stay away from me [entertainment circle]

Seeing Jiang Jianxing took two steps back with a face of resistance, Fu Sui's expression gradually turned cold, and he moved away from the door and said coldly, "Go to sleep."

After speaking, he took a notebook from the suitcase and sat down in front of the desk.

Obviously not going to sleep.

Jiang Jianxing watched him take out the pen with the ice cream cap from his coat pocket, and felt his own pocket belatedly.

The card is still there.

He forgot to fill in the card.

The pen is still on Fu.

The room was quiet.

Jiang Jianxing was wrapped in a quilt and his hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't feel it, but he didn't feel sleepy with his eyes closed.

He could hear the sound of Fu Sui's pen tip slicing across the paper when he was writing, sometimes it was two quick strokes and sometimes he was writing normally.

same as before.

Fu Sui likes to write songs at night. Those who like to create are different from others, and they only get inspiration at night.

The difference from before was that Jiang Jianxing always liked to make trouble before, and Fu Suina had no choice but to hug him.

But now he carefully turned his back to Fu Sui and curled himself up under the quilt.

The next morning, Jiang Jianxing was awakened by the sound of the door opening.

He has not been able to fall asleep naturally for a long time without relying on drugs. Last night, his mind was in a mess, and he fell asleep like this after a long time. Even if he slept for a short time, he could still feel peaceful. Different comfort.

Covered with a quilt and a down jacket, it was rare for her feet to be hot.

Also, he didn't take off anything except his down jacket.

"The stars are awake!"

It was the female staff member who came with them last night and the body camera last night.

Jiang Jianxing didn't get angry, and covered his face when the camera hit him: "Wait a minute! I haven't washed my face yet! I haven't brushed my teeth! I haven't put on makeup!"

He pretended to get under the quilt while talking, "The most important thing for a boy is his face!"

The female staff member was amused by him: "Then get up quickly, Mr. Fu has already gone to gather."

Jiang Jianxing got out of the quilt to take a look.

All of Fu Sui's belongings in the room were gone.

The residence arranged by the program group is a yard with a white cement wall. Outside the wall is a row of trees that have lost their leaves after winter. Two red lanterns are hung on each tree next to the door, which seems to be full of joy.

There is a river next to the courtyard, it is clean and clear, its head cannot be seen, and it does not know where it leads to.

The air in the morning was humid and natural, even though it was cold, it made people feel happy. Jiang Jianxing squinted his eyes and pushed open the gate of the yard.

"Xiao Jiang is here."

The yard is another world. There are piles of boxes and vegetables on the ground in the central courtyard, a wooden house with cooking smoke, and a small two-story building.

The speaker was one of the guests, Lan Dai, who once won the Best Actress and retired from the film and television industry because of her marriage. This program is also the first program she recorded after her comeback.

"Come quickly, it's just right, breakfast is here, what is Xiao Jiang's taboo? Sweet tofu nao or salty tofu nao?" Lan Dai's husband, Ke Mingxu, a well-known domestic director, was preparing breakfast with Lan Dai. He was older than Lan Dai Ten years old, this time he accompanied his wife to record the comeback show, which can be regarded as giving the program group a lot of enthusiasm.

Fortunately, Li Hetong showed Jiang Jianxing the introduction of the guest before coming.

Ke Mingxu poked half of his head out from the kitchen door, wearing a white shirt with a T-shirt underneath, not only not afraid of the cold, but also ageless.

Jiang Jianxing looked at the down jacket that was still wrapped in him with some shame, and said shyly, "I want sweet tofu nao, can I add some raisins?"

Lan Dai slapped Ke Mingxu: "There is no tofu nao, don't listen to his nonsense, the program team bought buns in the town, and also made porridge. If you want to eat sweet, do you want to add some sugar?"

Of course Jiang Jianxing knew that when he came in, he could smell the aroma of porridge and buns, and he had already rushed to the kitchen while he was talking.

Ke Mingxu's well-timed joke eased the unfamiliarity of the first meeting.

Jiang Jianxing still didn't dare to add sugar. Although he is not fat, but after eating the ice cream full of industrial saccharin last time, he developed two pimples on his back, which took several days to disappear.

He ordered a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, and squatted in the yard to eat. Just after eating, Lan Dai came out with another bowl of porridge.

"Little Fu is back."

As soon as Lan Dai finished speaking, Jiang Jianxing looked up and saw Fu Sui pushing open the door and walking in.

He should have gone for a run, changed into black sportswear, his forehead was slightly wet, his chest was heaving, maybe he noticed his gaze, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Jianxing, and then quickly looked away.

Suddenly, Jiang Jianxing suddenly felt a breath of life.

Again, his hands and feet were faster than his brain, and when he realized it, Jiang Jianxing had already taken the porridge from Lan Dai's hand, "Teacher Lan, I'll go give it to him."

Give a fart!

How could he be fascinated by seeing Fu Sui's handsome looks just after exercising?

Lan Dai didn't refuse either, she complimented him and went into the kitchen, still whispering something to Ke Mingxu.

Jiang Jianxing had no choice but to bite the bullet and go.

Fu Sui had already entered the small building on the second floor. When Jiang Jianxing entered, he poured a glass of water and was drinking.

As soon as Jiang Jianxing put the porridge on the table in front of him, he wanted to run away, but just as if he was dying for the camera, he pointed the camera at the bowl of porridge and slowly moved it to his face, as if asking if you want to say something order something.

The two cameras were staring at the two of them, Jiang Jianxing naturally couldn't just run away like this, and forced the corners of his lips: "Senior, do you want to put some sugar?"

The two follow-up portraits nodded.

That's what it looks like.

How can there be no interaction at all.

Fu Sui put down his water glass and looked up at him. Jiang Jianxing obviously didn't sleep well last night, his eyes were still bloodshot but he had a fake smile just right on his face.

Fu Sui pointed at the edge of the bowl and looked at him for a while, then asked slowly, "Don't you know?"

Jiang Jianxing's smile froze, and he almost immediately understood what Fu Sui meant.

Of course he knew that Fu Sui didn't like to eat sugar, and he didn't like to eat anything sweet.

Without thinking about how to answer, Fu Sui suddenly put on a cold face and began to sip the porridge.

Looks like he doesn't need an answer either.

Even the two cameras were confused by Fu Sui.

Is it true that Fu Sui is hard to get close to?

Jiang Jianxing breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the kitchen to help Lan Dai and his wife.

It was almost noon, and their fifth guest hadn't woken up yet.

Originally, their task today was to sort out all the couriers and dishes sent by the program group, but because the guest came late, they could only wait for her, but they waited until almost lunch time, and gave her The breakfast left was also cold, and no one came yet.

Everyone has a little temper.

Lan Dai was obviously a little dissatisfied. She glanced at the clock on the wall and told Jiang Jianxing, "Xiao Jiang, go and bring all the vegetables in with Xiao Fu, and don't leave them outside for a while to freeze."

She smiled: "There is my husband in the kitchen, he is a good cook."

Jiang Jianxing inexplicably felt that he had been shown off. When he came out, he saw Fu Sui sitting on a cushion under his buttocks, writing and drawing in a notebook at the door of the second floor. The winter sun cast a shadow behind him.

And the pen in his hand... was still covered with an ice cream pen.

Did Fu Sui forget to bring his pen?

Jiang Jianxing muttered, and suddenly felt that Lan Dai and his wife were here for their honeymoon, and Fu Sui was here to find inspiration for writing songs. Only he came to practice his acting skills in front of the camera, or he had to perform on the spot. He didn't know when he would collapse the kind that got it.

As for the other guest...Meng Xiaoyin, the popular little flower, might also be here to enjoy life.

And this is just the beginning of the first day.

It is impossible to call Fu Sui together.

Jiang Jianxing took off his down jacket and felt the cold wind blowing straight into the sweater. He couldn't help shrinking his neck, and moved the vegetable basket that was messed up with the express box to one side, and his body warmed up after a while.

But a little boring.

"Uncle, isn't there a script for this show?" Jiang Jianxing asked the camera while moving.

The recording has officially started, so the camera can't speak naturally, and can only shake the camera to say no.

It was originally a bold attempt, a slow-paced lifestyle variety show, so what's the point of doing a script?

Jiang Jianxing sighed, "After that, we shouldn't be asked to do rough work anymore, right? You see, Senior Fu Sui's hands are used to write songs, and my hands..." He stopped talking and turned his face from the original fairness to that of Hands that turned red after carrying something turned toward the camera: "Skin and tender meat, where is the material for rough work?"

"It turns red when you touch it a little bit..."

His hands were indeed beautiful, with long thin fingers and rounded nails.

Jiang Jianxing babbled in a low voice and sounded a little coquettish, but the camera almost made him laugh because of his expression of "I'm still working hard even though I'm nagging."

It is said that beautiful people deserve forgiveness for everything they do.

Jiang Jianxing probably also belonged to this type.

When Jiang Jianxing bent down again to carry the fourth basket of vegetables, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him. In front of him was a pair of white sneakers and black trousers. He had seen these sneakers on Fu Xing early in the morning.

Jiang Jianxing's hands trembled, and he suddenly lost his strength. He raised his head and met Fu Sui's indifferent face.

Fu Sui looked down at him, and his eyes fell on his hand that was shaking in front of the camera just now.

The knuckles were pressed with red marks, which were a bit eye-catching.

The words were held back, Jiang Jianxing opened his mouth and said dryly, "I'm not tired at all."

Camera: "..."

Fu Suiheng laughed and said nothing, instead he took something out of his pocket and handed it to him.

Over there, Lan Dai saw that Jiang Jianxing came in three times carrying things, but did not see Fu Suiren. She was suspicious, and looked into the courtyard covered in oily smoke. She smiled and turned to Ke Mingxu and said, "I see Xiaofu is also very kind, and he gave Xiaojiang something back, are those gloves?"

"Oh! That's right! Why did you forget to give Xiao Jiang gloves just now!"

Fu Sui handed Jiang Jianxing thick gloves for work, which turned white after washing.

Jiang Jianxing hesitated for a few seconds, reached out to take it, and whispered, "Thank you."