After the official announcement with the disabled actor

The soft voice dragged on a little too long, and the ending was still playfully raised, with a bit of nasal sound. Why doesn't it sound like a baby?

But Ting Miao's face was already red to the point of bleeding.

He stood in front of Fu Ying in a daze, with red marks on his ears, as if frightened by Fu Ying's words, he didn't respond for a while, and he didn't make any other moves.

Fu Ying probably didn't expect Ting Miao's reaction to be so great.

The child in front of me is always strange, casually shy, and casually teasing him, every time he opens those dark eyes and says cute and coquettish words in front of him, but when he turns his head, he will be moved because of one or two movements of his own. I was so ashamed that I went limp all over.

He couldn't understand Ting Miao.

These words suddenly popped up in Fu Ying's mind.

His heart moved, he lowered his eyes, and moved his gaze down, inevitably staying on the hand holding Ting Miao.Ting Miao's white and tender fingertips were still resting on the back of his hand, and the calloused fingertips shuddered one after another, touching the back of his hand, sometimes moving it lightly, the warm touch made Fu Ying My heart trembled slightly.

Fu Ying's eyes stayed on the back of his hand for a while, he paused, and after a moment of hesitation, he let go of his hand first, turned the wheelchair and stepped back without a trace.

Because of his alienation, Ting Miao raised his eyes in surprise.

At this moment, the blush on her face, neck and ears gradually faded away, and her cheeks returned to a white appearance, lined with dark pupils, red lips and white teeth, which is pleasing to look at.

He watched Fu Ying retreat, feeling uncomfortable for a moment, and habitually pouted.

In the end, he hid the hand holding the mobile phone back, moved his toes to approach Fu Ying, and when the latter showed a puzzled expression, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

"Ang~" Ting Miao's black and white eyeballs rolled, his thick black eyelashes blinked, and he whispered, "I'm, I'm acting like a baby with you, so why don't you look at me?"

He still pursed his lips, the soft flesh on his cheeks puffed up, and the dimples on both sides of the corners of his mouth were clearly visible, and he looked a little snickering.

When Fu Ying saw the secret joy hidden in his peripheral vision, she was even more sure of her thoughts.

Hearing Ting Miao's low and soft tone, which seemed to be discussing, his heart softened inexplicably, and he didn't want to expose him. After a long silence, he nodded and said: "Okay, I won't watch."

"Really?" Ting Miao's eyes lit up instantly.

The bright stars are not as good-looking as his eyes. It is clearly broad daylight, but Fu Ying saw the bright and beautiful appearance.

Fu Ying was a little flustered, put the phone back, took a deep look at Ting Miao, suppressed the imminent thoughts in her heart, and gradually tightened her hand holding the wheelchair.

He slid the wheelchair and turned around, avoiding Ting Miao's star-like eyes, and said flatly: "I've been here for too long, go back."

"Oh yes, yes." Ting Miao nodded quickly.

The two returned to the set one after the other, and Fu Ying noticed the strange atmosphere around them almost instantly.He secretly guessed that it had something to do with what Ting Miao was going to say. He didn't show any clues on his face. He kept his face and didn't take the initiative to ask. He went to the resting place to read the script as usual.

Seeing Fu Ying's gloomy, charcoal-like complexion, the crew on the set breathed heavily and looked away, not daring to look any further.

Meng Rongxiao didn't dare to communicate with Fu Yingduo either. Seeing him approaching, she quietly moved aside, fearing to get in the way.Fu Ying's temper is really weird, except for the director team, only Ting Miao can talk to him normally.Meng Rongxiao thought of Fu Ying's dark complexion and indifferent voice when he saw people, and felt trembling in his heart. Seeing that Ting Miao was also coming, he immediately moved closer.

"Brother Ting." Meng Rongxiao pulled Ting Miao aside and asked in surprise, "What did you do just now?"

The two of them hooked their shoulders and walked sideways.

Fu Ying paused, raised his eyes, glanced over there quickly, and lowered them as if nothing had happened.

He was immersed in the script and didn't take out his phone to satisfy his curiosity.

When Ting Miao was pulled away, he subconsciously turned his head to look at Fu Ying, who was reading the script and didn't respond.He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, facing Meng Rongxiao's question, he shook his head: "It's nothing, I just went for a walk to get some air."

Seeing Meng Rongxiao's shocked expression, he asked knowingly, with a dazed look on his face: "What's wrong?"

"It's very strange." Meng Rongxiao opened his eyes wide, took out his phone and turned it over while eating melons with Ting Miao: "After you just left, not long after, the rumors on the Internet disappeared. Hey, it's not gone. It's a bit of a mess, but that Internet celebrity actually signed a marketing account company, no wonder the matter with the scumbag was hotly searched all day long, probably just to gain popularity."

She plausibly said: "Now she has been arrested. She spread rumors to so many people, and the compensation is enough to lose everything. She really deserves it."

After Meng Rongxiao finished talking, she finally looked at Ting Miao worriedly, and said with relief: "Don't worry too much, although some netizens just don't read rumors, but it doesn't matter, as time goes by, everyone knows the strength of Teacher Fu, and the rumors are casual. Just listen and it's over."

She knew that Ting Miao was a fan of Teacher Fu, and she was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable because of the messy things on the Internet, so she kept trying to comfort him.

Ting Miao didn't feel irritated by the words in his ear, and Ting Miao's heart warmed slightly, and he smiled gratefully at Meng Rongxiao: "Yes! I know, thank you little sister Meng."

Meng Rongxiao waved his hands carelessly: "It's okay."

Then he was called by the director to walk the show.

After Meng Rongxiao left, Ting Miao stood still and read Weibo for a while.Almost half an hour has passed since the clarification, but just as he imagined, the rumors are the most difficult to dispel. Many netizens start to curse people without even reading the clarification, and there are black fans who fish in troubled waters making trouble inside. Weibo with Fu Ying's name The square was in disarray.

He was so angry that he logged into the trumpet and kept posting.

In two days, the crew will move to other shooting locations. Ting Miao's role in Anhui City is coming to an end, and now it is mainly shooting group scenes and some close-ups of some actors. Although there are not many things, it is very cumbersome.

Ting Miao returned to the reclining chair in the rest area, and Fu Ying, who was next to him, saw him holding his mobile phone and looking at it, with a hint of displeasure on his face.

At this time, Qin Li hurried over and whispered in Fu Ying's ear.

Ting Miao was going to scold Heizi in the trumpet, but when he saw Qin Li, he tensed up and sat up straight.Out of the corner of his eye, he quietly glanced at the people next to him, but Fu Ying's face remained unchanged, and Ting Miao wondered if they were talking about this matter.

After Qin Li finished speaking, he left.

Ting Miao's gaze fell on his back hesitantly, and he looked at it for a long time.

Qin Li's attitude was very abnormal just now, with an angry and nervous expression on his face, he should be talking about something very important.

Ting Miao's heart also picked up, his brows frowned unconsciously, his eyes chased after Qin Li's figure and left the set, and then reluctantly moved back, only to meet Fu Ying's stern black pupils.

Ting Miao's face was slightly stiff, and his eyes moved towards the ground hastily, without looking directly at Fu Ying.

But he could feel Fu Ying's aggressive eyes, sticking to his body inch by inch, his head swelled up, he raised his eyes bravely, and said hesitantly, "Mr. Fu, do you know everything?"

Fu Ying didn't speak, and steered the wheelchair forward.

His complexion was ugly, his thin lips were pressed down, and he stretched out his hand. There was no emotion in his voice, "Let me see what you did." The dark and deep pupils stared at Ting Miao, as if to look into Ting Miao. in his heart.

Ting Miao knew he couldn't hide it from him, so he lowered his eyes, looked at Fu Ying's broad and rough palm, carefully handed his trumpet to Fu Ying, and said softly, "It's nothing, just use the trumpet to clarify..."

Fu Ying picked up the phone and swiped, and sure enough, she only saw some reposts on the phone.He didn't flip through the content of Weibo casually, but only glanced at the article on the homepage, and then returned the phone.

This series of actions made Ting Miao puzzled.

And why did he feel that when Mr. Fu handed the phone back, he seemed relieved.

When Ting Miao was wondering, Fu Ying looked at him seriously.The thin lips were pursed tightly, and the sharp eyebrows revealed a trace of coldness. Besides, there was an obvious alienation, which Ting Miao had never seen before.

Ting Miao was flustered by this look.

He faltered: "Teacher Fu..."

Fu Ying frowned, eyes were cold, and reprimanded: "Don't do this kind of thing in the future."

After the words fell, he pushed away the wheelchair and turned around.

The air is mixed with the warm smell of sunshine, which is very comfortable, but Ting Miao feels cold all over for a while.

He stared blankly at the direction Fu Ying left, opened his mouth, but said nothing.

Ting Miao didn't see Fu Ying until the crew officially finished playing at night.

He stayed on the set absent-mindedly, and only walked to the hotel in a drowsy manner after the director's call was over.

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.

The dark night covered every corner of the room, and the lights were not turned on, only the dim and yellowed wall lamp beside the bed was dimly shining.Fu Ying sat silently in the wheelchair, her eyes drooped, and a slowly burning cigarette was held between her bony fingers.

It didn't take long for Lu Cong to tap on the call. As soon as he connected, his angry voice penetrated the silent and dark room.

"Old Fu, you have returned to the entertainment industry, and everyone is staring at you! It's only been a few days, and they can't wait?!"

Fu Ying closed her eyes, leaned her body back, and said with a natural laziness in her voice soaked in thick smoke, "It's all trivial."

Lu Cong said angrily, "I know, but I can't swallow this breath!"

Fu Ying raised the corners of her lips with a half-smile, her fingers holding the cigar trembled slightly, and twisted the body of the cigarette with her warm fingertips, sitting silently in the dark.

"This dirty water is really bad." Lu Cong sneered: "You think it's enough to just find an internet celebrity to break the news? It's a joke, but the strange thing is that there seems to be someone behind your back to help you."

Speaking of this, Lu Cong's tone changed, and he said in a deep voice: "After Zhuang Jun found out the first time, she was about to contact the public relations, but the direction of public opinion changed. I don't know who it is, but it's so fast."

The time difference between Lu Cong and China is different. When the rumors spread, he was sleeping under the covers, only to wake up to find that the sky was about to change.

He immediately contacted Zhuang Jun who was in charge of the new entertainment company in China. The other party had no experience and was in a hurry to find a public relations deal.While cursing, Lu Cong instructed Zhuang Jun who to contact.The two did not cooperate well across the ocean, but they quickly arranged everything.Who knows, just as he was about to make a move, he found that he had already been dealt with.

Shocked, Lu Cong wanted to find out who did it, but he couldn't.

Lu Cong guessed that it was Fu Ying's former contacts in the entertainment industry, but he had never heard of anyone he had a good relationship with, so he asked suspiciously, "Old Fu, do you know who did it?"

The dark night seems to be very rare in Fu Ying's room. The dark night huddled together and kept breaking in, adding an irrepressible dullness to the space like splashed ink.Near the window, a smoky light burns quietly.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes, staring at the cigarette held between her fingers, her dark eyes seemed to merge with the dark night, making it difficult to see clearly.

He didn't directly answer Lu Cong's words, but lightly dusted off the cigarette ash, but said, "The old house said that they want to hold a birthday party for me."

Lu Cong became hoarse.

It took a long while before he could squeeze out a sentence: "Fuck, are they sick?!"

Fu Ying sneered, and said coldly: "Please invite celebrities in the business world, big names in actors, the bigger the trouble, the better. I just want everyone to see what a disabled person I am, the newly appointed head of the Fu family."

Lu Cong couldn't get used to those two words, and his tone was low: "Old Fu..."

Fu Ying seemed to have never heard of it, the corners of her mouth curled up, and her eyes were darkened: "The invitation to the banquet will be sent out tomorrow, they want to make a big fuss, even if they don't want their own face, they still have to hide from me. As a junior, I naturally join in." Take advantage of this opportunity, it's best to make the trouble known to everyone."

After he finished speaking, he let out a self-deprecating sneer.

Lu Cong vaguely caught a trace of other meanings from Fu Ying's words, and asked hesitantly, "Old Fu, what do you mean?"

Fu Ying's eyes fell on the thick night in front of him, his eyes didn't land, and he walked in the air silently. His tone was slightly cold: "You and I know what those people in the old house are thinking. This time it's a This is a good opportunity, we are not in a hurry for the public opinion on Weibo, we will find out when we wait for the birthday party."

Lu Cong realized Fu Ying's meaning, slapped his thigh, and couldn't help but laugh: "Yes! The birthday party is the best counterattack! No matter how much trouble they make, won't they all make a wedding dress for you in the end?!"

The identity of the president of VEJ International is a mystery. After taking over three years ago, he has never appeared in public, let alone in any business entertainment.

Countless celebrities who wanted to make friends with each other had run into a wall. It was conceivable that after the invitations were sent out, there would inevitably be an uproar.

Lu Cong raised his eyebrows, thinking that the people in the old house tried their best to embarrass the old man, but they were used by them in the end... He was secretly happy, and couldn't help being ready to move, but he still said in a bad mood: "You said that the old man , What are you thinking about every day, honestly, you can’t enjoy the blessings, and I have to keep you in trouble.”

Fu Ying was silent for a while, then mocked: "Probably, it's too comfortable."

Lu Cong took it for granted.

Otherwise, why would they want to play tricks on Fu Ying if they have nothing to do?

Eating too much is not!

Lu Cong tsk tsk, thought for a while and said: "I will fly back to Yancheng tomorrow night, and they will probably send invitations to my old man. I will go with the old man then."

Fu Ying said lightly: "Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Ying glanced at the mobile phone on the screen, and then threw it on the bed.He leaned back, resting the back of his head on the back of the wheelchair, slightly closed his eyelids, and let out a heavy sigh.

The smoke at the fingertips is still burning, and the little lights tear through the thick night.

Fu Ying didn't go to bed, leaned on the wheelchair, her face was exhausted.

Until the two knocks on the door interrupted Fu Ying's thoughts, he immediately raised his eyelids, his eyes were dull, staring at the door of the hotel room.

"Who?" He didn't move, and replied lazily.

Fu Ying's position was a little far from the door, and her voice was faint, lazy and lifeless.

There was a pause outside the door for two seconds, and a young man's clear voice sounded slightly nervous: "Teacher Fu, it's me, Ting Miao."

Fu Ying frowned subconsciously, but the gloomy expression on her face faded in an instant.

After a moment of silence, he responded, "Come in."

The door was only ajar, Ting Miao stood at the door nervously, heaved a sigh of relief after getting the answer, and slowly pushed the door open.

He saw Fu Ying sitting at the back of the room, in the narrow corner between the balcony and the bed.

The dark night filled the room unscrupulously, and the dimness of the bed and wall lamps could not light up the whole room at all.Subconsciously, Ting Miao lowered the sound of footsteps, walked in slowly, and came to Fu Ying gropingly.

The soft moon halo came in from the window, and he lowered his head, only to find that there were a lot of cigarette butts thrown in front of Fu Ying's wheelchair, and between his fingers, the cigar was glowing and was slowly burning.

A strong smell of smoke spread around, making Ting Miao feel uncomfortable for a moment.

He doesn't like smoking.

Ting Miao frowned, and just about to speak, he was choked by the smoke, covered his mouth, and sneezed twice in pain.

Fu Ying lowered her eyes and paused slightly with her fingers holding the cigarette.

But it didn't go out, it still let itself burn.

No matter how nervous Ting Miao was, he found that Fu Ying's mood was wrong.He moved his mouth and organized his words in his mind. He guessed that today's rumor making made Mr. Fu uncomfortable, and he also felt uncomfortable.

Ting Miao didn't like to stand in front of Fu Ying blankly, it would make him feel a strong alienation, he wanted to be closer to Fu Ying, closer.So he bent down and squatted in front of Fu Ying's wheelchair, clasped the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, and raised his eyes to chase Fu Ying's eyes.

"Teacher Fu..."

Fu Ying, who lowered her eyes, collided with Ting Miao's gaze.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Ting Miao's pupils shrank suddenly.

Teacher Fu's eyelids were slightly drooping, and his eyes were dark, with complex emotions in them, empty and empty, without a place to fall, staying on the floor in vain.Ting Miao's heart skipped a beat, and following Teacher Fu's line of sight, he saw only a few burnt cigarettes scattered on the ground.

Ting Miao is very good at comforting people. He always looks pleasing when he is around his family and friends. He has countless words hidden in his heart that can comfort others' sad things.But at this time, facing Fu Ying, he didn't know what to say and was speechless.

Ting Miao blinked his eyelids for no reason, his eyes were sore, and he whispered, "Don't feel bad... Teacher Fu, don't feel bad."

He can't see Fu Ying like this, it will make him feel that the person in front of him is lifeless, as if every moment, he will leave him without nostalgia.

Thinking of this, Ting Miao's throat rolled, and he leaned against Fu Ying's wheelchair: "You are worrying about those rumors, aren't you, Mr. Fu, it will be fine, I know it's all fake, they—"

The sound stopped abruptly.

Fu Ying suddenly pulled Ting Miao up, pulled him in front of him, and involuntarily clenched his wrist, her voice was as cold as a ghost crawling out of hell.He stared at Ting Miao with confused eyes, and said impatiently, "Why do you care about me?"

Ting Miao frowned, his slender wrist hurt from being clenched, he let out an unbearable moan, raised his head, and looked straight into Fu Ying's eyes: "Of course I want to care about you."

Fu Ying stared at him motionlessly.

Suddenly, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the cigarette stretched out, and with a nimble twist of his fingers, Fu Ying held the slowly burning cigarette in his hand.

"Do you like me?" Fu Ying murmured in a low voice, her voice was so turbid that it was soaked in smoke, as if floating from afar, it quietly broke into Ting Miao's ears.

Ting Miao didn't answer, and all his thoughts were taken away by the cigarette in Fu Ying's hand.

His pupils shrank, and he watched Fu Ying bring the burning cigarette closer and closer. The cigarette butt was facing his shackled palm, slowly approaching, and getting closer.

Ting Miao gasped, belatedly realizing what Fu Ying was going to do.

But he didn't avoid it, and the hand that was still struggling was even more surprisingly quiet, he just bit his lower lip, looked away, and fixed his eyes on Fu Ying's face.

The contours of the facial features are not very clear because of the night, but the pair of straight eyebrows, narrow and deep eyes, and thin lips have always been in his heart, and he has never forgotten them.The first meeting was four years ago, Ting Miao had no time to think about the past four years ago, and the appearance of meeting Fu Ying again appeared in his mind in a chaotic manner.

He realized that Fu Ying had changed a lot after her comeback.The bright and gorgeous eyes that were once vigorous and vigorous, have remained until now, and the eyes are always cold.It seems that there will always be a turbulent ocean, no one can step over the ocean and penetrate into his eyes, so they can't touch his heart.

Ting Miao once thought that perhaps it was the car accident that changed Fu Ying's temperament drastically, or perhaps it was the regret of facing the wheelchair and being told countless times that she could not stand up tiredly in the past three years.But surprisingly, at this time, he suddenly discovered that Fu Ying did not trust and lost trust in everything, so he cut off all things that tried to be related, including himself who wanted to get closer again and again.

Ting Miao's heart suddenly dropped, and he fell into a boundless abyss.

He suddenly came back from his thoughts, and was horrified to find that the corner of Fu Ying's mouth was raised into a stern smile.

Ting Miao's heart palpited for a moment, and he suddenly turned his head.

But Fu Ying turned around, pressed the hot cigarette butt on the back of her hand with her backhand, and smiled inexplicably with a dark face: "Look, I'm just a lunatic."

Ting Miao opened his eyes wide, his scalp was numb, and his heart ached like being pulled.He didn't care about anything, he hurriedly snatched the cigarette from Fu Ying's hand, threw it on the ground, his eyes were red: "Mr. Fu, does it hurt? Why do you want to do this... medicine, is there any anti-inflammatory ointment here, I'll go find... "

Before he finished speaking, his voice took on a crying tone.

But Fu Ying didn't allow him to move, clasped his slender waist with both hands, pulled him closer, and fiercely pushed him forward.

Ting Miao groaned in panic.

He was caught off guard and was forced to straddle Fu Ying's lap, his chest heaving slightly in panic.

Fu Ying pinched Ting Miao's waist, her lowered voice was full of danger, her eyes were burning, she looked at him with the eyes of a prey, and said word by word: "Don't like me, stay with me, you would be crazy too."

Before Ting Miao could speak, Fu Ying became inexplicably irritable, supported Ting Miao's neck involuntarily, pressed him down suddenly, and bit hard on the side of his fair neck.

"Woo—" Ting Miao murmured vaguely.

He couldn't help but raise his neck, and his eye sockets were instantly wet.

The next day, dawn.

In the rainy early autumn, the pattering raindrops awakened the sweet dreams of young people.

Ting Miao woke up from the dream, rubbed his eyes, and realized that he was sleeping in Fu Ying's room, and there was no one around.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes. After waking up in a daze, he saw more cigarette butts beside the bed than last night before he got out of bed. I'm afraid Fu Ying still smoked after he fell asleep.

The clothes on his body felt much bulkier after a night, Ting Miao stretched his waist, and just about to go back to the room to change into a clean one, when his hands unconsciously touched the side of his neck, the strange touch made his expression dazed.

He scratched there with his fingertips, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror with bare feet. Before he could see the abnormality on the side of his neck, he was frightened by his own appearance in the mirror.

The fluffy short hair is extremely messy, the head is raised in three or four places, the eyelids are drooping and dazed, and the dark circles under the eyes are heavy like pandas.His eyes were still dull and his face was pale, as if he had woken up from a nightmare all night.

But Ting Miao thought about it, and clearly remembered that last night was a beautiful dream.

He still vaguely remembered that someone kissed the wound on the side of his neck repeatedly, warm lips covering the bite mark, touching and licking carefully, which made him tremble uncontrollably.

Ting Miao's dream was of course Fu Ying, but it must be a dream, he never imagined that Teacher Fu would be so gentle.

Ting Miao was inexplicably depressed. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that his brain was too big. After Mr. Fu bit him hard last night, how could he still have such a strange dream.

He sighed helplessly, rubbed his head, moved closer to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and carefully looked at the abnormality on the side of his neck.

It turned out that it was put on a Band-Aid.

Ting Miao's eyes moved, and he touched it. Through a thin layer of Band-Aid, he could vaguely feel the pain when he was bitten on the side of his neck.

What happened last night was still in his mind, he was stunned, and ran to the bathroom to tidy up with complicated emotions.

After quickly packing up, Ting Miao rushed to the set. At this time, there were not many actors present, and only the staff were busy with the location.

He went straight to the director: "Director Zhou, have you seen Mr. Fu?"

Sitting in the monitor room, Zhou Dun checked the shooting situation last night, and said casually, "We're going to go to Eucalyptus tomorrow. Fu Ying has no show today, and he happened to have something to do at home, so let him go first." .”

The filming of the scene in Anishi City is over. Tomorrow, the cast and crew will have a week off, and the staff will transfer the shooting supplies to Euan City. The shooting will continue after the indoor and outdoor scenes of the filming location in Euan City are ready.

Unexpectedly, Teacher Fu had already returned home, Ting Miao felt a little disappointed in his heart, and his expression was also sleepy.

I didn't even ask about what happened last night. What happened to Mr. Fu to make him say that... Also, the cigarette butt was so hot, it must have hurt the back of his hand, and I don't know if he painted it or not. ointment.

Ting Miao was worried all the time, it would be better to wait until the filming started, immersed in the film, temporarily forgetting the troubles of reality.

After the scene in Anise City was over, the director took the actors out to have a chat.

Ting Miao didn't drink, and sat alone at the wine table and ate food in a dull mood. He vaguely felt that he had forgotten something very important, but there was a lot of noise around him, and he couldn't remember it.

The next day, noon.

Yancheng International Airport.

Hua Xinyu was waiting outside the airport bridge, and when she saw a familiar figure, she ran over quickly, with a huge fisherman's hat on her limp hair.

"Huh?" Ting Miao was stunned, but before he could respond, Hua Xinyu put the mask on for him again, and dragged him to the parking lot.

Now Ting Miao saw the person clearly, and smiled: "Xin Yu, it's you."

With her neat ponytail tied up, Hua Xinyu led him to run fast, muttering, "I don't know where the fans found your flight information, and they are probably stuck at the airport now."

"What?" Ting Miao opened his eyes wide, said nothing, quickened his pace, and ran to the parking lot with Hua Xinyu instead.

Fortunately, there were many passengers around at the moment, so the two of them hid themselves and quickly got into the car. After Hua Xinyu drove away from the airport and came to the highway, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Panting for breath, Ting Miao took off the fisherman hat and other equipment, and ran too fast, his cheeks flushed, and he said suspiciously: "Where are the fans getting the news, it's too fast." He just booked the flight last night.

Hua Xinyu was noncommittal: "Scalpers, there are plenty of ways."

The private itinerary company will not report to the public. The correct support of fans is in public places. Fans who obtain private information from other channels are illegitimate. Jinrui Entertainment strictly prohibits it. Of course, Hua Xinyu is not used to it as Ting Miao's assistant. The tone is not good.

Ting Miao sat on the co-pilot, breathing much easier after taking off the mask.

After resting for a while, his heart felt itchy again, and he turned his head to look at Hua Xinyu who was concentrating on driving, his eyes were shining brightly, his mouth moved while muttering, and he looked like he was secretly delighted but didn't know how to speak.

"Xinyu..." Ting Miao reminded her secretly: "Why don't you ask me who I met in this filming?"

Hua Xinyu's heart skipped a beat, she understood without having to look at Ting Miao, and said cheeringly, "Brother Ting, who did you meet?"

Ting Miao said happily: "Fu! Ying!"

"Wow, is it Teacher Fu?! That's great!"

Ting Miao was satisfied, and started chatting with her: "Do you know how good-looking Mr. Fu is now? He is more handsome than three years ago, and he has acting skills. I thought he would be rusty if he hadn't filmed in the past three years, but he didn't at all. , even better than before, and my acting skills have become more mature. I talked a lot with Mr. Fu this time, and he didn't think I talked too much...Xinyu, do you know..."

Ting Miao didn't have the nerve to disturb her driving too much, stretched out two fingers, tugged on the sleeve of her hoodie, pursed the corners of her mouth, and couldn't help snickering: "Ms. Fu and the other actors have never spoken except for filming, it's me Just told me, we still have dinner together..."

Hua Xinyu: "...Oh, that's great."

Along the way, Ting Miao was talking about the little things with Fu Ying, and Hua Xinyu was all cheering, and soon returned to the Jiangjing villa in Yancheng.

Manager Wen Qin is cooking for him in the villa.

Ting Miao's stomach started to growl when he smelled the pickled cabbage and fish soup. As soon as he came in, Wen Qin shouted, "Xinyu, come over to serve the dishes. It's just time for dinner. Let's eat first."

"Hey, come." Hua Xinyu replied.

Ting Miao put down his luggage, and after hearing Wen Qin's voice, he also sneaked into the kitchen: "I'll help!"

"Sit down, what do you need for your help?"

"I'm serving rice, Brother Wenqin, don't pick me up, be careful, don't spill the pickled fish that I've been thinking about!"

Wen Qin looked at him enthusiastically serving the meal, smiled helplessly, and walked slowly to the living room with the casserole in hand.

Three meats and two vegetables in one soup, Wen Qin's craftsmanship is good, and the table is full of colors, flavors, especially the fresh and mellow pickled fish, which makes Ting Miao's mouth water.He served the white glutinous rice, and the three of them sat together, chatting and eating.

Wen Qin kept three words in his mouth: "This time the production crew has a one-week break. It's a long time. A few days ago, the Ferris brand came to me in person to talk about the endorsement. Remember it's tomorrow, and I'm going to shoot a commercial."

"Not good." Ting Miao earnestly scooped up sauerkraut to eat.

Wen Qin pulled out the notebook to look at it, and said with a smile: "For this day's advertisement, you should have a good rest when you come back, and Xinyu will follow you when you go to Eucalyptus City."

Hua Xinyu raised her eyebrows: "OK!"

Ting Miao buried his head in his meal, and when he heard the words, he faltered and muttered twice: "I can do it myself."

Wen Qin glared at him: "Of course I know that you can take care of yourself, the key is Teacher Fu."

Sure enough, as soon as Fu Ying was mentioned, Ting Miao didn't even taste pickled fish. He raised his head and opened his eyes wide: "What does it have to do with Teacher Fu?"

Wen Qin thought it was funny when he saw his appearance, and said angrily: "Let Xinyu take care of you, or someday it will be on someone else's body."

"Pfft—" Hua Xinyu burst out laughing.

Embarrassed by the laughter, Ting Miao rolled his small eyes and pursed his mouth: "I'm very serious, okay... ok, it's okay to go to Xinyu, anyway, I won't pick on Mr. Fu .”

At most, just sticky rubbing in front of him.

Very decent.

After the meal, Wen Qin and Hua Xinyu went to the company, and Ting Miao nestled in the room to rest, regretting why he didn't ask him where he lived now when he was with Mr. Fu?

He pondered for a while, then clicked on WeChat to send Fu Ying a message.

[Ting Miao]: Teacher Fu, good noon, have you eaten~

[Ting Miao]: The crew changed the scene, I'm back to Yancheng, where does Mr. Fu live, can I come and visit?

He kept silent about what happened last night, and asked in a serious tone, he should be able to answer... But Ting Miao played with his phone boredly, and waited for half an hour, but there was no reply.

Should be busy.

I just came back from filming, so maybe I have to be busy with a lot of things. The agency, former friends, and family members can't handle it in a day or two.

Ting Miao silently made excuses for him, feeling much relieved.

At this moment, the phone rang.

When Ting Miao saw it, bright flowers bloomed on his face.

"Ah, ah, cousin! I'm home! When will you get off work? Let's go out for dinner. I haven't been with you for a long time!"

The other party smiled as soon as he got connected: "Didn't you just eat?"

There was a hint of humor in the cool voice.

Ting Miao rubbed his bulging belly and grinned: "Make an appointment first, otherwise what should you do if you are invited away by someone else?"

His cousin, Junxiu and handsome, is the high flower of Jinrui Group. No matter how many men and women from famous families pursued him, they couldn't afford it.But even so, there are always countless young masters who come downstairs of Jinrui Group, waiting patiently with flowers and luxury cars.

Ting Miao's ridicule made Fang Zhouxi smile lightly.

At the end, it was time to get down to business: "Miao Miao, it just so happens that you are back, and you will accompany me to the birthday dinner of the president of VEJ International the day after tomorrow."

Ting Miao was stunned: "Birthday?"

He regained his energy all of a sudden, and didn't speak for a long time.

"Yeah, birthday?! I just said that there was an important event during the dinner party of the crew and I didn't remember it... Oh, it's too bad, I actually forgot Teacher Fu's birthday!"

10 month 23 day.

Isn't it the day after tomorrow?

Ting Miao was startled and panicked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.He has been so busy these days that he almost forgot Teacher Fu's birthday. Fortunately, the day after tomorrow, he has time to prepare now.

Seeing Ting Miao suddenly screaming, Fang Zhou was silent: "Teacher Fu? Fu Ying."

Ting Miao groaned, and said in a low tone: "Well, it's Teacher Fu's birthday, I'm sorry cousin, I didn't expect to bump into the dinner party, so I won't go."

When he accompanied his cousin to various banquets in the past, he used his identity as an artist under Jinrui Entertainment and Fang Zhouxi's friend. Outsiders didn't know his brother relationship with Fang Zhouxi. It didn't matter whether he went this time or not.

Ting Miao thought that his cousin would readily agree, and he was already thinking about celebrating Teacher Fu's birthday, but after a moment of silence on the other side, he smiled: "Are you with Fu Ying?"

The voice was clearer than the stream water, faintly lingling, and suddenly hit Ting Miao's heart.

Ting Miao was stunned, his cheeks flushed, and he was a little shy: "Why, we just met!"

"Then are you going out with him that day?"

This question got to the top of Ting Miao's heart, he pouted pitifully, his voice was soft and nasally buzzing: "No, I don't know where Teacher Fu lives, what are the arrangements. "

Listening to his cousin's low voice, Fang Zhouxi persuaded: "Since you can't celebrate Fu Ying's birthday with him, you will be sad at home, why not go out and get together."

This really makes sense, he can't contact Mr. Fu now, and the dinner is only at night.

Ting Miao tilted his head, thinking about the scene last night,