Pillow people and dignitaries

"Brother Fu, let me wash the vegetables for you."

Outside, Kan Teng and Tao Xiu got into a fight, fighting on the sofa, and he couldn't join in, so why not help Fu Junchi in the kitchen.

"Well, let's wash the tomatoes over there."

Fu Junchi lowered his head and stirred the thick soup with a spoon, and the tangy aroma of the thick soup wafted in the air in the kitchen.

Mu Zeqiao stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, and the cold water fell on his palm and then slipped from between his fingers.

"Are the tomatoes diced or sliced?"

"Cut into pieces."

Two people cook much faster than one person, and there are eight dishes and one soup on the table in less than half an hour.

Fu Junchi cooked the potato ribs soup. As for the other eight bowls of dishes, five bowls were cooked by Fu Junchi, and three bowls were cooked by Mu Zeqiao.

Tao Xiu poked Kan Teng with the other end of the chopsticks, "I found that excellent people really can do anything! They are good at acting, good at cooking, and handsome, but it's a pity that they have nothing to do with me."

"If you care about it, it's related to work." Kan Teng picked up the chopsticks and put the order into the bowl.

"...A Teng, do you still have that kind of artist with tall face and long legs?"

"Yes, don't worry, people don't like you."

"Your conscience is a dog..."

The rest of Tao Xiu's words got stuck in his throat, and he didn't say a word for a moment, and obediently lowered his head to pick up the rice.

Tao Xiu and Kan Teng went back to the next door after eating, and Mu Zeqiao insisted on cleaning up the dishes with Fu Junchi.

"A notice came down from the crew, asking the artists to join the crew early, do you want to go there together?" Fu Junchi was wiping his hands with a wet tissue after washing the dishes.

Mu Zeqiao: "How long ago?"

Fu Junchi: "Tomorrow, let's go together, plus Kan Teng and Tao Xiu are exactly four people."

Mu Zeqiao hesitated for a while, but agreed.

Maybe it was because he hadn't seen him for a long time, and he was not used to Fu Junchi always helping him. If it was six years ago, he might have accepted it for granted, because at that time he regarded Fu Junchi as his own brother.

But now that he has experienced so much, he understands more than 01:30 in the world, and he can't take it for granted to accept other people's kindness.

Fu Junchi squatted down and rummaged under the coffee table, took out a document bag and handed it to Mu Zeqiao, "The script is in it, you can read it, I will stay here for one night today, and we can go there together tomorrow."

Mu Zeqiao took out the script, raised his head and asked, "Are there any guest rooms?"

"A lot, all cleaned up."

Just as Mu Zeqiao wanted to say "thank you", he immediately swallowed it down. Brother Fu didn't like him being too polite. After thinking about it, he replied, "Okay."

"You sit in the living room first, and I'll go to the balcony and make a phone call."

"Brother Fu, go do your own thing, I will call you if something happens."

"Ah."

Fu Junchi walked to the balcony, opened the address book, found the note "Yao Bin" and dialed it.

"Have you found it?"

"Brother, it's only been one day. Even if a hundred people from my side can check it overnight, I know I didn't notice it, but I handed over the management of the hotel in Shaozhou to a manager. I would pay attention to Xiao Qiao and Cheng Lu occasionally this year, but the outside world has rumored that the relationship between them is very good, especially that Cheng Lu, who came out publicly for Xiao Qiao and his family before, and made such a big fuss. After going abroad to get the certificate, I thought that guy was really nice to Xiao Qiao..."

Fu Junchi pinched the phone, and his voice sank: "The key point."

Yao Bin stopped immediately, followed by the sound of flipping through the papers, "The point is that I didn't find out, but I found out some other things. Lu Cheng, he had a bad reputation in the past. In his circle He played very openly, it can be said that he never refuses anyone, give me another month, and I can get all his room opening records."

"Ah."

"Little Joe with you now?"

Fu Junchi glanced into the living room, and Mu Zeqiao was seriously studying the script, "Well, he participated in "Time 2"."

"When will we bring him out for a gathering? Our group of brothers haven't seen him for a long time. Ning Zhong and Xiao Sisi miss him a lot."

"next week."

"Isn't Xiao Qiao in Shaozhou? How did you bump into him? I've been there a dozen times before to deal with hotel business, but I haven't met him before."

"Bye."

"Hey Hey hey……"

Fu Junchi walked into the living room. Mu Zeqiao's thoughts were all on the content of the script. He read the content of a part of the play, placed the script on the sofa, opened his clothes, took a deep breath, and immediately flattened his stomach. The contours of the abs are revealed.

He poked his abdomen with his fingers, and was immediately discouraged, "abdominal muscles... I don't know if there is a place for running over there."

"The downstairs of the hotel arranged by the crew is fine."

Scared by this sentence, Mu Zeqiao immediately covered his clothes. He almost forgot that this was at Fu Junchi's house. Those actions and words just now must be quite childish.

Mu Zeqiao nodded in disbelief, "Did you finish the call?"

"Ah."

In the script that Mu Zeqiao read just now, there is a passage in which Yan Chong and Mu Jing went to the swimming pool together, and solved a series of misunderstandings in the past. Among them was the scene where they were swimming. The script said that Mu Jing had eight-pack abs, but he ...

Fu Junchi went to the kitchen and poured a cup of warm water, put it in front of Mu Zeqiao, sat down on the other side of the sofa, and opened the script piled on top of the magazine on the coffee table.

Mu Zeqiao has finished reading his script, and the plot has basically not changed. What should be practiced now is acting and abdominal muscles, as well as the different emotions involved in each scene.

If Mu Zeqiao practiced his acting skills, he would definitely disturb Fu Junchi who was reading the script. He glanced away, "Can I read those magazines?"

Fu Junchi pushed all the magazines on his side to Mu Zeqiao, "It was all given by the photographer."

Mu Zeqiao wanted to look at these magazines because the pictures on them were almost all of Fu Junchi. There were about a dozen copies, each of which had him on the cover, and they were all from different magazines.

Charming, depressed and affectionate, in a neat black suit and a pair of white gloves, Fu Junchi on the cover is sitting on a chair, with his tall and thin hands on his thighs, his body leaning forward slightly, exuding the charm that a man should have to the best.

"Brother Fu really can be the best at anything."

Fu Junchi established a small company when he was in college, and Kan Teng, a college classmate of his, took the initiative to take on the responsibility of Fu Junchi's secretary. At that time, the company had developed very well within half a year after listing, with a bright future.

Before Fu Junchi entered the entertainment industry, Kan Teng also followed him to learn to be an agent, but he won the title of actor in just four years, which is a speed that countless artists dare not dream of.

Fu Junchi raised his head, looking at Mu Zeqiao with a pair of dark eyes.

"You too."

Mu Zeqiao was born in Mu's family, and his family business has grown. Mu's father is not strict with him, and usually Mu Zeqiao will allow him to do whatever he wants.

Six-year-old Mu Zeqiao likes the piano, so he volunteered to enroll in the piano class. He has two hours of lessons every day and two hours of practice by himself after returning home.

When he was nine years old, the judges made an exception and let him participate in the National Youth Piano Competition, and won No.2 among a group of teenagers who were two or three years older than him.

Later, he was fascinated by colorful watercolor paintings, and stayed in his room all day and all night, thinking about how to sway these colors to make them more beautiful, and how to arrange the colors to outline a beautiful sunset.

The 15-year-old Mu Zeqiao is obsessed with playing the characters in literary novels. He ponders the inner activities of the characters, observes the subtle expressions of the faces, and imagines the behaviors of those characters.

After he confirmed his goal, he began to study very seriously, and finished high school in only two years. At the age of 17, he entered the famous film academy and started his acting career.

This is why the 17-year-old Mu Zeqiao can play Mu Jing in the script, which is why the 17-year-old Mu Zeqiao became an instant hit in his first play, and why Mu Zeqiao was originally cast in the entertainment industry. Famous directors commented that he is the most promising young actor.

He shouldn't have had such an ordinary life.

His eyes should have been bright.