The movie star's dumb little milk bag

It was originally an unintentional joke, but I didn't expect to get such a serious response from Yuan Qiao.

Yuan Qiao looked at him with big eyes blinking, her eyes didn't dodge at all, she was frank and frank, as if worrying about him was a very normal thing.

The always thick-skinned Actor Fu blushed, coughed lightly and turned his head to look in front of him.

Today Fu Zhiyan came from the set and drove his own sports car. The chassis was too low, and the alley was full of potholes, so he still couldn't get in.

Yuan Qiao was typing on the phone, turned her head to stare at Fu Zhiyan, and passed the phone over after successfully attracting the other's attention.

Yuan Qiao: Thank you, Teacher Fu, just send me here.

Yuan Qiao had no intention of inviting Fu Zhiyan upstairs at all. Fu Zhiyan became oblivious at this moment, clutching his injured arm, and staring at Yuan Qiao silently.

Yuan Qiao was extremely surprised, and looked at Fu Zhiyan with a puzzled expression.One hand was still stretched out in front of Fu Zhiyan, holding up the phone.

"Then I won't go up." Although he didn't intend to let him go up at all, Fu Zhiyan still acted like an extremely gentleman: "My arm just hurts a little, so I'll be fine here alone."

This line is the green tea line of the female number two in Fu Zhiyan's last movie. The director said when he was lecturing the play that the only thing that should be highlighted in this plot is "pretend to be strong". I'm alone, but I just don't need you to accompany me!

Fu Zhiyan scoffed at this kind of drama, and couldn't understand why the screenwriter could write such a mentally handicapped female second. Looking at it now, art really comes from life!

Yuan Qiao looked at Fu Zhiyan blankly, he was too simple, like a fluffy little white rabbit in front of an old fox like Fu Zhiyan who had read thousands of sails.

However, he quickly grasped the key point, realizing that Fu Zhiyan was in pain, the confusion in his eyes turned into worry, he looked at Fu Zhiyan helplessly, and seemed to be silently asking, what should I do.

"It would be great if I could have an ice pack now," Fu Zhiyan hinted, "The doctor said that ice packs would make you feel better sooner."

Yuan Qiao frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head. There was no ice pack at home, so he immediately took out his mobile phone and clicked on the map, looking for a nearby pharmacy.

Fu Zhiyan sighed in his heart, and said directly: "Are you doing anything later? Do you want to go back to school?"

Yuan Qiao shook her head and typed again.

Yuan Qiao: I'm going to deliver food later.

Fu Zhiyan was silent for a while. In order to gain a chance to get in touch with Yuan Qiao alone, he said that Yuan Qiao's battery car was in his trunk.

Just before getting into the car, Yuan Qiao took a few sneaky glances at the rear of his sports car in disbelief, as if he couldn't imagine where he could fit a battery car.

Yuan Qiao looked at Fu Zhiyan expectantly after typing, apparently waiting for Fu Zhiyan to return the battery car to its original owner.

"Sorry Yuan Qiao, the battery car was in the nanny's car that day, and I forgot to pull it over." For the first time in his life, Young Master Fu felt sorry for others, and his voice slowed down a lot: "How about this, to make up for you, today I will accompany you to deliver food, and I will be your driver."

Yuan Qiao was extremely surprised, her mouth was slightly opened, she looked a little dumb, but she was undeniably cute.

He looked at Fu Zhiyan's car, unable to hide his disappointment, but still forced his head up and smiled at Fu Zhiyan.

Yuan Qiao: It's okay, then give it back to me next time.

Fu Zhiyan also knew that his suggestion was inappropriate. After all, he had never seen anyone delivering food in a sports car, not to mention the number plate of his car was a string of 8s, which the reporter had already recognized.

"Otherwise, let me treat you to dinner," Fu Zhiyan asked, "It's getting late now, what do you want to eat?"

Yuan Qiao originally wanted to shake her head and refuse, but seeing Fu Zhiyan's sincerity, she nodded after thinking about it.

Yuan Qiao: I can eat anything, but you are injured, so you should avoid it.

Fu Zhiyan smiled, turned the car around and drove towards the city center.

Duanchu is located in the center of Rongcheng City, surrounded by the most prosperous CBD business district. Just as Fu Zhiyan parked his car at the gate of the courtyard, several security personnel in black suits had already stepped forward, bowed slightly and greeted respectfully: "Young Master Fu. "

Fu Zhiyan nodded and told one of the security personnel: "I'm going to the second floor."

After speaking, he raised the window and drove the car directly into the underground parking lot.

"Get out of the car." Fu Zhiyan looked at Yuan Qiao who was a little astonished, and explained with a smile: "This Duanchu is my father's property, and it is very private. Don't worry, you will never be photographed here."

Only then did Yuan Qiao's tense nerves relax, and he followed Fu Zhiyan out of the car, and took the elevator directly to the second floor.

Although Duanchu is located in the most prosperous area, it is quiet amidst the noise. It is a small pure white building with a large garden outside. It does not look like a restaurant, but a manor.

Yuan Qiao followed Fu Zhiyan and looked curiously at the unique architectural shapes in the hall. What attracted him most was the oil paintings hanging on the walls.

"Young Master Fu, why are you free to come over today?" Hearing that Young Master's house was coming, Xu Sheng, the manager of the kitchen, hurried out and saw the people behind Fu Zhiyan at a glance.

Fu Zhiyan has one foot in the entertainment circle and the other in the second-generation circle. He is tactful and loyal. Although he has a hot temper, he rarely initiates troubles, so he has a lot of friends around him.

He can quickly integrate into various circles, and has a lot of fun, but there are not many people who can really talk to each other. Usually, the only ones who come to cook with him are the young masters of the Si family and the young masters of the Xie family.

"I don't know what to call this young master?" Xu Sheng asked Fu Zhiyan with a smile.

Fu Zhiyan didn't seem to have any intention of answering, so he said directly, "I'm going to live at leisure, and you can bring the menu later."

Xu Sheng was stunned: "Master, don't you need any side dishes today?"

Usually, the young masters come here mainly to get together, and they don't have much desire for what to eat. Basically, Xu Sheng prepares the dishes himself, and they don't choose anything.

"Well," Fu Zhiyan didn't want to say more, "I don't know what he likes."

Greeting Xu Sheng, Fu Zhiyan turned around and found that Yuan Qiao, who had been following closely behind him just now, had gone around to the rest area by himself at some point, and was staring at a group of people with his head up and interested. painting.

"What's wrong?" Fu Zhiyan walked over and stood behind Yuan Qiao: "Like this painting?"

Yuan Qiao's small face was full of energy, and her big eyes were so excited. It was the first time Fu Zhiyan saw such a happy and satisfied smile on someone's face, just like his three-year-old niece.

Yuan Qiao nodded, pointed at the painting on the wall, and typed a long paragraph on the phone.

Yuan Qiao: This painting is the work of the famous French painter Rousfern. Although it is not as famous as his famous work "God's Gift", it is my favorite work.Its color and composition are very…

There were too many words, and the screen of Yuan Qiao's phone was broken into pieces. Fu Zhiyan couldn't see it clearly. He didn't know how to draw, and he didn't know where Fu Huai got it.

But that didn't matter, the most important thing was that he actually saw a different Yuan Qiao in front of this painting, a happy Yuan Qiao with a childish smile.