The movie star's dumb little milk bag

Yuan Qiao cast her eyes on Fu Zhiyan for help, seeing that Fu Zhiyan ignored him, she pulled Fu Zhiyan's arm pitifully.

"What's wrong?" Fu Zhiyan asked knowingly.

Yuan Qiao pointed to the phone, and stammered the answer: "No, it won't be..."

"Okay, I'll explain this to you when I get back," Fu Zhiyan said with a smile, "I'll post the statement at night, but the most important thing now is to find out who posted the photo on the Internet."

Of course, Fu Zhiyan didn't need to worry about this. Although his team was lazy collectively, they made up for it and immediately found out the culprit.

"This photo was originally sent to one of your fan groups. The ID is being checked. She claims to be from Chongshan Village."

It's no secret that Fu Zhiyan came here with the film crew to shoot the scene this time. Wen Xing also uploaded some delicacies from Chongshan Village on Weibo.

As a result, all of Fu Zhiyan's fans moved to Wen Xing's Weibo, and now Wen Xing's Weibo has more fans than some starlets.

Fu Zhiyan immediately thought of the students Zhang Meng had brought back, and decided to ask Wen Xing to ask them later.

The dinner was settled at Uncle Zhang's house. Zhang Meng didn't know if it was on purpose, so he didn't come for dinner.

"Oh, this is also a young actor?" Granny Zhang was full of joy when she saw the extra young boy at the dinner table, "He looks so handsome!"

Yuan Qiao was originally embarrassed to eat here, but when he saw that he was quickly discovered by the master, he was even more embarrassed, and stood up quickly after sitting down.

"Sit down, sit down!" Granny Zhang looked at Yuan Qiao more and more, "This little girl looks like a doll!"

After dinner, Yuan Qiao said that he was going back to the B&B. Uncle Zhang's room was just enough, and there were a lot of mosquitoes at night. Fu Zhiyan was afraid that Yuan Qiao could not sleep well, so he didn't keep him, so he borrowed a car from Uncle Zhang. Bike, send Yuan Qiao back.

"The air here is good, and the villagers get up early," Fu Zhiyan hadn't ridden a bicycle for many years. Yuan Qiao sat behind him, holding his clothes tightly with both hands.

"You are not in good health, you need to exercise more, you know?"

Yuan Qiao didn't listen at all in the back seat. He was quiet for a while, holding Fu Zhiyan's clothes with one hand, and tentatively raised the other hand to touch the willow branch on his head.

Gradually, Yuan Qiao became more and more courageous, and he also tremblingly pulled the willow branches that were a little further away.

Fu Zhiyan sensed the dishonest movement of the kid behind him, so he deliberately shook the handlebar, scaring Yuan Qiao to do it right away, and hugged Fu Zhiyan's waist with both arms.

Fu Zhiyan felt hot and dry in his lower abdomen, and quickly distracted himself.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, let's go for a morning run together, okay?"

Yuan Qiao didn't want to, so she wrinkled her face and pretended not to hear.

"Huh? Okay?" Fu Zhiyan looked back at Yuan Qiao.

Yuan Qiao had no choice but to answer in a low voice, "No!"

Fu Zhiyan smiled silently and didn't say anything else. When he reached the door of the hotel, he stretched his long legs and parked the car directly at the door. Yuan Qiao jumped out of the car carefully, fearing that Fu Zhiyan would get angry, so he observed his expression.

"Really not going? I'll exercise with you, otherwise you'll get sick often, and I'll be worried." Fu Zhiyan tried to persuade him.