiao Wang also grabbed his sleeve, "Don't be impulsive, we are filming now, you will only interrupt the filming process if you go in, if the filming is interrupted, Master Fu will have to start filming again!"

Zhuo Qingfan froze there, staring blankly at the boy kneeling under the sun not far away.

By the way, this is the No.20 eighth scene of the seventh scene in the script.

Shen Yu, played by Fu Yunyi, insists on joining the revolution, but Shen's father disagrees, and the two have a dispute. Shen Yu knelt down and begged his father to let him go.

This scene should not have been filmed today. According to the filming process, it should be scheduled for four o'clock tomorrow afternoon, because the sun will not be so hot when the sun goes down.

But now, it is noon.

Fu Yunyi was wearing a thick cyan robe, but he felt unbearably hot even in a thin shirt, let alone a robe.

From the angle he was standing at now, Zhuo Qingfan could clearly see the boy's face that had completely lost blood. He lowered his head, his brows and eyes were calm, but his shoulders had already started to shake and tremble.

"How long has he been kneeling?" Zhuo Qingfan clenched his fists and asked softly.

Xiao Wang thought for a while, then sighed and said, "It's been almost half an hour. This is the main event, and the shooting angle and requirements are very high. Director Li dare not be sloppy..."

"Half an hour..." Zhuo Qingfan's voice trembled slightly, "Are you trying to kill him? When did he suffer like this?"

"We can't help it." Xiao Wang tightly tugged at the man's sleeve, "Mr. Zhuo, please calm down for a while. I called you back because I thought you were Master Fu's assistant. When he's off the show, you I can take him to rest as soon as possible..."

"I can't take pictures anymore!" Seeing the sweat seeping into the collar of Fu Yunyi's neck, Zhuo Qingfan couldn't bear it any longer, he threw off Xiao Wang and wanted to rush in.

"Mr. Zhuo!" Xiao Wang held him tightly and growled, "Look to the left, and Fu Wanlin is watching from the side. That is Young Master Fu's father. I heard that he is very strict in teaching children. This scene can't be played well." Well, I'm afraid Young Master Fu will have a hard time!"

Zhuo Qingfan paused, and quickly glanced to the side.

Sure enough, under a big parasol, Fu Wanlin, the legendary boss of the No. [-] film and television industry in Beijing, was sitting leisurely on a chair wearing a pair of sunglasses.

"You rebellious son!" The play was still going on, and the actor of Shen Yu's father, leaning on a cane, stood tremblingly in front of the boy and shouted angrily, "You are still kneeling, you really want to be angry!" Kill me?!"

"Father." Fu Yunyi lowered his eyes and said in an erratic voice, "I have made up my mind that I will devote myself to the revolution in this life. My son does not want to disobey you. I just hope you can understand."