stay away from me [entertainment circle]

After the recording of the program officially ended, everyone was not as sad as imagined.

Because the program group, which has never been very generous, spent money to invite everyone to dinner.

Naturally no one refused.

After all, this is the last chance to get together.

The program group booked a big hotel closest to the town, and it took more than an hour to drive there.

There are a lot of adults here, and when getting out of the car, everyone is covering up for fear of being seen by some fans.

Fortunately, no.

After entering the restaurant, I felt much more relaxed.

After the show, Ke Mingxu obviously had a lot of things to discuss with Fu Sui, and Jiang Jianxing followed behind them, vaguely hearing words like "I'm getting ready" and "I'll start auditioning this month".

Probably the movie that Ke Mingxu mentioned before.

Fu Sui wrote him the theme song.

Lan Dai and Meng Xiaoyin were walking on the left side of Jiang Jianxing, and they probably also heard this, and said in a low voice, "They said they were going to go to the mountains to shoot, but they planned to postpone it."

As Lan Dai said, she glanced at her stomach.

Meng Xiaoyin noticed her eyes and understood.

Lan Dai came to this show originally for her comeback. Meng Xiaoyin has a wide network of contacts. I heard that Lan Dai had even arranged a new job before, but I heard that she was turned down a few days ago.

For what else.

"Xiao Jiang." Jiang Jianxing was in a daze when Ke Mingxu suddenly turned around and called him, "I heard you are going to change companies?"

This kind of thing was not a secret in the circle, but Jiang Jianxing himself was not a very famous person, so he was quite surprised that Ke Mingxu knew about it.

Ke Mingxu guessed what he was thinking, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fu Sui, "The company you used to have was indeed a bit restrictive, and your face is quite suitable for the screen."

Ke Mingxu is a great director, he is used to seeing all kinds of stars, and he often does casting by himself.

It was hard for Ke Mingxu to say when we first met, but now that we are familiar with each other, he can speak bluntly.

Although Jiang Jianxing is beautiful, he is neither gaudy nor effeminate. If he had not been covered with white hair all day long, oh no, the last time I saw him with black hair, he would have looked much better, clean and pure, and his eyes Also pure.

Jiang Jianxing was flattered by Ke Mingxu's praise, and before he had time to say anything, Ke Mingxu raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "I suddenly remembered, is Xiao Jiang interested in making movies?"

"Teacher Ke." Fu Sui's deep voice interrupted Ke Mingxu's words.

Fu Sui stood directly in front of Jiang Jianxing and turned sideways. He was at the right angle to talk to Ke Mingxu, but it seemed to be in the middle of the two of them.

Ke Mingxu sighed and came to his senses.

There are still staff members of the program group around here, so it's not good to talk about it.

The topic was brought up in a timely manner.

But Jiang Jianxing always felt that Fu Sui glanced at his shoulder, and seemed to hit him when he turned around just now.

The box is very lively, the food in this restaurant is not good, but the main purpose of everyone is not to eat, but to drink.

The chief director of the program group wobbled and stood on a chair holding a glass of wine. Without the loudspeaker that he used to call them, his voice was still loud: "Today, I am here to offer a toast to everyone! Thank you all for being willing to come and participate in our ideal life!"

I've been drinking a lot just now, and I'm obviously a little drunk.

The other staff immediately hugged him down the waist, for fear that he would accidentally fall off the chair.

Jiang Jianxing's table was not very quiet either.

Meng Xiaoyin was playing finger-guessing with the female staff of the film crew. Whoever lost would drink. It was impossible to tell that although she was white and thin, she could drink very well. She didn't look good after drinking so much, and she didn't want to get drunk at all. look.

Jiang Jianxing had just been toasted for a round of wine. He had a bad stomach because he was going to stay in the hotel next door at night, so he didn't bring any medicine for fear of having an upset stomach, so he just sat there quietly and ate the food in front of him to fill his stomach. The taste was not very good, he ate absent-mindedly, watching Meng Xiaoyin play while eating.

Also laugh a few times from time to time.

As he watched, a hand rested on his elbow.

Fingers tapped his elbow twice.

Only then did the owner of the hand speak: "Do you want to play?"

Jiang Jianxing hasn't reacted yet.

Fu Suigang also drank, even more than he did, because the people toasting Fu Suigang took one cup after another.

He didn't show his face at all when he drank. If it wasn't for the strong smell of alcohol on his body, he wouldn't be able to tell that he had drunk at all.

"Don't drink, change your bet." Fu Sui spoke a little slower than usual, but his eyes were fixed on Jiang Jianxing, and he could even see Jiang Jianxing's reflection in his eyes.

Jiang Jianxing's ears felt hot when he watched him, and he subconsciously looked around.

Everyone played and drank separately, and the two of them were located in the inside, so no one paid attention to them.

Jiang Jianxing said, and became a little interested, "What are you betting on?"

Although it sounds a bit naive - but it seems that it is not impossible.

Fu Sui didn't seem like a person who could play this kind of guessing game before. Jiang Jianxing even thought that a person like him should not know how to drink.

When he first fell in love with Fu Sui in high school, Jiang Jianxing was actually a little uncomfortable with Fu Sui's personal habits.

He doesn't eat junk food, desserts, roadside stalls, or even drinks.

When I asked him, he said that dancers need to keep fit and can't eat anything, not to mention that he has to protect his throat, and he can't touch any strong food.

It was different later on, Jiang Jianxing liked those things, but sometimes he would stop eating them and just stuff them into Fu Sui's mouth.

Fu Sui resisted at first, but later obeyed.

Probably because I found that even if I eat, my figure will not lose shape, and I still have abdominal muscles and a narrow waist.

But Jiang Jianxing was still thinking about it, and every time he finished digesting his leftover junk food, he would feed him a throat lozenge.

"I lost—" Fu Sui paused, glanced at the dining table, "Just peel a shrimp for the other party."

Jiang Jianxing: "?"

As expected of you.

But much better than drinking.

Jiang Jianxing wiped his clothes with his palm, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Fu Sui still looked at him with the same expression just now, but without the usual indifference towards others.

As if his alienation wasn't working on him.

"Fist!" Jiang Jianxing took out the scissors.

Fu Sui came out with cloth.

Jiang Jianxing raised his eyebrows, "Voice-activated games."

Fu Sui stared at him for a while, then took the plate of untouched shrimp to him.

His fingers are beautiful, and his movements of peeling shrimp are fast and beautiful, as if he usually does this kind of thing often.

It doesn't feel dirty at all.

Within half a minute, the peeled shrimp went into Jiang Jianxing's bowl.

Jiang Jianxing ate it proudly.

Fu Sui wiped his hands slowly with a wet tissue, and didn't mind the trouble.

The second round - Jiang Jianxing did the same.

"Boo!" He threw out his fist.

Fu Sui took out the scissors.

Jiang gradually enjoyed himself.

Does Fu Sui not know how to play such a simple rock-paper-scissors game?

In the next few rounds, half of the plate of shrimp disappeared, and the shells of the shrimp in front of Fu Sui piled up, as did the wet paper towels.

"What are you two doing?" The female staff member who kept losing in boxing games with Meng Xiaoyin felt dizzy and looked over to Jiang Jianxing and the others with her chin propped on one hand, but it was a pity that she couldn't see clearly because of the fog in front of her eyes.

Meng Xiaoyin groaned.

What else can you do, play with the children.

Fu Sui's punching speed was slow enough for them to play two rounds.

But the two of them were having a great time.

"It can't be done, we're going to finish eating." Jiang Jianxing also felt that something was wrong.

Why did Fu Sui keep losing?

If you lose, there is only one shrimp left on the plate.

But the feeling of winning is quite good, but I am a little tired of eating.

Fu Sui hummed, "That's the last round."

Jiang Jianxing was gearing up, "Scissors!"

Then came the cloth.

The next second, Fu Sui took out the scissors.

Jiang Jianxing: "?"

Why didn't you let it go to the last game?

Fu Sui raised his chin and pushed the plate in front of him, "Peel it off."

Jiang Jianxing hated doing this kind of thing the most, otherwise he wouldn't like to eat shrimp but would not do it.

Although he doesn't have a clean freak, getting his hands dirty is really annoying and troublesome.

When I was in high school, I went out to eat with Fu Sui a few times. At first, he was very reserved and peeled the shrimp by himself.

But peeling and peeling impatient.

Then the person in charge became Fu Sui.

Jiang Jianxing said oh.

He was not as proficient as Fu Sui's movements. He removed the shrimp shells little by little, and just raised his hand, wanting to put it into Fu Sui's bowl.

There was warm, alcohol-smelling breath at hand.

Fingers wrapped in moisture/heat.

Fu Sui ate the shrimp directly from his hand.

When evacuating—the tip of his tongue seemed to have brushed against his fingertips.

Jiang Jianxing's flushed face became even hotter after drinking.

The author has something to say: Fu Sui: Do you think I am drunk?