I, the emperor, aspired to the top of the entertainment industry

In the dead of night, Fu's mansion.

Fu Chen woke up from the dream.In the dream, he was sitting under the flower tree, and a young man in fine clothes was walking towards him vaguely.

He sat up from the bed, put his hands in his hair, and there was thin sweat between his cold brows and eyes.He has always had a strict schedule, but since he met Xie Mingzhou, his dreams have become more and more frequent, and there are still several repeated dreams.

He couldn't fully remember the content of the dream, but there was always a fiery red phoenix flower tree in the dream - in history, the place where Emperor Ming died was also the place where he first met Xie Mingzhou.

Fu Chengu turned on the wall lamp, and the silent room lit up.He glanced at the jade pendants and wood carvings with the same pattern in the box above the bed cabinet, and that bright face floated in his mind again.Obviously they haven't met a few times, but they seem to have known each other.

After a moment of silence, he took out his mobile phone and logged into the V blog account that he seldom used.

The first post on Vbo is a still photo of "The Spring and Autumn Period of the Ming Dynasty". In the still photo, a young man is standing in the flames with a silver gun in his hand, looking heroic.

But he knew that that person was like a peach blossom in private, with an extremely beautiful waistline.

Suddenly blessed to the soul, Fu Chengu uncontrollably clicked a thumbs up.

The next day, the official blog of "Daming Chunqiu" exploded again.

"Fuck! Papa Fu is online! He never uses Weibo."

"Damn it, Dad Fu actually gave Daming Chunqiu a thumbs-up!"

"Daming Chunqiu is his drama!"

"Although it is a drama under the subsidiary company, it is also a subsidiary company of the subsidiary company. Why would you come here to like it in person! Could it be [cover your face with your hands.jpg]"

"Who are you looking for? Shen Yuqiao? Or Xie Mingzhou?"

Xie Mingzhou received news of Fu Chen's death early in the morning, and asked him to visit the antiques of Fu's family.

Xie Mingzhou half-lyed on the sofa in the studio lounge, lazily watching the Taobao live broadcast room, the anchor was selling automatic coffee machines, and remembered after a while: "Xiao Wen, I'll go to Fu's house after dinner."

Wen Tao just made a pot of tea for Xie Mingzhou, brought it to Xie Mingzhou's side, and frowned: "Which Fu's family?"

Xie Mingzhou sat up straight, his shirt cuffs were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his slender and powerful forearms, he reached out to pick up his teacup, and took a sip: "The Fu family you are familiar with, I made an appointment with Fu Chengu to go to his house to look at antiques. Wait, the show is too busy and I don’t have time.”

Wen Tao took off his glasses in shock. When he was leading people under Xie Qianshan, he had only met Boss Fu. His only impression was that he was reticent and oppressive. But how did Xie Mingzhou get to know him well? .

Thinking of Fu Chengu's likes last night, the whole internet is guessing now whether Mr. Fu's intention is for Xie Mingzhou, Shen Yuqiao, or... to enter the entertainment circle.

"Mr. Fu gave us a thumbs up on our stills yesterday." Wen Tao said, "That was the first time Mr. Fu used V blog to give a thumbs up."

Xie Mingzhou raised his eyebrows.

As far as he knows, Fu is always an older person than him, rigid and self-disciplined, never indulging in entertainment.

This is the first time to like it, and it was actually contributed to their crew.

"Now netizens are guessing whether he will be because of you or Shen Yuqiao."

Wen Tao worried, "If you go to Fu's house now, it will inevitably cause..."

Xie Mingzhou put down his teacup unhurriedly, approached him, and answered, "What caused it?"

The flamboyant beauty's face was magnified in front of his eyes, Wen Tao adjusted his glasses to stabilize his mind.

Xie Mingzhou leaned back on the sofa, disapprovingly said: "Since ancient times, there has been a friendship between mountains and rivers. Boss Fu called me just to talk about antiques. You look like a wooden person, why do you always think inside when you are in trouble."

Moreover, this best friend is still cold.

"Thinking inwardly", old Wen Tao blushed.

Brother Xie's words made him even more worried.

At six o'clock in the evening, Xie Mingzhou finished work early and arrived at the door of Fu Chen's old house, half an hour earlier than the agreed time.

Secretary Li opened the car door and said respectfully: "Mr. Xie, you came so early. Mr. Fu has just finished a meeting and is on his way back. You go in and sit in the meeting."

Xie Mingzhou nodded.

Mr. Fu has meetings every weekend, so he is really busy.It has been heard for a long time that Fu Chengu took over the family business at a young age, with a ruthless wrist, very much in the style of him... when he succeeded to the throne when he was young.

But fortunately, in this life, he doesn't have to carry so much pressure, he just needs to live for himself.

Xie Mingzhou walked into the compound of Fu's family, and was shocked for a moment.

In early spring, the phoenix flowers in the yard are full of branches, like a gorgeous fire.

"This is the only flower Mr. Fu likes." Seeing Xie Mingzhou stop, the secretary explained.

Xie Mingzhou looked away thoughtfully, and smiled at the secretary: "Boss Fu has good taste."

Secretary Li looked at Xie Mingzhou's face and sighed inwardly, Boss Fu also has a good eye for people.

Walking into the villa, unlike the European-style arches on the outside, the smooth and classic ceramic floor tiles inside the villa gave him the illusion of dreaming back to the ancient times.

"Mr. Xie, you are sitting on the sofa." Secretary Li asked, "What would you like to drink? There are tea and drinks at home."

"Is there Biluochun?"

Secretary Li paused, nodded, went to the kitchen to brew a pot of Biluochun, and brought it to Xie Mingzhou.

Xie Mingzhou swayed the teacup gracefully, smelling the fragrance of the tea, and slightly squinted his eyes.

It is more precious than Xie Qianshan's pot.

"President Fu attaches great importance to this pot of Dongting Biluochun." Secretary Li laughed.

Mr. Fu himself seldom drinks it and keeps it as a collection, but today Mr. Fu emphasized again and again that he would like to entertain Mr. Xie.

He was a little puzzled, when did he see the indifferent Mr. Fu being so caring about others.

"Mr. Xie, please rest first." Secretary Li bowed respectfully, "Boss Fu will be home in a while."

"En." Xie Mingzhou sipped the tea, looking at the face with bright eyes and red lips in the cup.When he first wore it, the original owner's face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his whole body was thin and tight.But after the company's conditioning during this period, plus his own morning exercises, his weak body has become much healthier.

Not long after Secretary Li left, Xie Mingzhou heard a creaking sound of the door opening.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he turned his head.

The person who entered the door was tall and tall, wearing a black windbreaker and black trousers. He did not wear a mask this time, and his deep-cut face looked a bit like a mixed race.

Fu Yan didn't take a few steps into the door when he caught a glimpse of the familiar figure on the sofa——

The man's posture was lazy, with a vague arrogance, and he was a completely different person from the humble and inferior appearance before.

Fu Yan was a little taken aback, he seldom went back to Fu's house, and unexpectedly bumped into such an unexpected visitor.

If he saw Xie Mingzhou like this in the photo, Fu Yan could still lie to himself that maybe he was acting.But at this moment, he really felt that Xie Mingzhou had really changed.

After leaving him, Xie Mingzhou became dazzling and eye-catching, those amorous peach blossom eyes staring at him excitedly and extremely irritable.

It's like a pet that has always been obedient to me, suddenly out of control.

With four eyes facing each other, Xie Mingzhou looked away indifferently.

This was the first time he collided head-on with Fu Yan.But for what Fu Yan did to the original owner, he didn't care at all, and he didn't even bother to reason.

Seeing that Xie Mingzhou ignored him, Fu Yan frowned and asked, "Why are you at my house?"

Could it be that Xie Mingzhou specially came to him to get back together?

Xie Mingzhou lightly hooked his lips, and put down his teacup leisurely: "I have an appointment with someone."

Fu Yan's unsalty tone made Fu Yan even more displeased. He walked to Xie Mingzhou's side and looked down at the lazy man in front of him.

Looking closer, the facial features are more beautiful than before, and the neck dimple under the open collar is shallow and charming.

No wonder, Li Qingshan, Director Xu, and Xie Qianshan were all willing to make an exception for him.

"Who are you making an appointment with?" Fu Yan asked back, leaning down and supporting Xie Mingzhou with his hands, and watching him closely, "You seem to be different from before."

Fu Yan has a lot of white eyes, coupled with his aggressive looks, he always has a bit of hostility when he focuses on people.But under his own whitewash, this haze turned into an aura of arrogance instead.

But the more he looked, the more confused he became. The legs of the person under him were crossed, and his posture was as elegant as usual, and he didn't show any panic or timidity when he was suppressed.

Xie Mingzhou was never pressed under him before, he was extremely unhappy, he curled his lips, and the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Now you know how to care about me?"

Fu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and even his coquettish tone became more charming.

Xie Mingzhou: "Close your eyes."

Fu Yan was in a trance for a moment.

——Xie Mingzhou used to do this often, to surprise him.

The corner of Fu Yan's mouth twitched, and he closed his eyes complacently.

It seems that Xie Mingzhou still has feelings for him.No matter what excessive things he did, Jian Baohong would come back to him again.

But in the next second, a gust of cold wind blew past.

Fu Yan felt dizzy, and there was a muffled "pop", and he opened his eyes in pain.

But seeing Xie Mingzhou pressing him down with one hand, looking at him with a lofty attitude, he sneered.

"He's quite courageous."

Dare to put me under you.