After I was confessed, I was reborn [Entertainment]

Due to the confusion, some people in the restaurant went back to their rooms first.And the rest of the people, either directly or quietly, all cast their eyes on the two people here.

Fu Ran half-kneeled on the ground, helping the boy hold the wound.While pressing it, he raised his head, as if he was saying some comforting words to the boy.

His expression was extremely gentle, and his eyes softened into puddles of water, as if he was afraid of scaring the other party.

Many people who knew Fu Ran before had a doubt in their hearts.

——Is that really Fu Ran?

Fu Ran usually smiles at everyone, but in fact he keeps people away thousands of miles away.Anyone who has been with him knows that he looks gentle and stable, but in fact he is cold and arrogant, he doesn't like socializing very much, and he doesn't give anyone face.

What kind of person can make such Fu Ran half-kneeling to apply medicine and still show that expression?

Several people even raised their mobile phones and took pictures of this rare scene.

Not long after, the ambulance came.Cen Nian's wound needed stitches, and Fu Ran followed him until he entered the operating room.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Fu Ran looked deeply at Cen Nian and said.

But Cen Nian smiled at him and shook his head: "Senior, I'm really not afraid, don't worry."

He is very good.

A good boy is one who doesn't cry, make noise, or annoy others when he's hurt.Only good children deserve to be loved by others.

He could not care about what most people think of him, but he couldn't care less about Fu Ran's opinion.

However, hearing what he said, Fu Ran frowned again, as if he was not very happy.

But... why?Why is Fu Ran unhappy?

Cen Nian didn't think about it until the drowsiness caused by the anesthetic climbed into his brain.

He fell asleep.

When Cen Nian woke up again, the operation had already been done, and Fang Lili moved a stool and sat beside him, peeling fruit.

He looked around.

Fang Lili seemed to read his inner thoughts, she hesitated, and said, "Film Emperor Fu has something to do, so let's go first."

Cen Nian was silent for a while, then nodded.

That's right, Fu Ran is so busy, with so many things to do, and they've only known each other for two weeks...

He thought of many excuses, but the loss in his heart never faded.

At this time, his scratched hand had already been cast in plaster, but fortunately it was his left hand that was injured.

He asked Fang Lili for a mobile phone, and wanted to see what was going on online.

Fang Lili handed him the phone, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wu Duanyang has been arrested, and Brother Wang also sent you a statement and a lawyer's letter, but..."

Some people still don't believe it.

Just as Fu Ran once guessed, a group of conspiracy theorists and Internet thugs are still barking their teeth and claws, turning a blind eye to the truth that is on the surface.When the results of the drug test came out, they grabbed the 'unspoken rules' and '□□' and attacked frantically, insisting that Cen Nian was a person who relied on unspoken rules to get ahead.

Cen Nian nodded, not surprised by the result.

He opened Weibo.

The network is a bit stuck, and the opening page has been stagnant for a long time, and finally it is displayed.

He looked at the headlines of "Hot" on Weibo, and his expression went blank for a moment.

Cen Nian thought about it, quit Weibo, and turned off his phone. Two minutes later, he turned on the phone again and opened Weibo.

The headlines of 'Hot' did not change, and in just 2 minutes, the number of retweets increased by several thousand.

Cen Nian: "..."

Fang Lili looked at his expression and felt strange.

"Brother Nian?" She was extremely puzzled, and opened her own Weibo.

Seeing this, she was also stunned.

It was a Weibo post by Fu Ran. It was posted 15 minutes ago, and it has already climbed to the top three most searched.

"Fu Ran V:

Let me introduce, this is my benefactor @普年V. [picture]"

The photos he posted were taken by passers-by at the restaurant.Fu Ran half-kneeled, holding Cen Nian's hand.

The photo is not clear, but it is enough to see the faces of the two people clearly.

Fu Ran's expression was extremely gentle, with a bit of distress and helplessness.

Some netizens compared this photo with previous photos that slandered Cen Nian's unspoken rules.The same half-kneeling, the same holding hands, someone even found out the photos taken by a certain screenwriter when he visited Fu Ran’s house a year ago, and found that the interior layout of the background was exactly the same, even the ones hanging on the wall and written by Fu Ran himself The brush characters are all the same.

More importantly, someone on the Internet broke the news anonymously that the chairman of the 'hidden rule' Cen Nian had settled abroad a year ago, apparently to avoid drug inspections, and had no entry record for this year.At the same time, the blogger who broke the news also posted a lot of evidence and hammers, which are not fake.

——Public opinion is gradually turning.

Because of his strength, Fu Ran was already very popular.And he helped Cen Nian fight back in this way of ridicule, which not only attracted a wave of fans, but also caused many passers-by who were watching to jump into the water.

Moreover, the fighting power of Fu Ran's fans is not low, and soon, the battle situation began to gradually reverse.

Everyone looked at the two pictures and fell into deep thought.

The angle is ambiguous, the expression is indulgent, and the posture is foul.

So, this...isn't an unspoken rule?

Is it just the fun between husband and wife? ? !

A suburb of City B.

The Wei family has a family motto that children and grandchildren need to go back to the ancestral home in the countryside for a week every three months, cut off the Internet and most electronic devices, and meditate and reflect.

Wei Yan always scoffed at this, thinking it was a kind of unnecessary formalism, but every day, he was escorted by his parents to the ancestral house to collect his mobile phone and computer, leaving him only an old man's phone with a blue screen.

This afternoon, Wei Yan asked the chicken farm next door to borrow a motorcycle and drove to the edge of the market.The elderly phone flickered, and a signal slowly popped up in the upper right corner.

He pressed a string of numbers with difficulty and dialed.

"Sorry, the person you dialed has switched off, please try again later."

Wei Yan frowned, and dialed again, but it still showed that the phone was turned off.

He stared blankly at the hawkers in the town, and suddenly, his phone vibrated.

He answered the phone almost immediately.

However, the dialer was not who he thought.

"Wei Yan, it's me, Lao Li." It was a high school classmate of Wei Yan.

"Oh." Wei Yan lost interest.

"Remember? We used to sit at the front and back tables," Lao Li said cheerfully, as if he didn't care at all, "I didn't go to college, but opened a photography studio."

"Well, what happened?"

"I'm not opening a new store, I want to give some discounts to my old classmates—"

Wei Yan gave a 'tsk': "Don't talk about this, you are not so kind."

"Okay, I want to ask Cen Nian to take two photos for our studio, but I can't get in touch with him. Isn't he very famous recently?"

"Him?" Wei Yan frowned, "His movie hasn't finished yet, why is he famous?"

"This..." Lao Li thought he was joking.The matter of Cen Nian is raging now, how could Wei Yan not know about it?

"Anyway," Lao Li said, "I would like to invite him to take two promotional photos."

"what type is it?"

"This..." Lao Li was ambiguous, "It's better for him and a beautiful woman."

"Beauty?!"

Lao Li was shaken fiercely by him, and quickly said: "Beautiful, beautiful men are also fine."

After all, same-sex marriage has been legal for more than half a year now, and same-sex wedding photos... can be regarded as a selling point.Lao Li thought for a long time, but he still didn't dare to tell Wei Yan the fact that he opened a wedding photography shop.

"Then it's me." Wei Yan said involuntarily.

"..."

"The signal is not good, I'll hang up first."

"..."

What Lao Li wants to open is a more unique and ceremonial wedding photography home. It hasn't started business yet, but he plans to send paper letters to every new couple, with some words written on it, "Join the eyebrows with one heart, hold on Hands never change' and the like.

He looked at the envelope in his hand, hesitated for a moment, wrote down the names of 'Cen Nian, Wei Yan' in the 'Newcomer' column, and handed it to his own errand to deliver the letter.

"It should be all right, let's go through a process and experiment," he comforted himself, "no one reads the mailbox now, maybe Cen Nian won't be able to see it. Besides, even if he did, he probably wouldn't think too much about it .”

Cen Nian really didn't know how to read mailboxes.

But at this time, Lao Li didn't know that the errand runner he hired was unreliable, and the letter that should have been sent to the '1802' mailbox was mistakenly dropped into the '1801' mailbox.

Unfortunately, the residents of 1801 have the habit of subscribing to paper newspapers.When he was not filming, he would check the mailbox every day and pick up today's newspaper.

But that's all for the future.

Detention center.

Wu Duanyang hugged his knees in disgrace and sat in the corner.

Even in this situation, his eyes are still distorted with jealousy.

"Damn it, why didn't that bitch die?" He murmured, "If, if I had cut it more accurately, he would have died..."

He thought for a moment, then a possibility suddenly occurred to him, and a flicker of madness flashed across his face.

"No, no—there's still a chance."

He's got a lawyer, he's out on bail, and he hasn't really done anything—

and……

"Mr. Li," Wu Duanyang said to himself as if he regained his confidence in an instant, "Mr. Li will not abandon me, and I still have value."

"After I go out," he smiled coldly, "I want that bitch to die."

Suddenly, there was a sound from the iron gate.

Wu Duanyang was taken aback for a moment, and followed the prestige.

His eyes widened a little bit, and there was a flash of surprise: "Fu Ran..."

Fu Ran smiled gently and nodded at him: "Hello."

Fu Ran chatted with the young man in police uniform behind him. The two seemed to know each other very well. The young man smiled and patted Fu Ran on the shoulder, closed the door and went out.

"Fu Ran..." Wu Duanyang scrambled to his feet. He looked at Fu Ran expectantly, and he didn't know where the confidence came from. "You came to see me? I was wronged."

Fu Ran smiled lightly and did not answer.

Seeing him like this, Wu Duanyang thought that Fu Ran had acquiesced. He even thought that Fu Ran's smile was silently encouraging him to continue talking.Wu Duanyang was surprised and happy, his face was a little distorted, he asked tremblingly:

"You were forced to act with Cen Nian, right?!"

Before Fu Ran could answer, he smiled distortedly and said:

"I know, I know everything, you must be forced... Hehe, it's okay, this bitch Cen Nian won't be around for long. I really hate him, he was such a scum, I couldn't kill him just now— "

In the next second, his words froze.

A knife as thin as a cicada's wing lay across his throat.The blade was sharp, reflecting the pale light in the interrogation room.

Fu Ran was still smiling.

He was even very calm.

He brought a knife, he found an excellent reason, he calculated every detail clearly.

——It wasn't a sudden impulse, he really wanted to kill Wu Duanyang.

The threat of death was like a tide, flooding Wu Duanyang's mouth and nose in an instant.

He shook like a sieve, looked at Fu Ran in horror, tearing up, unable to utter a word.Two seconds later, in this excess of fear, he was incontinent.

"Help, help..." Wu Duanyang tried his best, but he could only make a few mosquito-like screams.

There was a smile on Fu Ran's face, and his expression seemed to be discussing cooperation with someone or chatting with others, but his eyes were cold.When he looked at Wu Duanyang, it was as if he was looking at a dead man.

"You, if you kill me, your future will be ruined!"

Wu Duanyang was so frightened that he tried to negotiate with Fu Ran.

Hearing this, Fu Ran seemed to have heard something very interesting.There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and he smiled and whispered:

"Then it will be ruined."

Wu Duanyang looked at Fu Ran's expression and found that Fu Ran was serious.

—he really doesn't care.

Wu Duanyang's face turned pale with despair, his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't speak a word.

Fu Ran looked at Wu Duanyang, and after a while, he asked softly:

"You want to live?"

Hearing his question, Wu Duanyang thought that there was still room for change. A glint of hope flashed in his eyes, he looked at Fu Ran pleadingly, and nodded desperately.

Fu Ran was silent.

Just when Wu Duanyang was lucky and thought he could escape, Fu Ran sneered.

He whispered word by word:

"You do not deserve."