The actor is slapped in the face by the chef every day

Nanfeng, she swallowed her words again, raised her arms, and left gracefully with an "OK" gesture.

Fu Jinghui felt that Miss Manager had something on her mind, and it had something to do with herself.

Many times, the other party looked at him nervously after the accident. Such emotions have exceeded the importance that ordinary managers attach to the artists they are in charge of.

It's not love - the two of them can wear a pair of pants when they are so good, like brothers, they should be together sooner rather than later.

What's more, it seems that Meng Tian has really fallen into that foreign man this time, and it's going to be real.

That look is guilt.

This is strange.

Although Meng Tian, ​​who was fooled by Fu Jinghui with a cup of coffee, quit his job and came to be his agent.Later, after knowing his true nature, he shouted that he had been fooled, and played tricks on him every now and then to torment him to vent his anger.But Fu Jinghui himself is not soft-tempered, the two have been fighting wits and courage for almost three years, and finally they broke up and made peace, united front, and became good friends.

If you want to talk about guilt or something, except that once Meng Tian was a little ruthless and left him on the mountain and walked back alone, but the other party regretted it halfway and drove him back to pick him up.

It was raining at the time, and he fell ill after returning to the villa. A high fever came down, and Meng Tian was terrified.

When he woke up, the woman who had always been strong and admired even the company security promised him that she would never try to trouble him again.

It stands to reason that at that time, it was also because he willfully rejected a big guy's dinner, which caused the company boss to lose a big business. Later, because he was scolded by the boss, he was in a bad mood and sent his emotions to Meng Tian. The two people filmed on the mountain There was a big quarrel at the venue, so Meng Tian drove away first in a fit of anger.

That high fever, except that it took a little longer, he was dizzy and lost his memory for a week, and later he got anorexia inexplicably, there is no reason why Meng Tian is so hard to let go.

Could it be that after falling in love, this woman began to be sentimental, and seriously reviewed the wrong things she had done in her life, so as not to affect her character and bad luck in love?

Ah, woman, what an incomprehensible creature.

Fu Jinghui, who was still a little melancholy at first, all emotions ended at the moment when he opened the door.

"Ah-"

Standing in the kitchen watching the master chef mixing a big bowl of something unknown, Fu Jinghui sobbed and asked with tears in his eyes, "What are you doing? Don't make me cry before the dishes are ready." Become a dog."

This heartless guy also cries?I guess it can be done with the eye drops when filming, and Chaotianjiao at this moment.

Shrugging, Li Luo gently pushed him towards the refrigerator:

"Slice of lemon, put it on the eyes, take it by yourself."

It was much better now.

only--

"Hey, Li Luo, how can I walk if I can't see the road like this?"

Two slices of lemon covered the eyes, although it was cool and refreshing, but also covered the sight, Fu Jinghui was completely blind at this moment.

Why are there so many things about this bastard?

Speechlessly looking at someone who was circling in circles, the head chef had no choice but to put down the bowl in his hand, and walked up to the other person:

"Come on, give me a hand."

There was a haze in front of him, and when he heard Li Luo's voice, Fu Jinghui suddenly felt relieved, obediently stretched out his right hand.

He was quickly held by the other party.

Probably because of the hot water used for cooking, the chef's hand is very warm, holding Fu Jinghui's hand is warm, making him feel like he is holding a sun.

Leading Fu Jinghui step by step towards the sofa in the living room, Li Luo's Qingyue voice sounded from time to time, reminding him that there are steps ahead and a cabinet at his left foot.

It seemed like a lifetime, as long as they were held by each other and walked straight forward, just the two of them, it was fine.

My hometown is where my heart is at ease.

Fu Jinghui didn't understand Su Shi's feelings in the past, but at this moment he felt that the master's wisdom really tasted better the more he tasted it.

Where can I feel at ease?

Wherever there is Li Luo, it seems that he always feels at ease.

Since when?

When you were abandoned by the entire entertainment industry back then, when all your hopes were pinned on the other party?

It was still the filming scene of "24 Seasons of Deliciousness". Because he couldn't cook, he was embarrassed by the jokes of the audience. The other party confronted the show for him, took out the show crew and secretly replaced his ingredients, and insisted on finding a fair place for him. When are you treated?

Or at this moment, being held by the other party, step by step, stepping into the house he has lived in for many years, makes him feel the name of this place more clearly than ever before, which is called "home"?

Vaguely, Fu Jinghui felt that some emotions were about to burst out of his chest, but he couldn't be sure what that feeling was?

"arrive."

Li Luo's voice was like a handful of snow water, instantly pulling Fu Jinghui's thoughts back to reality.

The feeling just now suddenly disappeared again.

Feeling lost in his heart, Fu Jinghui was supported by Li Luo to sit on the sofa, and soon the other party's hand was pulled away.

The originally warm palm was suddenly exposed to the winter air.

Somewhat cold.

I'm just not used to being held by people, Fu Jinghui comforted himself like this.

Hearing the other party return to the kitchen, the sound of clanging pots and pans resounded in the air again, such a strong breath of life, for the first time in three months, Fu Jinghui looked squarely at it.

Lovely.

In the kitchen, after taking out the large bowl that had been placed on the counter, the head chef continued with the unfinished work.

The bullfrog had been peeled and washed. Li Luo took a kitchen knife and chopped it into large pieces. They had been marinated with salt and cooking wine in a large bowl.

The chief culprit who caused the actor to sneeze all over the sky is now in the hands of the head chef.

Remove the seeds of Chaotian pepper and cut into pepper rings, remove the shreds of green garlic, pick it up and cut it into small pieces, and cut the white onion into thin shreds.

The slender hands took the pot from the cabinet and poured oil.After heating, soak the marinated bullfrog pieces with a little dry starch and put them into the oil pan.

The golden bubbles floated in the boiling hot oil, and soon the surface of the bullfrog became yellowish. The head chef scooped up the bullfrog with a colander and set it aside.

Leave the remaining oil in the pot, add tempeh and Pixian bean paste, stir-fry until the red oil comes out, add minced ginger, star anise, garlic cloves, fennel, and dried chili, and stir-fry until the aroma is released.

The fried bullfrogs that had been prepared before were all poured into the pot by the chef at this time. There was a sound of squeak, accompanied by the sound of oil heating, and the smell of the fried spices infiltrated into the bullfrogs little by little.

The slightly numbing aroma was not enough, so the chef ordered some in the seasoning jar with a spoon, sprinkled sugar, fermented glutinous rice, and Chaotian pepper rings into the pot, and continued to stir fry.

In another pot, the green garlic and onion shreds are cooked with hot oil. Put the burnt bullfrog on top of the green garlic and onion, pour a little sesame oil, and sprinkle a little pepper, and the pot is ready.

The choking spicy smell before has disappeared, and now it is a strong spicy aroma that wafts through the room.

When the dishes were brought to the table, someone was already sitting upright, and the lemon slices on his eyes were removed at some point.

Now his eyes are piercing, looking at Mr. Chef like a wolf on the prairie who has been hungry for a month, his eyes are green.

To be more precise, it was looking at the dry pot bullfrog in the arms of the chef.

Served with lotus root soup, Li Luo served the other party a good meal, silently watching Mr. Actor eat his fill.

Bullfrog meat is firm, less greasy, rich in protein and delicate in taste.

The spicy taste can better highlight the umami taste of aquatic ingredients. The spicy taste of green garlic and the sweet taste of onion together stimulate the aroma of the bullfrog, which is originally only numbing.

"I have something to tell you—"

"I'm leaving tomorrow—"

Suddenly, Fu Jinghui and Li Luo spoke at the same time.

Just as he was about to laugh, Fu Jinghui suddenly realized something was wrong, and belatedly stared at the master chef who was sitting opposite the dining table: "Are you leaving tomorrow?!"

Nodding, Master Chef showed no emotion on his face, but his eyes lingered on Fu Jinghui for a while: "The three-month period has expired. According to the contract, I am going to leave."

"Can't you stay anymore? I'll give you a raise!" He said eagerly, and Fu Jinghui soon realized that his statement was ridiculous:

The other party never came to cook for him for money.

Li Luo was a little reluctant when he used the contract to lure the other party over, but now that the contract expires, the other party is eager to leave as soon as possible, right?

"Really can't stay for a few more days? I'm going to France the day after tomorrow."

With a muffled sound, Fu Jinghui looked at the piece of bullfrog in the bowl and suddenly lost his appetite.

The master chef shook his head: "The teacher asked me to go to Tokyo, the time is tight, I have booked the time for the ticket, and I will leave early tomorrow morning."

I can't even stay longer than a day...

"Li Luo." Fu Jinghui called him.

Master Chef raised his head and looked over with light brown eyes.

"If... I mean if, if you are free, will you come back to Beijing to see me?" Fu Jinghui looked at the other party cautiously, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Dazed for a moment, Li Luo looked at this guy, obviously told himself to treat the experience during this time as a floating dream, but still felt a little sore in his heart.

He shouldn't feel this way, after all, that person said, how could anyone like him?

A man who is gentle, affectionate and considerate will be welcomed, right?

It's not like him: he doesn't know how to guess the other person's mind, always pays attention to privacy for the sake of the relatives around him, and even keeps keeping distance from others in order to ensure that officials and others will not be discovered.

After living in this way for a long time, it seems that even how to get acquainted with others has become a huge difficulty.

He like this, this idiot who likes to be lively, needs to be coaxed and needs to be taken care of, will definitely not like him.

Gently, he shook his head.

"Fu Jinghui." With a rare soft tone, Li Luo looked at the man who looked at him expectantly: "You will meet a lot of friends, make you happy, and cook a lot of delicious food. If you need a phone call, you will rush over immediately ... and I like to stay in my small restaurant. After I go back this time, I may not come to China again."

I will meet many friends in the future, but those people are not you.

A voice shouted from the bottom of his heart, Fu Jinghui's lips moved, but he didn't say anything in the end.

On the highway, the car carrying Miss Broker was still driving.

On the seat, Meng Tian said to the driver: "Don't rush to the airport, go to a place first."

Chaoyang District.

After He Gang's trouble last time, Liu Xinran has been a little distracted recently. It's almost ten o'clock today, and he still hasn't woken up.

"jingle--"

The doorbell rang, and the indomitable insisted on waiting until the owner opened the door.

Unbearably disturbed, Liu Xinran had no choice but to get up and open the door.

"why you?"

Looking at the beautiful Meng Tian standing at the door, Liu Xinran was taken aback.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? Just let the guests stand at the door and talk, isn't it too unreasonable for the host?" Meng Tian raised his eyebrows, looking at the haggard Liu Xinran in front of him.

"Tell me, what are you looking for? I don't believe that you came to visit me specially." Sitting on the sofa, Liu Xinran didn't greet the other party politely, and directly asked the other party why he came.

"Speaking so ungentlely, how can you continue to find a reliable man?"

Leisurely took an apple, Meng Tian leisurely leisurely.

"Heh, I'm already like this, how can any man dare to take over He Gang's ex-wife?" Liu Xinran laughed at himself, his expression was bleak: "Tell me, why do you want me?"

Throwing the apple in his hand back into the plate, Meng Tian raised his head and smiled brightly: "Thank you for the matter of Fu Jinghui at the beginning, I will remember the grace of saving my life, if you need help with anything, I will never refuse. Right now, I want I have something to go out for a while, I want you to help me, pay attention to that person's movements."

"—Absolutely, absolutely, we must not let Fu Jinghui get hurt again!"

☆、Macarons

The author has something to say: The anti-theft chapter has been replaced

Attached is a picture of the macaron:

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"Absolutely, absolutely, don't let Fu Jinghui get hurt again!"

Meng Tian's words were full of determination, but also faintly painful.

In the incident at the beginning, none of the parties could escape unscathed:

Meng Tian will never get over the hurdle in his heart, and when he dreams back at midnight, there are only Fu Jinghui's dull and hopeless eyes.

Although Liu Xinran successfully helped them save the person and divorced herself smoothly, she still couldn't get rid of the shadow of the past.

What about He Gang?Even though the matter involved privacy, Meng Tian and the others did not choose to call the police, but with such a mutilated body, the dignified Director He probably won't be able to let go of it for the rest of his life.

——Only Fu Jinghui, perhaps, the one who can forget everything, is the happiest.Although he became a little silly, but seeing the other party's relaxed face, Meng Tian has already thanked God for the gift:

If you don't remember anything, you don't have to worry about anything.

Ignorance is the happiest.

"You have seen my current situation, how can I help you?" Looking down at her pale fingertips, Liu Xinran's eyes no longer had the anger that a woman of her age should have:

Passion for life, ambition for career, and nostalgia for family.

A man is afraid of entering the wrong profession, and a woman is afraid of marrying the wrong man.

Unfortunately, no matter which one, she seems to have chosen the wrong one.

Career is bad, love is dead.

The 26-year-old woman is already like an eighty-year-old woman, her eyes are full of desolation.

Perhaps the most correct and meaningful thing she did in such a hopeless life was to save a man named Fu Jinghui.

If Fu Jinghui was the first person she met back then, would her life have taken a completely different path?After meeting such a man, the sweet talk of He Gang should never catch her eyes again, right?

It's a pity that things in the world will never have ifs.

"Everything will be fine, I promise." Holding the slightly cold fingertips of the other party, there is warmth in Meng Tian's eyes: "When all this is over, I promise to give you a brand new life."

A new life?

Is there a chance for someone like her?

Looking along the hand that the other party shook, Liu Xinran's eyes were full of timidity.

"They are about to make a move. What we have to do is to completely eliminate the aftermath."

There is a loud voice, Meng Tian's eyes seem to have a vast galaxy, Liu Xinran can't help but be attracted by the other party's voice: "Whether it is He Gang or Wang Suhua, all the darkness and evil, this time—"

"It will all come to an end."

Seemingly encouraged by such a future, with hope rekindled in his eyes, Liu Xinran took a breath and clenched the hand that Meng Tian handed over:

"Okay, I promise you."

"A Luo, shall we go like this?"

Sitting on Master Chef's shoulder, Momo reluctantly looked at the second floor, as if he wanted to see the sleeping face of a certain male god through the wall.

"It was agreed that it was the plane early this morning, didn't you already know?"

Gently stroking the stem of a certain little tomato, and straightening her up to prevent her from falling, Li Luo put away all the things he had made overnight: "Don't you want to see Shun Oguri? And Jun Matsumoto? In Tokyo How about I go see it with you?"

"Really?" For a moment, as if he had been beaten into chicken blood, a certain face control immediately forgot the sadness of being separated from the male god: "Ah Luo, I want to watch it up close, and I also want an autographed photo!"

"Okay, okay, you can do whatever you want." Satisfied with all the requests of the other party, the master chef picked up the suitcase and walked to the door lightly.

The sky is still dark, and the first ray of dawn has not yet shone on the land.

Looking back at the house where he had lived for almost a month, Li Luo's eyes seemed filled with a thousand words, and finally he turned around silently and closed the door, whispering barely audibly, blown into the air by the cold wind outside:

"Fu Jinghui, goodbye."

Mr. Actor is very unhappy today.

Waking up early in the morning, the evil wind in the capital is blowing, the snow has not yet melted, and the sky is gloomy, looking at people feels depressed.

Even the nest of sparrows under the eaves came to disturb his heart, chirping and twittering, and woke him up before dawn.

He got up from the bed hazily, walked to the old-fashioned calendar hanging on the wall, and tore off yesterday's old calendar. On the paper with black letters on a white background, four large characters were particularly eye-catching:

All - things - not - appropriate.

It's not appropriate to go to your sister's affairs!

The right eyelid twitched, and Fu Jinghui cursed in his heart.

I dragged down the stairs, and in the hall, there was no more clanging noise than in the past.

In winter, the weather is dry and dry, Fu Jinghui's throat is smoky, and he is thirsty.

He went to the dining table and poured a glass of water, and took a sip, feeling cool.

"Li Luo, why did you forget to boil the hot water? I'm so cold that I won't be able to go to filming..."

Halfway through the words, Fu Jinghui suddenly remembered that a certain person had already left.

The cup filled with cold water was just held in his hand in a daze.

It's cool.

No boiling water, no hot and fragrant breakfast, no one holding him by the collar to let him brush his teeth first...

Such a morning suddenly made Fu Jinghui very strange.

In his memory, what kind of morning should it be?

The smell of food wafting around the house?Someone coldly asking for warmth with a sullen face?Or would Meng Tian bring food occasionally, and he would stand in the kitchen wearing an apron, frantically helping someone and still being rejected?

It's only been three months of getting along, how come this kind of life seems to have passed a lifetime?

How did he spend the first 25 years of Fu Jinghui's life?

Sitting blankly on the sofa, after a while, Fu Jinghui stood up, ready to look through the refrigerator for instant noodles and eggs.

The life of a bachelor must be lived after all.

These days, who hasn't eaten instant noodles for a few days?

Opening the refrigerator door, Fu Jinghui was stunned:

No instant noodles, no eggs, not even a vegetable.

——The three-tier refrigerator is full of space, filled with all kinds of food.

Cheesecake, tiramisu, mango pudding, ham pizza...

The most striking thing is that there is a large box of macarons neatly placed on the middle floor.

The pinks and tender greens are lined up in order, and they are squeezed together neatly one by one.

Fu Jinghui seemed to be able to see the appearance of a guy who always had a serious expression when he put them into the refrigerator seriously.

The bottom of my heart suddenly felt soft and hot, like the feeling of eating boiled fish back then.

Take out the box of macarons, a note is very conspicuous on the box lid:

This food is enough for you for a week. Before you finish eating these things, go to the housekeeping company and invite a chef to come over.

The inscription is Li Luo.

The handwriting is handsome, just like the deity.

Holding this note, Fu Jinghui suddenly smiled, took one from the box and put it in his mouth.

Crispy, sweet but not greasy, there seems to be a lot of tenderness in the taste, and all the hearts of the creators are condensed into it a little bit.

Only the most tender heart can make such delicate desserts.

The most romantic feelings, I only dedicate to you.

Macaron - the breast of a girl.

After the French incident this time, I will go to him.

Fu Jinghui told himself so.

Regardless of whether that guy likes the life style of a retired veteran cadre, anyway, he will go all out and spend time at the door of the small restaurant of the other party, one day, two days, three days... a week... That guy is the most quiet and calm. I can't bear to promise him.

At worst, he asked Meng Tian to help arrange the move of Li Luo's small restaurant to Beijing.

Li Luo likes to open a restaurant, so let him continue to open it. In short, he will rely on this guy:

He couldn't live a day without Master Chef.

For the first time, for the upcoming film festival, Fu Jinghui didn't have that much expectation, he just hoped that the days would pass quickly so that he could go to New York and surprise someone.

I really want to see that wooden face, it will be interesting to see his surprised expression when he shows up in Chinatown.

After packing up his things, Fu Jinghui called Nanfeng:

"Hey, let's get ready to go, hurry up and go to France."

"Not here? What do you mean?"

At the airport, within a radius of ten meters, the low pressure in the air can make even the most nervous guy feel stressed.

"Boss, I just received the news that Mr. Li, he...he..."

"How is he?" The man couldn't stand the secretary's chatter.

"He bought a plane ticket to Tokyo and just left this morning." Glancing at his boss, Brown scolded the guy who didn't deliver the news in time:

Pit people don't bring such things!

What kind of backward news is this?

"Why didn't you report the news when you set off yesterday?"

"This..." Swallowing his saliva, Brown laughed along with him, "We also knew about this news temporarily, maybe Mr. Li before... There is no news about when he will leave, so we did our best."

There was no response from the other side.

The more this happened, the more uncertain he was. Brown almost suspected that if the Boss was upset, he would just let him accompany Abby and the others and go to Africa to develop business together.

By the way, I heard that where Abi went, it was close to the African cannibals.Is there still time for him to ask the boss for a favor?

"Book the fastest ticket, let's go to Tokyo."

Finally got a reply, Brown breathed a sigh of relief, and promised resoundingly:

"OK, Boss."

"—Ouch, watch your walk!"

Walking into the VIP passage with Nanfeng, before Fu Jinghui could react, he was caught by a tall foreign man's box and almost fell to the ground.

Being supported by Nanfeng, Fu Jinghui turned his head angrily, and looked at the culprit who almost hit him.

The result is a moment of stunned.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, long legs and narrow waist, straight-faced.With this beauty, she can definitely go directly to the top catwalks in Paris.

Moreover, after the other party glanced at him inadvertently, he suddenly looked at his face steadily.

Could it be a foreign movie fan?Looking at him like this, do you want to take a group photo or sign an autograph next?

Before Fu Jinghui could put on his signature smile, the other party turned around and left.

Not even an apology, really rude.

He muttered a few words in his heart, Fu Jinghui thought he was unlucky, and boarded the plane directly with Nanfeng.

Tianjin harbor.

"We're here hahahaha!"

I had already prepared for the worst, but I didn't expect that the other party would actually send them here.

Cheering and hugging together, Guan Guan and the others were overjoyed.

Mr. Sheguo suddenly stepped forward and said a word to the officials and the others, Ulala.

Xia Xia helped the other party translate:

"He said that the most important thing in their business is reputation. Since he has received the money, he will naturally keep his promise and send us to the destination. The scar on his snake fruit's face was to save one of the people on the ship. Guests, scratched by shark teeth in the sea."

The fruit is simply beyond its appearance.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a loyal snakehead, and Guan Guan respected him in awe.

Watching Mr. Sheguo leave, everyone looked at Tianjin Port with great pride in their hearts:

"Hurry up, go to Beijing and find Ah Luo!"

☆, French Potato Cream Baked

The author has something to say: Japan, Tokyo.

The easiest place in the world to witness parting and reunion is called the airport.

The sadness of saying goodbye to an old love and the hope of welcoming a new beginning are all performed silently every day in that space.

Among these hurried crowds, a tall and straight brown figure was particularly eye-catching.

The brown windbreaker made the visitor look tall and straight, his bony fingers were pulling the suitcase, his light brown pupils became more clear-eyed, and the girl who was swept by her eyes blushed involuntarily.

"Ah Luo A Luo, is this Tokyo?"

In a corner where no one was paying attention, a small red figure poked out from a corner of the man's collar, and his voice was clear and crisp.

Is it a tomato?

Hiding in the collar of Mr. Chef, Meme looked at everything strangely through the cover of the thick coat.

On the electronic screen on the outer wall, the trailer of Fu Jinghui's latest recording "24 Seasons of Deliciousness" is playing.

"It turns out that Japan will also release Fu Jinghui's promotional videos." I wish I could squeeze my whole body out of the collar, so I can see clearly, so I almost bit the handkerchief and turned into a fan:

"It's so handsome. Look at the white shirt on Fu Jinghui's body. Is it the one with enamel cuff buttons, or A Luo, you helped him choose that day!"

Hearing this, Li Luo looked up at the electronic screen on the wall.

The boy with a bright smile on the screen is like a pure white camellia, laughing and playing in the camera, not knowing what it means to be sad.

And the white shirt on Fu Jinghui's body was indeed chosen by Li Luo for him.

"Help me pick out a dress, I'm going to shoot a promotional video today!"

At that time, a certain guy excitedly pulled the chef and took him to the closet, insisting on his help to pick out a shirt for the other party.

These days, chefs have to work part-time to be in charge of their employer's styling, which is not easy.

Seeing the other party's big round eyes like a puppy, the head chef suddenly softened, lost his temper, and walked obediently to the wardrobe.

His fingers brushed over the neatly ironed pieces of material, and he saw the enamel cufflinks with cloud patterns on a black background were very conspicuous on the cuff of one of them.

"Just this one." He took the shirt out of the closet and handed it to the other party, he said.

"You have a good eye, you know how to choose the most expensive one, and you can help me match my clothes in the future." Taking the shirt, Fu Jinghui joked with him with a smile.

later?

But in three months, how can there be so much future?

At that time, he didn't care about it at the bottom of his heart, but now when he saw the shirt on the screen, the face of that idiot involuntarily appeared in Li Luo's mind.

He said he was going to Paris to participate in the film festival. At this moment, that guy should also be preparing to get on the plane, right?

I don't know if that idiot found the things and notes he left in the refrigerator.

"—Ah Luo, you bastard, I thought you weren't coming!"

Before anyone arrives, the sound arrives first.

A silver-haired old man walked in from the gate, and patted Li Luo's shoulder from ear to ear: "If you don't come, I'm going to buy a plane ticket and go to Beijing to bring you back."

His original thoughts were disrupted, and he shook off the smiling face of Fu Jinghui in his mind, Li Luo tucked his collar, and hid it well: "Teacher, you can speak out, if I dare not Come on, you just send someone to convert my restaurant in New York into a Turkish bath, I dare not not come."

On the side, a middle-aged man who came with Mr. Xu couldn't help laughing when he heard this answer.

Hearing this, Xu An and Mr. Xu squinted their eyes and hummed: "If you don't play hard, you won't come to see my old man on your own initiative."

"Li Luo dare not." He bowed down to salute the teacher respectfully, the middle-aged man stepped forward and took the salute from Li Luo's hand.

"Don't say anything, go back with me to rest and recuperate. Tonight, I will take you to meet some seniors. You haven't shown up for several years, and there have been quite a few newcomers who have emerged in the past two years."

Now that he is in Tokyo, he will never let this kid waste a great opportunity. Mr. Xu signaled to the middle-aged man beside him: "Xu Jing, watch this kid for me. The one who dares to leave in front of the camera."

Being guarded by the teacher so vigilantly, Li Luo was stared at by the middle-aged man without blinking, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment:

But he only ran once, why did the teacher say that he seemed to be a repeat offender?

On the other side, Beijing.

Being bumped into for no reason, and the other party ran away without even apologizing, the actor became more and more convinced: what he saw in the bedroom early in the morning, the four characters "everything is not suitable" on the calendar seemed to have so many characters. very interesting.

However, he shouldn't be so unlucky, right?

"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence."

A slightly deep voice came from behind, Fu Jinghui was startled, and turned his head to look in the direction of the voice:

He was dressed in formal attire, with a peaceful face, but the creases between his brows and the slanted eyebrows revealed that the owner was not as talkative as he looked.

"...Director He? It's really a coincidence."

Seeing that face, Fu Jinghui remembered that this was the guy who caused him to be misunderstood by the media and was revealed to be Liu Xinran's divorce.

Hide as far away as you see.

These were the original words of the agent when she introduced Director He to him.

I heard that the two had collaborated on a film back then, but it was said that it was not screened because the subject matter involved politics.

The reason for using "I heard" is because I don't know if it's been too long or I haven't seen him a few times. Fu Jinghui always can't remember this director He Gang.All related matters were popularized by Meng Tian later.

The director who has worked with him before, and now he is still being rumored by the media with the other party's ex-wife, Fu Jinghui looked at the other party's eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable for a while.

"Is your anorexia... getting better?" He Gang looked at the thoughtful person standing in front of him, there were too many emotions in his eyes that he couldn't express, and finally he just asked this sentence gently.

"Director He really knows how to joke, when did I suffer from anorexia?"

He has never disclosed his illness to the outside world, how did this person know?

With a look in his eyes, Fu Jinghui quickly put on a nonchalant look: "My body is very good, completely healthy, so I don't need Director He to bother too much."

He Gang's eyes shrank when he heard the last sentence, and he deeply forgot Fu Jinghui's glance:

"Director He? This name is really unfamiliar. There will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future. You can just call me He Gang."

Who wants to work with you in the future?

I heard from Meng Tian before that he was changed roles in three consecutive plays, and this one in front of him has made great contributions.Collaborate again?If he accidentally offends the other party somewhere, will he be unable to survive in the entertainment circle?

Fu Jinghui decided to listen to the manager and stay away from this dangerous person.

However, he and this Director He were on the same plane.

Standing in front of the boarding platform, Fu Jinghui looked at the man who was calmly watching over, his face turned green:

Lingering ghosts, what is this?

"Fu Jinghui, are you going to take this flight too?" A man came diagonally to save this embarrassing situation.

He is tall and thin in a black shirt, looks like a white-faced scholar, his face is more like a little boy than Fu Jinghui's - it's just that he should be more imposing, and the arrogance in his eyes won't be looked down upon.

It's Director Chen.

Fu Jinghui immediately breathed a sigh of relief: he has an acquaintance who can talk.

"Hey, Director He is here too, what a coincidence, everyone on this flight is acquaintances." He blocked Fu Jinghui's body without a trace, blocking He Gang's view of Mr. Actor, and Director Chen pulled him over. He went on:

"What are you doing stuck here? If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it when we get on the plane. Fu Jinghui, which seat are you taking?" talk.

The dignified Director He's complexion was very ugly for a moment.

As a result, when Director Chen passed the seat, he seemed to turn sideways inadvertently. He Gang, who was standing upright, suddenly sat down on the ground.

He Gang: ...

"Ah, I'm so sorry. It's been cold recently and people are wearing a lot of clothes. I accidentally squeezed you, Director He, to the ground. Lose weight! I'll go back and lose weight! I can't let the weight gain like this anymore! It's really right I can't help it." Smiling and apologizing to He Gang, Director Chen really didn't have the slightest hint of "I'm sorry".

Seeing the thin figure of the guy who bumped into him, He Gang, who managed to stand up with the seat on his hands, became even uglier when he heard this.

Fu Jinghui tried hard to hold back a smile