Report to the president, your actor has run away again

five years.

The lost heartbeat came back to life again, and the delicate face just now overlapped with the dream from last night, making Fu Xin dizzy and upset.

How could that annoying spirit who was always around him and couldn't get rid of him in the past become so 5

Compared with the youthful youth of seventeen or eighteen, the current Tang Ruan is more mature, stable, and more beautiful and charming.Without the bewilderment and ignorance of a young man, even if he just smiles slightly, he has a charming charm.Fu Xin always thought that the cover photos in those magazines were all produced by P, but when he saw them today, he knew that that kind of temperament could not be produced by P.

He turned into a real leprechaun. 5

There was burning pain from his fingers, and Fu Xin came back to his senses, only to realize that the smoke between his fingers had burned to the end.

"Oh shit."

He gritted his teeth, stubbed out the cigarette butt on the trash can, turned and walked to Su Yu's office.

"too slow."

Wu Zhuo glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, and took the half-dream sugar bowl from Tang Ruan's hand expressionlessly, "It was 15 minutes later than expected."

Tang Ruan leaned on the pillow in the back seat of the car, closed his eyes and said softly, "I didn't pay attention to the time."

Wu Zhuo glanced at him, nodded and signaled the driver to drive.

"What happened."

Tang Ruan debuted for three years, Wu Zhuoyi followed him for three years.He watched Tang Ruan change from a silly white sweet with only a face to a famous actor, and Tang Ruan also watched him change from an unemployed young man who wandered around bars to a gold medal manager of TD Entertainment.The tacit understanding between them is invisible. To put it disgustingly, it's like sugar pot who knows what kind of poop this kid is going to pull when he pokes his butt, everything is in silence.

Tang Ruan rubbed his temples and said, "It's okay, I met a piece of trash???"

As soon as Wu Zhuo understood, oh, I met Fu Xin.

"Let me hug you." Just as Tang Ruan reached out to hug the sugar bowl, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Tang Ruan picked it up: "Su Yu, what's wrong?"

On the other end of the phone, Su Yu's voice was extremely low: "Ah Ruan, let me tell you, Fu Xin came looking for me not long after you left!"

Tang Ruan said "hmm": "I met you in the elevator just now."

Su Yu: "?"

Su Yu: "I'm so stupid. Didn't he come to bother you? Did he bully you again?? Where's the sugar bowl? How about the sugar bowl?"

"It's okay." Tang Ruan glanced at a certain dumpling that had woken up and was currently nibbling on Wu Zhuo's finger, "What did he tell you?"

Su Yu: "It's nothing, just some project matters... But before he finally left, he asked me two questions."

"One is the identity of Sugar Bowl."

Tang Ruan looked at the passing scenery outside the window: "What did you say?"

Su Yu said sincerely: "I don't know, I don't understand."

The corners of Tang Ruan's lips twitched lightly: "Well, it's quite witty."

"And??? It's..." Su Yu cleared his throat and whispered, "He asked me if you had plastic surgery."

Tang Ruan: "..."

Tang Ruan covered his phone and turned his head: "Zhuo Zhuo, plug his ears."

Wu Zhuo covered Sugar Can'er's two small ears expressionlessly, and a certain Can'er looked bewildered.

After confirming that the sugar bowl can't hear anything, Tang Ruan took a deep breath and turned on the quality of the [-]-company mode: "I made a fucking big dick and exploded chickens ascending to the sky Armstrong cyclotron jet Armstrong cannon. "