Hi wife!

In fact, Han Zhi didn't really leave by plane. She didn't have any hometown to go to, but it was just to match the setting of the program group. When she left Fu Xia's house, the filming of the program was over.

Director Xu was very attentive and planned to invite Han Zhi to dinner, but Han Zhi refused with a light smile. When she got out of the elevator, she saw a Rolls Royce parked at the door, and a man in a black suit next to her. When she saw Han Zhi Then Xiao ran over to help her open the car door.

"Mr. Han," the man asked after getting into the car, "Shall we go back to the villa now?"

Han Zhi looked at the staff running around outside through the anti-peeping glass, and said lightly, "Let's go to the company first."

The Rolls-Royce drove into the traffic, and Han Zhi took advantage of the time on the road to turn on the phone, looked at a dozen missed calls and more than 20 messages on it, paused for a moment, and clicked on those messages.

Fang Chushi: [Sister, I cried all night, my eyes are swollen, look]

Fang Chushi: [picture]

Fang Chushi: [Sister, why did you suddenly break up with me?Is it because I didn't stink Fu Xia? 】

Fang Chushi: [But I have sent all the black material you gave me to the marketing account, and those hot searches have been on the market for several days, haven't they?]

Fang Chushi: [Fu Xia is a piece of mud, she already stinks, it's useless to smear her, it's really not that I didn't do it]

This is the message that Fang Chushi sent her this morning. Han Zhi scrolled down and saw the message he sent to herself.

Fang Chushi: [Han Zhi, I've been with you for half a year and I'm sorry for you, you just kicked me like this, aren't you afraid that I'll tell your husband? 】

Fang Chushi: [Our first acquaintance is not easy to provoke, don't think that a male lead of a web drama can get rid of me, that's not what I want! 】

I checked the time, it was posted ten minutes ago.

Han Zhi leaned on the car window with her elbows, stroked the corners of her lips with her slender fingers, picked up the corner of her lips, picked up the phone, and said to the phone, "Come to the company to find me today, I just happen to have something to talk to You have a good talk."

Fang Chushi replied almost as soon as he received this voice: "Okay, can I go there now?"

The driver in the black suit couldn't help but take a look in the rearview mirror, and Han Zhi also raised his head to meet his eyes. The driver's eyes were obviously flustered, and he hurriedly looked ahead and continued driving.Han Zhi still stared at the rearview mirror, and slowly said to the phone: "Yes, come here."

***

Zhou Wen, as Fu Xia's assistant, naturally accompanied her at home and waited for the staff to remove all the things before completely relaxing.

"I will follow the edited program, and there will be no leaking of your information," Zhou Wen said to Fu Xia, "What are your plans for this period of time? Do you want to go abroad for fun?"

Fu Xia shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm tired of playing abroad. I want to stay at home this year. It will be the New Year soon. I don't want to go out every year."

Zhou Wen knew Fu Xia's difficulties. Back then, because Fu Xia wanted to take the black and red route, the brokerage company thought it would be good to be ignorant. After all, it is impossible for the acting school to take this road, so the courses arranged for Fu Xia She has always been trained in body beauty and temperament, and she has learned it very well.

In fact, Fu Xia is not stupid. She learns things very quickly, but it is easy to forget after learning. If you don't practice hard, you will forget everything in a month or so.

"What are your plans for this year?" Zhou Wen looked at Fu Xia with her chest in her arms, and said, "Why don't you celebrate the Spring Festival with me, anyway, my house is deserted, and it will be more lively when you come."

"It's okay," Fu Xia said, "I'm going to join in the fun with your family during the festival. It's good to let me stay alone as usual, and I do have arrangements recently."

"Why don't I know you have arrangements?" Zhou Wen looked at Fu Xia and said, "Did you promise someone else something indiscriminately?"

It's not that this kind of thing has never happened before, so Zhou Wen paid special attention to it. Fu Xia was stared at by her uncomfortably, and couldn't help but said, "I'm going to...do a beauty treatment in November."

Fu Xia seemed to have convinced herself, nodded and said: "Yes, November 15th, I'm going to do medical beauty, exfoliate myself and replenish water. That one, there’s nothing wrong with it, don’t I do all my exfoliation there.”

Zhou Wen didn't believe it, and looked at her with half-closed eyes: "Are you serious? I called and asked."

Fu Xia was so scared that his hair exploded, and he said with a dry smile: "Don't treat me like this, I really had something to do that day, it was not arranged randomly, and you just relax when I don't have a job, so don't stare at me so much Tight."

Zhou Wen sighed and shook her head, "Okay, I'll leave you some space, but you have to promise me not to go to places that are messy or crowded. You are an entertainer, so don't mess around, or I will find out. A plane dropped you off in England to feed the pigeons, understand?"

Faced with Zhou Wen's 'threat', Fu Xia naturally agreed with all his heart, and only sent him away after talking about it.

When the busy day was over, it was already the day when the sun went down. When Cheng Wanyu came back, he saw the light in his room was on, and turned to look at Fu Xia's door, which was closed tightly.

Cheng Wanyu listened to the faint sound of the TV from inside, couldn't help but smile with the corners of his lips curled up, put the key back in his bag, and opened the door.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a certain music channel playing on the TV that occupied half of the wall at home. Fu Xia was curled up on the sofa, holding a splayed melon seed in his arms. The fat cat was probably sleepy, and his head drooped directly On the sofa, sleeping in a very weird posture, Fu Xia turned his head when he heard the sound of the door opening, and Cheng Cheng Wanyu waved happily.

If it weren't for the dried sweet potato in his hand, Cheng Wanyu believes that this must be a very warm scene.

"You're back," Fu Xia hugged the melon seeds in her arms, got up and walked over to her and said, "Here for your cat."

Cheng Wanyu put down the things, took the little fat man casually, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you at my house?"

Fu Xia smiled and said, "Of course I'm making dinner for my good teacher."

She leaned over and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Cheng Wanyu saw Fu Xia approaching suddenly, and smelled the sweet orange scent on her body. It was the smell of Fu Xia's usual shower gel. It was sweet and delicious. Cheng Wanyu's eyes darkened for a moment, and then slowly Said: "Haven't eaten yet, what have you done?"

Guazi probably didn't like the two of them talking so close, so she struggled to jump out of Cheng Wanyu's arms, found a warm place on the sofa, curled up and fell asleep.

Fu Xia gnawed on the dried sweet potatoes and said, "Potato shreds, twice-cooked pork, fried shrimp, you have taught me these few dishes, and I don't know the rest."

Cheng Wanyu went to the kitchen and took a look. The three dishes and a bowl of fragrant chicken soup seemed a little bit like home.

You must know that over the years Cheng Wanyu has rarely cooked a table of meals waiting for him to go home, more of them are entertaining with wine, or cooking a bowl of noodles by himself to make do with food. It's over.

In the middle of the night, the outside of the house is dark, and the inside of the house is also deserted. Cheng Wanyu has experienced too many such days, and she believes that Fu Xia is the same.

Cheng Wanyu glanced at Fu Xia, and couldn't help saying, "Thank you."

"I haven't thanked you yet," Fu Xia took out a dried sweet potato from his pocket and gave it to Cheng Wanyu, saying, "If you hadn't helped me, the program crew would have had to record how I fried the kitchen."

Cheng Wanyu took the sweet potato stick, looked at the two obvious orange floating hairs on it, and subconsciously glanced at Fu Xia's clothes, only to see that her white baseball uniform seemed to be covered with cat hairs of melon seeds , one by one, especially on the stomach, there are many.

Fu Xia didn't seem to know it, and still took out sweet potato sticks from his pocket and gnawed, "Let's eat, what are you doing in a daze?"

Cheng Wanyu snatched the sweet potato strips from her mouth, threw them into the trash can beside her, and then ordered Fu Xia: "Take off your clothes."

Fu Xia: "?"

What is this?

After Cheng Wanyu asked Fu Xia to take off her coat, she found two floating hairs on her sweater, but Fu Xia's sweater was black, so she saw it herself this time.

Fu Xia tugged at his clothes in surprise and said, "This is Mao."

Cheng Wanyu looked back at Guazi, who was soundly asleep, and said, "I'm going to get the hair sticking device, you wait for me here for a while."

"Oh." Fu Xia plucked the hair on her body, then thought of something, went to the sofa and knelt down in front of Guazi, raised its chubby face, stretched out her hand to pinch it, and then went out!

A few white and orange hairs appeared in her hands.

Guazi opened one eye and looked at the hair in Fu Xia's hand. No matter how familiar it looked, she couldn't help but poked her head over and smelled it.

Fu Xia couldn't help laughing, and after throwing the hair into the trash can, he plucked it again. This time, Guazi finally knew that it was the hair plucked from its body, and was ready to leave after cursing, but just jumped off the sofa , and saw a pair of blue plush slippers appearing in front of it.

Guazi raised her head and looked at Cheng Wanyu: "Meow—"

Cheng Wanyu scooped up the cat with one hand, and said with the hair gluer in the other hand, "I'll stick melon seeds, and you stick yourself."

Fu Xia looked at the melon seeds who were struggling to be taken away, not to mention smiling happily.

After Cheng Wanyu licked the melon seeds, she went to the cat's litter and rolled them twice with a lint stick. Fu Xia glued herself twice, and then glued the sofa once and quit. He threw the utensils on the coffee table, but suddenly saw something familiar in the tea table drawer with a crack in it.

Fu Xia leaned over and opened the drawer, and what caught his eye were two identical concert tickets.

It was the same as the concert photographed by Fu Xia Yisan, except that she looked at the seat numbers above and knew that these were the best rows of seats in the whole concert.

Looking at the ticket, Fu Xia couldn't help but glance at Cheng Wanyu who was still busy, guessing who it was for.

The author has something to say: the hairy children in autumn will turn into dandelions, the moulting season is so painful