After the official announcement with the disabled actor

His voice was hoarse, it sounded like it had been scraped off sandpaper, rough and ugly.But the confused expression on Ting Miao's face burst into fireworks, his eyes lit up, and he leaned on the bedside, his eyes were soft, and he knew he was in a good mood just by looking at his expression.

The change in his face was noticed by Fu Ying.

Fu Ying was silent: "What are you laughing at?"

Ting Miao frowned, held Bai Shengsheng's face, and moved closer: "Do you have to lock it with handcuffs?"

Fu Ying's face was stiff, her fine eyelashes trembled suddenly, and she didn't understand what the other person said.

He actually thought that Ting Miao would feel scared, when he said that just now, he didn't think much, hearing Ting Miao's soft voice, he couldn't help but want to tell him what was in his heart.But now, Ting Miao innocently smiled at him, he felt inexplicably panicked, and a trace of subtle emotions flashed in his heart.

Ting Miao got closer, his soft voice curled up on his rosy lips, and he opened his mouth happily: "I voluntarily, and you hid me in the house."

After finishing speaking, she stretched out her hand, and stretched out her two white and delicate wrists straight in front of Fu Ying.

"Teacher Fu." Ting Miao's eyes were clear, bright and energetic: "You can do this now."

Getting along with Fu Ying these days, Ting Miao discovered many inhumane things.He thought, Mr. Fu must have encountered something hard to be sad before, so he was paranoid and uneasy.He likes Teacher Fu, no matter what happened in the past, but now, he treats him wholeheartedly, as long as Teacher Fu wants, he can give it.

Ting Miao's heart was bubbling with satisfaction, and it felt surprisingly good to give his heart and soul to someone.

He belongs to Fu Ying, and also belongs to him. His heart, body and brain are all telling him impatiently that if he falls in love with Fu Ying, he will never lose himself, because of that thick heart and Mr. Fu together.

Fu Ying looked at Ting Miao deeply, and didn't recover for a long time.

He tilted his head, his neck and head were a little stiff, his deep eyes scratched every part of Ting Miao's body, his probing eyes seemed to doubt the truth of this sentence.

Fu Ying was silent for a long time.

Ting Miao tilted his head, the ending curled up, and trembled: "Teacher Fu..."

His hands are still stretched out, as if he will not stop until he is locked up now.

Fu Ying's eyes stayed tightly on those white wrists, his eyes moved slightly, and the obscurity and darkness accumulated in the depths of his eyes turned into wisps of light and scattered.His brows gradually frowned, and the back that was pressed against the bed froze for two seconds. When the thunder was too fast to cover his ears, he suddenly stretched out his hand and ruthlessly dragged Ting Miao onto the bed.

Ting Miao was frightened and said "ah" in a panic.

After realizing what Teacher Fu was going to do, his heart throbbed, he immediately shut up, followed Fu Ying's movements obediently, and fell asleep beside the bed on his stomach.

A pair of stiff hands were tightly shackled around his waist.

As soon as Ting Miao lay down, his waist was locked and he couldn't move at all.

Ting Miao's heart was beating fast, and he raised his eyes hastily, only to see that Fu Ying had closed his eyes.There is no expression, the outline of his face is tough and cold, but his hands are unbelievably warm, and when he wraps his waist, his waist is hot and dry.

"Do you want to lock it like this?" Ting Miao obediently slept next to him, and said with a smile, "This way... I like it better."

The arms around her waist tightened.

Hua Xinyu and Qin Li waited outside the room for half an hour before Ting Miao came out.

However, he floated out, and his whole body seemed to be sublimated, bathed in holy light, and if his smiling face was fatter, he would probably become a Maitreya Buddha.

The two assistants looked dumbfounded, Hua Xinyu took Ting Miao back, wondering, "Brother Ting, what's wrong with you?"

It's a little bit about to fly.

Ting Miao blushed, turned her head and glanced quietly at the door of Teacher Fu's room, coughed twice on purpose, and stretched her waist: "It's nothing, um... In comparison, the bed in my room is a bit hard."

Hua Xinyu didn't get what Ting Miao meant, and replied honestly: "It's okay."

Ting Miao's spirit withered.

Um?Didn't she understand?

Can we still be each other's angels?

Ting Miao continued to stretch his waist, smiled, and continued to say, "Hey, I don't feel as soft as Teacher Fu."

"Really..." Hua Xinyu thought: "So you like to sleep softly, I think your current one is enough-what?!!"

She is dumb.

Hua Xinyu was dumbfounded: "Just half an hour ago, you wouldn't sleep with Fu Ying!"

Ting Miao: "..."

The air between the two became stiff.

Ting Miao's face turned red in embarrassment, kicked his legs in anger, held his head in his arms and said madly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, how can your girl's thoughts be so filthy, filthy, and filthy!"

Hua Xinyu scratched her head, she came to her senses, and looked at Ting Miao with a smile on her face: "I thought you meant that."

Ting Miao is even more embarrassing.

Fortunately, Hua Xinyu Beier knew her boss well, turned into a supportive assistant, and happily surrounded him and said, "It turned out that I was lying on Mr. Fu's bed, no wonder I was so embarrassing. You two are developing quite fast, um, kiss without?"

Ting Miao's face was red again, and the wet eye ends were stained with thin red, which was extremely seductive.

Hua Xinyu understood: "Yes, not yet."

Ting Miao lowered her eyes, and said in a super low voice, "How-key, I will punch ducks."

"High profile! That's Fu Ying!"

Ting Miao's morale was boosted, and he clenched his fist and raised it above his head: "Chong Duck——"

Hua Xinyu snorted, "Hahaha, you're so stupid, Brother Ting."

The clenched cat punched the assistant's shoulder.

It was night and it was drizzling.

The pattering rainwater hit the leaves, disturbing the sweet dreams at night.

The crew suffered a lot due to the torrential rain. Tonight, all the actors will leave the show ahead of schedule, and the director team needs to do follow-up discussions.

Fu Ying's body was still unable to move vigorously. He lay on the bed, staring at the thick night outside with his head tilted.

The sound of heavy rain disturbed his heart.

Fu Ying's heart was beating chugs, much faster and stronger than normal, it was so strange, he had a feeling that he couldn't control himself.But what's even more strange is that he didn't feel bad, but instead felt a strange chuckle.

A secret joy of breaking through the cage of occlusion.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed a friend he hadn't contacted for a long time.

"Beep beep——" The call was answered quickly, and the other party said pleasantly, "Brother Fu, have you finally figured it out?"

Fu Ying turned her head around and stared at the ceiling.The voice on the other end of the phone was shocked, and the voice was full of joy, which involuntarily infected Fu Ying. He smiled softly: "Yun Shi, long time no see."

"It's been a long time. Are you and Lu Cong okay? Hey, what's the matter with me asking this? Since you're willing to call me, you must have figured it out. What good things happened recently?"

Fu Ying didn't answer the following questions, but only said: "Lu Cong has returned to China, and is working at the entertainment company under VEJ International."

Song Yunshi was both surprised and delighted: "This kid, he finally got his wish."

Fu Ying: "When will you return to Yancheng?"

Song Yunshi: "Recently, I took a research project, and it has to be delayed for half a year."

Fu Ying: "Professor Song is with you?"

"Grandpa is here." Song Yunshi smiled and said, "But if Grandpa knows that you want to be treated, he must be eager to return to Yancheng tomorrow."

Fu Ying said calmly, "Okay, I will contact Professor Song."

"Wait." Song Yunshi shouted hastily when he was about to hang up the phone, still curious: "I can ask, why do you suddenly want to be treated? Three years ago, your leg was not too difficult to treat. After years of training , although you gave up, but Grandpa has been studying medical cases just to help you recover. You know what I'm asking, Brother Fu, would you tell me?"

Of course Fu Ying knew what Song Yunshi meant.

Back then, he was facing enemies all around, in a difficult situation, and there were open and dark arrows everywhere, but he let his legs be left alone in embarrassment, so that now, it is difficult to heal these legs.But now, he wants to be cured, even if he can't walk normally, he can't wait to stand up.

Even if he could barely stand, he still wanted to lock that limp child in his arms.

Song Yunshi's words moved Fu Ying's heart, he moved his legs stiffly, and the smile on his face deepened: "Probably, we met the sun."

"The sun?" Song Yun was puzzled.

"Hmm." Fu Ying stared blankly at the ceiling, then suddenly stretched out her hand, opened her fingers slightly, and moved them again, as if lingeringly caressing the outline of a person in the air.He closed his eyes, and a deep voice came out slowly from his chest: "The sun is very strong, and the rain should stop."

Song Yunshi understood in a daze.

In the year when Mr. Fu passed away, he was full of glory in the entertainment industry, and he was killed in a car accident when he was in ecstasy.

In order to escape her family and childhood disasters, she entered the entertainment circle, but the high spirits that she managed to pick up in the entertainment circle disappeared with the car accident and Mr. Fu's death.Fu Ying's world was suddenly gloomy, and the gloomy rain covered his heart.

But now, the clouds and mists were pushed aside, and the sun appeared.

Song Yunshi was suddenly curious, and wanted to go back to Yancheng to see where the warmth came from.

The crew continued filming the next day.

Due to the accident that night, the director team did not dare to shoot on a rainy night, so they moved the scenes and waited for better weather to shoot.

Ting Miao's reaction during the sudden rainstorm was quickly spread throughout the film crew. If it wasn't for the fact that the film crew strictly forbade the incident to be leaked, Weibo would have been filled with topics by the two of them.

But even if it didn't get out, relying on the brains of the staff, the names of Ting Miao and Fu Ying were not consciously entangled together.

For such a result, Ting Miao is actually quite beautiful.

I secretly thought about it several times in my heart.

Today's filming is the first scene. The poet Chu Fengmo was ordered by the emperor to leave the imperial city and go to the people.

Lin Wenyuan played the role of the emperor.

At this time, Lin Wenyuan saw Ting Miao, and he no longer wanted to fire CP.The answer given to him by the company made him not sleep well in the past few days. Thinking that he might face a freeze or terminate the contract after the finale, his whole body was full of depression.

But it wasn't Ting Miao's narcissism, he could feel the change in the way Lin Wenyuan looked at him.

She is no longer as explicit as before, but there seems to be some faint emotion in her eyes, and every time she meets his gaze, she always feels a little numb.

Ting Miao rubbed his face, looked at Fu Ying in the remote monitor room, and took a deep breath.

Playing the board: "The first scene, the first scene, Action!"

On the seventh day of March in the 40th year of the Xi Dynasty, the spring day was in full bloom, and the poetry-collecting officer who held a wooden duo walked calmly on the official road in the cold morning dew.

He had just left Fuqing County, and he packed a lot of carved bamboo slips in his luggage, which was full of harvest.

After a while, he got off the official road and walked among the rice paddies of ordinary farmers. Looking from a distance, he saw a village standing quietly in front of him, as if waiting for him to pick up poems and leave.

But he was already tired, so he casually leaned against the tree and took a nap.

Perhaps the journey was too tiring, and the poetry collector fell into a deep sleep for a while.

The slender eyelashes were a little sparse, drooping lazily on the eyelids, and the poetry collector's face was extremely pale.It just so happened that the breeze was blowing under the tree, pulling up the thin strands of hair on his forehead, which hung mischievously or greedily on his clear face, and then left gently, as if he couldn't bear to disturb a sleeping teenager.

Although the young man was asleep, in his dream he recalled the first time he left the palace half a year ago.

The monarch with the jade belt and golden crown stood with his back facing him, his hands behind his back, looking deeply at the red carp pond in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Feng Mo, since your filial piety period has passed, it's time to take office."

Ting Miao knelt and cupped his hands and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The emperor played by Lin Wenyuan is named Xiao Che. Seeing Chu Fengmo knelt down, he immediately turned around and helped him up: "Your father has spent his whole life worrying about the imperial court, and he has made great achievements in collecting poems. Now you can be regarded as inheriting from your father in collecting poems."

Ting Miao said in a deep voice: "I will live up to my entrustment and share your worries."

Xiao Che never had to doubt Chu Fengmo's loyalty, but he had doubts in his heart: "Fengman, do you know the significance of my king's setting up the post of poetry collector?"

Ting Miao raised her eyes in surprise.

Lin Wenyuan looked at him quietly, his eyes were full of elegance that belonged only to the king, not only that, but also hidden a little temptation and speculation.

Lin Wenyuan acted well in this scene and was full of emotions. Zhou Dun patted his thigh in satisfaction in the monitor room.

The emperor's inquiry reminded Chu Fengmo of his father, the man who had spent his whole life worrying about the court.

Ting Miao was stunned for a moment, a slight smile floated on his lips, and he replied loudly: "Collect the words of the people and offer them to the Son of Heaven. Let them know the joys and sufferings of the people, know thousands of customs, and also know...and know the king." There are gains and losses. May the king listen to this statement, even if there are corrupt officials and treacherous officials, he should be fearless and fearless."

Lin Wenyuan quickly accepted the play, and said with satisfaction: "As expected of the wind, even if there are corrupt officials and treacherous officials, they should be fearless and fearless. The world is safe and the people want it."

Ting Miao's eyes turned slightly: "It's also what you want."

Lin Wenyuan paused upon hearing this.

After a while, Lin Wenyuan laughed loudly, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, showing approval: "Feng Man, you are also my bosom friend."

Hearing the emperor calling himself "I", Ting Miao was startled, and hurriedly cupped his hands: "I don't dare."

"Why don't you dare, you, Chufeng, were rebellious when you were young, but now that you're older, your temper has become calmer."

Ting Miao lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Lin Wenyuan paused for a moment, and suddenly his face became solemn: "It's good to be calm, so that you can calm down and be a good poetry collector. The land of the Central Plains is fertile and wild, and the people's joy and suffering are ultimately too far away from this king. Although there are officials everywhere, mistakes are inevitable. "

Ting Miao thought for a while: "The so-called sky is high and the emperor is far away, that's exactly the reason."

"Hahaha, the sky is high and the emperor is far away." Lin Wenyuan's expression froze for a while, and he couldn't help laughing: "Feng Man, you are the only one who dares to talk to me like this."

Ting Miao knew that he had gone too far, so he immediately pretended to be good: "I know my mistake."

Seeing him like this, Lin Wenyuan shook his head with a smile, his eyes fixed on Ting Miao's face again.

This is a handsome and carefree young man, maybe he still hides the former unruliness in his heart, but Xiao Che believes that he is enough to bear...

"Cut!" A loud shout sounded, and the filming on the set was suspended.

Zhou Dun's face was displeased, but thinking of Lin Wenyuan's good shot in front of him, his tone was relaxed: "Lin Wenyuan was a little lost in thought just now, did you stare blankly? Attention, you are the emperor, and there are temptations and hesitation in your eyes."

Lin Wenyuan's face changed slightly: "Director, I understand."

Zhou Dun shouted: "Continue!"

The record of the scene hit the board again: "The second scene of the first scene!"

Lin Wenyuan took a deep breath: "Chu Fengmo, from today onwards, you are my king's eyes, my legs, and a sharp weapon that allows me to see all over the world!"

Ting Miao's heart was shocked, and he immediately knelt down and bowed down: "My minister obeys the order."

However, the emperor said in the next sentence: "But Feng Mo, you have to remember..."

Ting Miao slowly raised his body and listened to the monarch's words.

Lin Wenyuan approached him, and his voice slowly reached his ears: "The most important thing is that you are yourself. This king can only overlook from the imperial city, but you can travel all over the Central Plains. This is your life. Decided? Inherit father's collection of poems and never regret it."

The hand-cranked wooden duo traveled all over the Central Plains, inheriting his father's collection of poems.

It is also a collection of poems that the elderly father devoted his life to.

For a moment, Ting Miao's eyes became blurred, and there seemed to be layers of mist in front of his eyes, and after that, there were all the scenery of the world that his father had talked about with him when he was young.

Vast thousands of miles, boundless.

Ting Miao's heart was beating like a drum, he bowed his head generously, and kowtowed: "I wish, for the rest of my life."

Lin Wenyuan looked down at the young man kneeling in front of him, and nodded slowly.

He ordered his attendants to fetch Muduo, and Xiao Che bestowed Muduo to Chu Fengmo, "From now on, this is yours."

That's it for the first act.

Zhou Dun laughed with satisfaction: "Very well, this match is over!"

He rubbed his chin, turned his head and said casually to Fu Ying: "Recently, Lin Wenyuan's acting skills have improved rapidly. He and Ting Miao cooperated very well just now. Tsk, it's not worse than your tacit understanding with Ting Miao."

Fu Ying turned her head and looked at the two people who were still on the set.

Lin Wenyuan turned his back to him, his body inadvertently blocked Ting Miao, Fu Ying couldn't see Ting Miao's expression.But the two maintained this movement for a long time, they should be talking about something.

Fu Ying's eyes were dark, with Zhou Dun's praise for the cooperation of the scene just now, and Lin Wenyuan's broad back.

He lowered his eyes and pushed the wheelchair away.

As soon as he arrived at the outskirts of the shooting location, Lu Cong's call rang.

"What's the matter?" Fu Yingbai stared boredly at the trees in the distance.

Lu Cong crossed his legs: "Two good things, the entertainment project is about to start, you are the boss, hurry up and choose a company name."

Fu Ying responded lightly: "Yes."

"Also, Jin Rui's Fang Zhou and I have already signed a cooperation agreement." Speaking of this, Lu Cong chattered endlessly, his voice soaring a little, and said with great interest: "Fang Zhou has agreed to let him The artist with the largest traffic in the family, come to cooperate with us to shoot a variety show, I have listed some artists as the resident guests of the variety show, and you can see if there is anything to add or change."

When Fu Ying handed over the project to him, she gave him full trust: "Okay, send me an email and read it tonight."

"Ok! Are you and Ting Miao together now?" Lu Cong asked suddenly.

Fu Ying picked up the leaves on her legs, and suddenly heard Ting Miao's name, her voice became tense, and the leaves between her fingers paused: "What do you need to do with him?"

Lu Cong said with a smile: "Ting Miao is the most popular in Jinrui. His boss has already approved him to join our variety show. I want to say hello to him in advance and ask him what he thinks about the variety show. By the way, it's your filming time now." It’s pretty tight, I think even if Ting Miao can come, he can only record the first episode.”

After finishing talking on the phone, Fu Yingcai removed the blade between her fingers.

His eyelids twitched, and the shooting scene just now flashed in his mind.

"Old Fu, you can talk to Ting Miao when you have time to see how many episodes he can come. He has a high traffic flow, and I definitely hope that the more the better. Also, the name of the variety show is—"

Fu Ying swept his eyebrows lightly and interrupted him: "I'll go too."

"Huh?" Lu Cong was so startled that Erlang almost lost his leg.

Fu Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, and said in a threatening tone: "No?"

"Our variety show, he's that... the reality race escape game." Lu Cong was really embarrassed, wrinkled his face and said bitterly: "I'm afraid your legs can't do it."

Lao Fu has never been interested in variety shows, and has not participated in any variety shows since his debut more than ten years ago.

Why are you interested now? Lu Cong was very puzzled.

Fu Ying paused for a while, with no expression on his face, and said coldly: "I am the boss, you find a way."

Then hang up the phone immediately.

"Hey——huh?? The boss has to pay attention to the actual situation!" Lu Cong wanted to cry, but threw away the phone and wanted to cry on the sofa for a while.

But he froze, he suddenly felt that this is a good opportunity.

He picked up the phone again and dialed happily.

"Crooked?" Lu Cong was frantic, asking Fang Zhouxi for help with a listless voice. After talking about the request of the big boss, he shyly sent out the invitation: "Mr. Fang, why don't we make an appointment for another meeting? Let's chat carefully." Let’s talk about variety shows.”

When I received the call, Fang Zhou was very busy in the office.

The other person spoke foolishly, he sighed, picked up a pen and tapped on the table: "Stupid, arrange an NPC for him."

"Ah." Lu Cong opened his mouth: "What the hell?"

The author has something to say: thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Heidi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!