Flash marriage in the entertainment industry

Don't ask why Chu Yi knows where Fang Han is, some things are too accurate to be interesting.

Putting on black-rimmed glasses and a peaked cap, Chu Yi thought for a while, turned around, took the jacket thrown in the back seat, put it on, and got out of the car.

The bar was full of smoke and dj music was deafening.

Chu Yi frowned and walked through the hall. Under the dark light, no one recognized him.

Looking down at the phone, he went up the stairs to the private room area on the second floor and went straight to room 218.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and he didn't have to wait for the people inside to come to see the door, and they couldn't hear such a light knock on the door.

Chu Yi opened the door and saw a room full of men and women, at least thirteen or four, some singing, some dancing, and some lying on the sofa, punching and drinking.

With a glance over, I saw a beautiful woman in scantily dressed crooked on the sofa, holding a wine glass and playing Xia Chengqu, a game of drinking and drinking.

Chu Yi frowned, and watched Fang Han finish his drink before reaching out to press the headlight in the private room on the wall.

As soon as the light was turned on, the men and women in the room turned their heads in a daze, and saw the stranger standing by the door who was still cursing in dissatisfaction.

Fang Han recognized Chu Yi at a glance, not to mention that Chu Yi was only wearing glasses and a hat, even if Chu Yi had a long face, he only needed to stand there, and he would be able to recognize him just by his body shape.

Dazed for a moment, under Chu Yi's cold gaze, Fang Han shivered and quickly put down the empty wine glass in his hand, and retracted the arm around the waist of the beautiful woman.

Standing up and striding over, "Why are you here?"

The corners of Chu Yi's mouth slightly raised, but his eyes were so cold that he could shoot ice picks. He looked him up and down, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Play slowly, I'm just here to take a look." After finishing speaking, he turned around and left.

Fang Han was dumbfounded, Chu Yi's reaction was completely unexpected.

He thought Chu Yi was here to catch the traitor, and his indifference showed that he was extremely angry.

But he actually said a word in such a calm manner, then turned around and left.

This doesn't fit the setting at all!

Fang Han frowned fiercely, his trembling heart twisted in an instant, he opened the door and chased out, dragged Chu Yi's arm and walked out.

"It hurts!" The hand was like a huge pliers grabbing him tightly, Chu Yi shook his hand sharply but did not shake it off.

Fang Han pulled him all the way to the outside of the bar before letting go, and shouted angrily: "What the hell are you doing! Are you still asking people to check me?"

Chu Yi rubbed his arm that was scratched, looked up at him, and suddenly laughed when he saw his angry look, and didn't deny his question, just nodded and said: "I never said, I didn't let people check You, you can check me too."

"Fuck, Chu Yi, is there something wrong with you!" Fang Han became even more angry, and couldn't care whether there were crowds of onlookers outside, and directly called out Chu Yi's name, "Can I still have a little private life!"

Even though Chu Yi was already getting a headache from anger, he still remembered his identity and the environment he was in.

He didn't argue with Fang Han, he just glanced at Fang Han lightly, turned around and opened the car door, got in and put on his seat belt.

"If you want to quarrel with me, get in the car." With his face up, he looked at Fang Han who was standing outside the car, "If you don't go back with me, then continue to drink at the bar."

Fang Han snorted coldly and closed the car door forcefully.

Bang.

Chu Yi watched him turn around and go back to the bar angrily. He lay on the steering wheel and took a few deep breaths.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the steering wheel were white and trembling slightly.

You can see how much effort he took to suppress his anger.

Seeing Fang Han being so close to a woman, how could he not be angry.

If he didn't restrain himself, he might really be able to slap Fang Han.

Fang Han went back to the bar and was questioned by his friends what happened just now. He waved his hand and picked up the bottle to pour the wine.

Sitting on the sofa and drinking in silence, he ignored the beautiful woman who had just had a drink with him and came up to talk to him.

Chu Yi's attitude just now made him very angry, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he became.

"Fang Han, who was that person just now, your friend?" The friend who came over with a wine glass looked at him with a smile, and squeezed his eyes maliciously, "It looks good, but didn't you say you are right? Are men not sexually interested?"

Fang Han glanced at him, grabbed the wine glass in his hand and drank it down in one gulp.

"So much nonsense, drink."

Friends who often go out to drink with Fang Han know that he has such a problem. If he doesn't like it, he will drink too much. If he doesn't drink with him, he will really overturn the table.

Although he has such a big temper, his friends have long been used to it.

The main reason is that Fang Han has no problems in principle except for getting angry from time to time.

and……

Rubbing his chin, the friend just turned his face and thought about it to meet other people's eyes.

Fang Han didn't have such a big temper before, but in the past few months, it seems that he often yells twice.

I don't know who gave him this bad habit.

Fang Han didn't get found by his agent until three o'clock in the middle of the night after drinking. At this moment, he was so drunk that he lay down on the back seat of the business car and slept in the dark.

Manager Xu Xiaodong looked down at Fang Han's cell phone in his hand, and at him who was sleeping unconscious, and sighed helplessly.

"Brother Chu..." Xu Xiaodong answered the phone, "That...Fang Han drank too much."

Chu Yi sat on the sofa and hummed softly, "Where are you?"

"Just came out of the bar, so what, I'll send him..."

"You send him here, I don't feel relieved to leave him alone at home." Chu Yi pressed the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray already filled with cigarette butts, "Drive slowly on the road."

"Okay, okay, I'll take him back." Xu Xiaodong signaled the driver to drive.

Four or ten minutes later, Fang Han was dragged into Chu Yi's villa by two bodyguards like a dead dog.

Chu Yi, who was sitting on the sofa, lifted his chin and signaled them to take him upstairs to the bedroom.

Xu Xiaodong peeked at Chu Yi tremblingly, seeing his pale face and dark circles under his eyes clearly visible.

You don’t need to ask to know what Chu Yi’s mood is these days. Xu Xiaodong followed him upstairs. Seeing that Chu Yi asked the bodyguards to leave, he asked uncertainly: “How about I stay?” In Fang Han’s current state, It is estimated that we will have to start tossing in a while.

"No need, you have been busy for a day and go back to rest. Did he make an announcement tomorrow?" Chu Yi went to the bathroom and took out a plastic basin. Logically speaking, this thing should not appear in his house, but Fang Han was drunk. Too many times, he had to buy a plastic basin and keep it in the bathroom at any time.

Xu Xiaodong glanced at the electronic book, shook his head, "No, he has a commercial to shoot at nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I remember." Chu Yi soaked the towel and wrung it dry, folded it into strips and put it on Fang Han's forehead, and put the plastic basin next to the bed. This is to prevent him from vomiting during the time when he sent Xu Xiaodong downstairs. There is no place to spit.

Seeing his movements, Xu Xiaodong felt a little aggrieved for Chu Yi.

A movie star male god, not to mention a national idol, is not much different, at least he kills women of all ages.

Such a character has no temper at all because he likes Fang Han.

"Brother Chu, I shouldn't say this, but I really can't help it." Xu Xiaodong stood in front of the car, looking directly at him, "He's not suitable for you."

Chu Yi smiled slightly, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder to help him open the car door, "I know Mesozoic robots."

He knew, but he just couldn't let go.

He reminded himself, don't get into it too deeply, but things like feelings cannot be suppressed by self-reminder at all.

"Brother Chu..." With the car window down, Xu Xiaodong looked at him bitterly, "You are my idol."

"Thank you." Chu Yi rubbed the top of his head and signaled the driver to drive.

Back in the bedroom, Fang Han, who was not surprised, had already vomited once, and there was a lot of vomit in the plastic basin.

There was a sour smell of wine in the air, Chu Yi frowned and picked up the plastic basin to pour it out, and took some water back.

From 04:30 in the morning to [-]:[-] in the morning, Chu Yi didn't sleep at all. He guarded Fang Han to change the towel on his head, feed him water, and wipe his body.

Fang Han, who finally stopped vomiting and slept peacefully, let Chu Yi heave a sigh of relief. He looked at the other party's pouting face in deep sleep, stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, and poked his face.

"What am I going to do with you?"

With a sigh, this question was addressed to him as well as to himself.

Chu Yi covered his mouth and let out a sigh, covered Fang with the quilt, and planned to sleep by himself.

His tired mind was numb, and his eyes were sore and swollen.

When I woke up, there was no one around me.

Chu Yi shook his head and sat up from the bed, looked at the plastic basin on the ground and Fang Han's underwear, turned his head to look in the direction of the bathroom, and could vaguely hear the sound of water.

Looking at the time, it was more than two o'clock in the afternoon and it was not three o'clock, so he turned over and continued to sleep.

He didn't want to continue to quarrel with Fang Han, and he really didn't wake up, his mouth was very stupid when his mind was not clear.

Fang Han came out of the shower and stood by the bed and stared at Chu Yi who was sleeping on his side. He glanced at the plastic basin on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and picked up his clothes and pants and threw them into the bathroom. Dirty clothes in the clothes bucket.

After drying his hair and getting dressed, he went downstairs to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and saw the food stored in the crisper inside, and he reached out to take it out.

After the hot food was brought upstairs, Fang Han sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out his hand to push Chu Yi who was still asleep, "Get up and eat, and go to sleep after eating."

Chu Yi opened his eyes in a daze, saw the food on the bed table, rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Have you eaten?" His voice was hoarse and his throat hurt a little.

Fang Han frowned and reached out to touch his forehead, "Are you stupid? You have a fever."

"Ah?" Chu Yi looked at him with wide eyes, a little confused.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, it was a little hot.

No wonder I felt cold just now. It turned out that I had a fever.

"It's okay, I'll just sleep for a while after eating. You sit down and eat, throw up all the food you ate yesterday, don't be hungry, you have a bad stomach." Pulling him to sit down, Chu Yi took the chopsticks Pick Fang Han's favorite dishes from the plate to the other party. Seeing him sitting there without saying a word or eating, he looked up and said, "Are you still angry? I apologize to you."

Fang Han stared at his pale, unnaturally reddish face, his heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a big hand.

When he was outside the bar last night, he found that Chu Yi had a bad face, but at that time he was angry, and he didn't care at all.