The villain boss refused to divorce 【Rebirth】

"There is nothing hidden." Tang Yu's right eyelid twitched suddenly. He subconsciously wanted to rub back, but Fang Baizhou easily held his arm. The slightly hot palm was covered with thin cloth, and the temperature seemed to spread all the way. on the face.

"Don't touch me, you... drive, it's almost nine o'clock, so when can you go home?" Tang Yu struggled, unable to pull his wrist back, and whispered with burning ears, "The sports car is too small .”

"What are you thinking about?" Fang Baizhou's deep voice was filled with a smile, and he kissed his lips when he leaned over, "I just want to get something."

Feeling that the hand touching the waistline was indeed lowered a little, and it was really his trouser pocket, Tang Yu lowered his gaze in annoyance, and suddenly there was an emotion in his heart that he didn't know whether it was luck or disappointment. Biting on Fang Baizhou's lips, he smiled in satisfaction when he heard the muffled groan in his ear.

Tang Yu snorted twice, "I know you want to take things, but you are thinking wrong."

When he parted from Assistant Yu just now, he didn't bring a bag. He only brought a lucky bag, and he was thinking of finding time to give it to Fang Baizhou. Now that he is being held down, he doesn't even have a place to hide.

Even though the light inside the car was dim, even he couldn't see clearly, but the man seemed to know him very well, knowing where he hid things without looking for them.

The concealed lucky bag in the pocket was accurately held and taken out.

"Is this for me?"

Tang Yu opened his mouth and looked at the thing held by the man's slender fingertips. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the words on it looked different from those in the daytime.

It gets uglier and uglier.

"Just, there was a traffic jam this morning, which happened to be at the gate of Lingyou Temple. I asked you for it when I went to have a look. If you like it, you can take it with you... If you don't like you..." Tang Yu subconsciously blurted out that he was very considerate Then he turned a corner abruptly, and looked at Fang Baizhou fiercely, "If you don't like it, you have to wear it, close to your body, you know?"

Fang Baizhou turned on the ceiling light in the car, and began to look at the lucky bag carefully in Tang Yu's increasingly gloomy face. He even filtered the information Tang Yu just said without a teacher, and refined it a bit.

"Are you asking for me specifically?"

"It's not special! It's just by the way!" Tang Yu pulled off his clothes trying to cover up, and sat forward with his arms folded, and elbowed Fang Baizhou who was still watching seriously, "Hurry up and go back, until now I'm so sleepy at the entrance of the crew."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the lucky bag had been turned over, and the words facing him just now were completely exposed in Fang Baizhou's sight.

"You sewed it? What was it written in, peace?"

Tang Yu's heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he didn't dare to look at the man's face, and his eyes were inexplicably sore.

He sewed without knowing himself, but Fang Baizhou could still see it.

Tang Yu took a deep breath and wanted to speak, but his throat felt a little stuffy like a ball of cotton.

He found that no matter what failures he did or how bad results he got, Fang Baizhou could easily pick them up.

It was like Tang Zhifan asked him if he had ever quarreled with Fang Baizhou as if on a whim during the day.

He thought about it seriously at the time, recalled it carefully from the beginning, and found to his surprise that since the first time he met Fang Baizhou in this life, it seemed that he had never quarreled. Except for Fang Baizhou's indirect jealousy, he was alone most of the time. Angry, but no quarrel.

Fang Baizhou always seemed to favor him unconditionally, his attitude even seemed to be doting.

They can't argue.

He is the only one who is angry and can't argue at all.

Fang Baizhou said, "When did I secretly learn how to sew, it's so beautiful."

Tang Yu lowered his head and twisted the corner of his clothes and said, "I don't know, I didn't sew it. It was already there when I asked for it. It should be..."

Inexplicably, Tang Zhifan's serious expression when he told him that the word was dry during the day appeared in his mind.

Tang Yu gritted his teeth and said, "It should be two flowers."

Fang Baizhou silently watched him talking nonsense.

Tang Yu talked eloquently, "Just treat it as an ordinary hanging ornament, or as a small sticker like the one I gave you every week, and just put it in your pocket."

He came over and touched the man's hand, and forced the man to look away, put away his things first, and said softly, "Are you going to the north of the city tomorrow?"

Fang Baizhou withdrew his gaze from staring at the lucky bag, and the smile in his eyes faded a bit, "Do you know that I'm going to the north of the city tomorrow?"

Every time Tang Yu asked him very clearly like this, and gave him a gift, something would basically happen.

Just because something happened to him doesn't mean something will happen in the end.

The various things Tang Yu gave him would always work at critical moments, but the last thing sent would turn into powder after the crisis was resolved.

Powder that can't be grasped.

There is a special box in the office for powder. He started collecting it half a year ago. Tang Yu sent too many things. Now he occasionally takes it out to look at it. Facing a box of tattered things, he has begun to forget Tang Yu. What was it that was sent in the first place?

Although I don't know how it works, Tang Yu seems to be able to predict and prevent in advance, and arrange every bad thing in the future properly.

He could tell at a glance just now that the crooked characters on the lucky bag looked like Tang Yu's masterpiece.

Tang Yu had never sewed anything before. Even Chu Jueming, who had the best relationship with him, had never seen Tang Yu make anything himself. This was the first hand-sewn gift for him.

If something happened to him tomorrow, wouldn't the lucky bag only exist for one day, and it would turn into ashes after tomorrow.

He wanted to keep the lucky bag well.

Tang Yu began to make up nonsense, "I heard you and your assistant on the phone yesterday morning. It seems that you are going to the north of the city. You take the lucky bag I just gave you tomorrow, and don't throw it around."

The fingertips holding the lucky bag slowly turned cold, Fang Baizhou pursed his lower lip, as if thinking of something, he said, "Why did your hand hurt just now? Did you get stuck with a needle while sewing?"

"It's okay, I said it's okay." Tang Yu pushed his face away and whispered, "Just remember to take your things with you. I won't be able to get away from the crew tomorrow, and all the scenes this morning will be on tomorrow. Yes, Director Jiang said that in the next week, except for special circumstances, no one else can ask for leave."

If it wasn't for seeing Fu Zhao today, he showed a hint of impulsiveness and said that he wanted to ask for leave tomorrow, but he was beaten back coldly by Fu Zhao, and was also mildly criticized for saying that he was passive and sabotage, he must have asked for leave and ran away. .

Tang Yu glanced at the lucky bag that had been put away from the corner of his eye, and he couldn't let go of the heart that had been carrying it all the time.

Even if Xiao Yi, who was locked in a small black room, is here, he still uses the same item store as him.

What he exchanged for Fang Baizhou was already the most expensive item in it.

Surely nothing will go wrong tomorrow.

……

One minute before being picked up by the nanny car in the morning, Tang Yu was still seriously telling Fang Baizhou to take it with him, and repeatedly checked whether Fang Baizhou's new clothes were put away.

He has been a little restless since he entered the crew. He pressed his brows and sat on the ponytail to understand the characters' emotions. Today, he will go through a wave of emotional scenes. ng Emotional coherence will do.

But I didn't read a word for a long time, and Yu Mufeng's humming voice came over like beating a gong.

Tang Zhifan obviously moved into the new home he arranged last night, and he called to thank him in the evening, but when he came with the nanny car early in the morning, there were two heavy bags under his eyes, it didn't look like he had slept in his new home for a long time. In the evening, it was like going out for a night of clubbing and disco.

It looked like it had been hollowed out.

As soon as Tang Zhifan arrived at the set, he could fall asleep motionless against the glass panel in the lounge, and he didn't even respond to Yu Mufeng's ear-piercing magic voice at the moment.

The unbearable Tang Yu snapped the script closed, and said, "It's been half an hour, when can you take a break?"

After repeating it three times before hearing Tang Yu talking, Yu Mufeng took off the earphones in a good mood, with an unfinished expression on his face, raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Yu in surprise, "Did I sing just now? "

The corner of Tang Yu's mouth twitched, "It's very loud."

It is simply a toss.

"I can't help it." Yu Mufeng couldn't help holding the phone to his heart, "Last night An'an told me that the theme song of this album was actually written for me, and that the prototype was me, although I made this assumption before. , but I have never brought it in, and I am not such a narcissistic person..."

Yu Mufeng, who couldn't bear it anymore, couldn't wait to share the secret he discovered with others. He moved the ponytail and quickly moved to Tang Yu's side. He held the phone in front of Tang Yu like a treasure, and said in a low voice, "Look carefully. These few lines."

He also reluctantly shared a headset with Tang Yu, hoping that Tang Yu could tell him in detail how he felt after listening to it.

Tang Yu listened to it three times but didn't hear anything.

Yu Mufeng hated iron and steel, and poked the "wind" at the beginning of the lyrics on the screen, "Look at this word, isn't it my name after adding a radical? This word appears four times in An An's song, four times Second-rate!"

He couldn't help but blush every time he heard this word through Duan Shi'an's cold and clean enunciation, feeling as if he was being constantly re-confessed by a restrained person.

I couldn't help but cycled all morning.

Tang Yu plugged in the earphones and listened to Duan Shi'an's song again. It was obviously a refreshing and soft tone. He listened to it very immersedly at first, but his heart suddenly tightened, and he was suddenly out of breath.

There were hurried footsteps behind him.

Tang Yu turned his head and met Jiang Zhou who was walking quickly with a serious face.

Jiang Zhou handed the mobile phone that he had brought all the way to Tang Yu, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Tang, the situation is a little anxious. Something may have happened to Mr. Fang."

Tang Yu stood up abruptly, "What happened to Fang Baizhou?"

Didn't he already replace all the best props with Fang Baizhou?

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[The props exchanged for ten lucky points have not been used. 】