Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Tang Ruan's ears moved, and he accurately caught the suspicious panting sound.

"I'll go, Gu Xiaoming, what are you doing?"

Tang Ruan frowned, and questioned justice: "Are you messing around with Xiao Xianrou behind Director Qin's back? I'm going to sue!"

Gu Ming: ""

"God damn little fresh meat, it sounds like you saw it"

Don Holmes Ruan snorted, "It must be a mighty little fresh meat with eight-pack abs, super strength and proficient in 48 styles that can make you breathe like that!"

Fu Xin who was packing his luggage next to him: "..."

What's the matter with the feeling of "my wife cheated mentally in front of me"... QAQ

Gu Ming on the other end of the phone could no longer laugh, "Tang Ruan, there is no one next to you."

"No."

"What about Fu Xin?"

Tang Ruan glanced at Fu Xin who was squatting beside the bed wondering what he was thinking.

"Haha, who is he?"

Gu Ming: ""

These days, the actor's husband doesn't even have human rights.

"By the way, what do you want from me." Gu Ming put the dumbbell in his hand on the rack, picked up a towel and wiped his sweat.

"Ah, it's all right. The awards will be presented soon. I offer my condolences to you."

Gu Ming raised his eyebrows, "It's not the first time to participate in this kind of awards, I'm not nervous."

Tang Ruan gave a "tsk", and a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Come on, you know what I'm talking about."

The bet between Gu Ming and Qin Sihuai is that if "Murder Begins in Winter" wins three Golden Horse Awards, Gu Ming has to accept Qin Sihuai's agreement, and he has to be willing.

"Oh, it's really exciting to think about it."

Tang Ruan was half lying on the bed, with his feet up, and he sighed while instructing Fu Xin to feed him plum blossoms.

"Hey, I think you just need to be ready to devote yourself. "Murder" is very strong. I don't think the three trophies can't be held, best actor, best director, best screenplay, and Fuhuadao music. It is more than enough to take four or five seats."

Gu Ming obviously agrees with this point, he knows Qin Sihuai's strength and his talent as a director better than anyone else.

"Yeah, so I've been working out lately."

Tang Ruan: "?"

Tang Ruan recalled Gu Ming's already solid body, and frowned suspiciously, "Why are you working out?"

Is it because you are afraid that the muscles are not full enough to affect the feeling when Director Qin touches you?

Of course, Tang Ruan didn't dare to say this sentence.

But to be honest, Gu Ming's figure is already pretty good.

You must know that as a director, you are basically doing business with your life and hair. Sometimes you can shut yourself in the room for several days in order to ponder a storyboard. When a script is straightened out by him, his Hair is also falling out.

Getting bald and getting stronger.

That's it.

Tang Ruan has not made many films, but he has come into contact with quite a few directors. No matter at home or abroad, those directors are either as thin as if they were squeezed dry, or as round as a hot air balloon. Compared with them, they look thinner in clothes Gu Ming, who was stripped of his clothes and still could vaguely see the lines of his abdominal muscles, was already a fairy-like existence.

Gu? Little Immortal? Ming walked out of the gym, the beads of sweat on his forehead glistening under the lights in the corridor.

"I have practiced six yuan now, what else is the mermaid line vest line, and the lifting and grip strength have also improved."

Tang Ruan's eyes widened, and Liuliumei's core propped up a small round bump on her cheek.

"Damn, what are you doing, you want to transform and grab food from us?"

"Do not."

Gu Ming's voice sounded serious and determined.

"I want to practice very strong, so that Qin Sihuai can't beat me. In this case, it's not certain who will overwhelm whom."

Tang Ruan: ""

Tang Ruan held the plum core in her mouth and was silent for about half a minute.

"Ming, you have to know, in fact, sometimes, the question of who goes up and who goes down is not determined by body shape..."

Don't ask, just ask Xiao Huangman to teach you how to be a human being.

After watching Xiaohwen and Xiaohmanga for so many years, Tang Ruan's favorite is Muscle Shou and Heipi Shou.And this, he has never dared to tell Fu Xin.

Not because of anything else, he was just afraid of Fu Xin.

"why?"

—Gu Ming, who had just stepped into the gay circle with one foot, expressed honest doubts, "Isn't the fairer and thinner one the recipient? Don't you?"

Tang Ruan: ""

I can't explain this to you...

"I understand."

In the short few seconds that Tang Ruan was silent, Gu Ming seemed to have penetrated the true meaning of the whole life.

"Tang Ruan, it turns out that you can't be judged by your appearance."

Tang Ruan: ""

No, it's not like that, let me explain to you.

"I really didn't expect it to be possible to play like this."

Gu Ming sighed, "No wonder Tang Juan'er looks so much like Fu Xin, it turns out that's the case."

Tang Ruan: ""

Why did things develop in a strange direction! _(:3」/)_

"No, Gu Ming, listen to me, Sugar Bowl was really born by me, he was not"

"No need to explain, I understand."

Gu Ming, who had just understood the true meaning of life and opened the door to a new world, did not listen to his explanation at all.

"Help me get a message for Fu Xin, just say..."

Gu Ming thought for a while, "Just say, I respect him!"

Tang Ruan: ""

Great job, has it risen to such a serious level yet?

After hanging up the phone, Tang Ruan fell into the long-lost love&peace time.

"what happened?"

Fu Xin just came out of the shower, with only a bath towel around his body, water droplets slipped from his naked honey-colored chest, and his muscle lines looked beautiful and attractive.

Tang Ruan looked up at him, and tried hard to dispel a series of mosaic images such as "muscular feelings", "strong feelings", "strong feelings" and "black skin beauty feelings" from his mind.

"Fu Xin..."

"Well, what's the matter baby?" Fu Xin sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing back his wet hair, revealing a chiseled handsome face.

Tang Ruan pursed her lips, and couldn't help but reached out to touch Fu Xin's chest muscles.

Also squeezed.

"What should I do, Fu Xin?"

While pinching Tang Ruan, she was frowning.

"I seem to have turned you into a victim"

Fu Xin: "?"

"Ruan Ruan, are you dreaming?"

Tang Ruan sighed, "Hey, forget it, you will know later."

Before entering the bathroom to take a shower, Tang Ruan took her pajamas, turned her head, and took a deep look at Fu Xin.

"In the future, if someone asks you whether the sugar bowl was born by you, don't be surprised."

Fu Xin: ""

Just as Fu Xin was about to say something, Tang Ruan sighed lightly and drifted into the bathroom leisurely.

"what's the situation……"

Fu Xin tore off the bath towel, walked naked to the side of the box, bent down to find his pajamas, and murmured softly.

"Isn't the sugar bowl originally born to me? What's wrong, this is..."

**

The next morning, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.

"Hello, audience friends. I am at the site of the 69th Golden Horse Awards ceremony. We can see that the fans and movie fans outside the venue have surrounded the entire venue. They are all eagerly waiting Looking forward to the upcoming red carpet and award ceremony."

"Okay, we can see that the first actor to walk on the red carpet is actor Zhong Suzhong, he and the crew of "Murder Begins in Winter" today?