Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

There was a warm and soft touch on the cheek, as if touching a soft petal.

Hearing these words, Qi Ye felt a little weird.

But it's impossible, Fu Wan's character is so good, she can't talk like that.

"There is still a part of the red carpet event, do you want to come with me?" Qi Ye asked.

"Come on, the red carpet is so boring, and I don't want to be photographed by the outside media." After all, their marriage was private and he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble to Qi Ye.

"Alright." Qi Ye's eyes sank a little, "You wait for me in the backstage lounge."

Fu Wan hummed, Qi Ye took his hand and wanted to take him to the lounge.

"I'll go by myself." He threw away his brother's hand and followed the assistant.

Qi Ye looked down at his hands, there were many question marks on his head.

The guest lounge provided by Xinyu was very spacious, and there were fresh fruit plates on the table. Fu Wan found a seat that looked good in Feng Shui, and turned on the live broadcast of the red carpet event.

Now there are more bullet screens than before, and there seems to be a quarrel, the reason seems to be——

Fu Hengyao, known as the "little devil" in the entertainment industry, gave Zhou Wanye a meal for no reason.

[Fu Hengyao's outfit is perfect. I checked the gemstone cufflinks on his body. The market price is tens of millions. My younger brother's rich second generation has set it up. ]

[?Why did Fu Hengyao's signature cover Zhou Wanye's?Am I wrong? ]

[You read that right, cover your face and laugh and cry.jpg, the word "Yao" is written as if it is as big as a washbasin. ]

[Did Zhou offend him?When handing out the cue card, he missed the week. ]

[Don't talk nonsense, Fu Hengyao is young and has a cold temper, so he won't target anyone in particular. ]

Fu Wan: "..."

He's so cold-tempered, it hurts so much that the second deputy Fu Fu beat someone, and he could tear off several strands of his hair.

With some doubts, he sent a message to Fu Hengyao.

[Fu Erdai]: Big star, what are you doing?

[Deputy Fu Erdai]: I didn't help you, I was playing big cards myself.

Fu Wan: "..."

He hasn't fucking asked yet.

[Fu Erdai]: Pay attention to your identity.

[Second Generation Assistant Fu]: Don't talk to me if it's not about dividing the family property.

Fu Wan followed good advice and stopped talking to him.

On the other side, Qi Ye was busy greeting people, and companies kept trying to push their people to him.

He felt bored, and his words became more and more perfunctory. What he cared about was Fu Wan who was alone in the lounge.

He took the time to send Fu Wan several messages, but Fu Wan didn't reply.

He was clearly close at hand, but there seemed to be something between them, which made him a little restless.

Just at this time, people from "Mixin Media", an entertainment company under the Xinyu Group, came to sit by his side with a few young stars who have become popular recently.

"Hello, Deputy Director Qi." The manager of the company, who is much older than him, greeted him respectfully and politely, "The few artists here are our main resources for the next season."

Qi Ye nodded, indicating that he understood.

His attitude is too cold, but few people stick to him.

Qi Feifei is mainly in charge of Mixin Media on weekdays, and Qi Ye doesn't have much experience in this area.

So he said: "Be careful not to have a negative image."

The manager laughed: "There is no negative news, except that Xiao Zhou mistakenly liked a Weibo account of a fan quarrel recently, and it was canceled soon."

Qi Ye listened absent-mindedly, and wanted to leave the table to find Fu Wan in the lounge.

"It's not a big deal." Zhou Wanye said with a smile, "It's just a small anchor of Pingxin TV. The id has the same name as mine. I want to communicate and ask him if he can change it. The fans joked that he bumped into my name. gone."

"Little anchor? What's your name?" Qi Ye asked calmly, his expression unchanged.

"It's called Wan Ye, a little anchor with a pretty face." The manager of Mixin Media rarely saw him interested in a topic, "It's good to remind him to change it, but the other party seems unwilling, saying id to him It has special meaning, but it's Pingxin TV, and I'm going to slip on my knees after asking a few words."

Qi Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice was as cold as ever, and the ending was lowered: "He, hit your name?"

Fu Wan was occupying the sofa in the lounge, using his brother's account to fight landlords, with an orange-flavored lollipop in his mouth.

After some operations by him, his brother's 300 million happy beans became 3000, and he became poor overnight.

He was throwing out one-on-three, and the message of Pingxin TV anchor manager Zhang Yunyi suddenly popped up on the phone page.

[Calm-Lao Zhang]: I underestimated you before.

[Calm-Old Zhang]: It seems that you are very good at catching men, Vice Director Qi is eaten to death by you.

[Calm-Old Zhang]: How many times did you two do it, and he gave you so many benefits?

[Late night]: What happened?Straight man with sunglasses grinning soybean smile.jpg

Lao Zhang sent him a screenshot of Weibo, Zhou Wanye's entertainment company, in the announcement of the new drama, asked him to change his previous name to Zhou Shuai.

In the background of his live broadcast account, there was an apology from a manager of Mixin Media.

Fu Wan: "..."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he didn't feel wronged, and he didn't want to lower his status to care about others. The people around him rolled up their sleeves first.

Having said that, the dissatisfaction with Qi Ye in his heart just now disappeared virtually, because it disappeared so quickly that he didn't even have time to think about what it was.

For no reason, he suddenly wanted to see Qi Ye.

The external red carpet event is over, and the rest is the afterparty between the brand, investors and Xinyu Group.

Fu Wan didn't wait long when Qi Ye came in to look for him.

The stylist gave him light makeup in the style of a dinner party, which looked good, but he was a little allergic to the fine glitter around his eyes.

When Qi Ye came in, he was blinking his eyes at the ceiling violently, trying to create a superficial earthquake to knock the tiny flash away.

"Brother." Seeing a familiar figure from the corner of the eye, Fu Wan sat upright and commanded others, "Help me get the sparkle off my eyes."

"I said it should look better, but the stylist made this for me, it doesn't suit my temperament." Fu Wan said.

It's actually quite fitting, and it's pretty nice too.

Qi Ye was surrounded by people outside just now, seeing all kinds of exquisite faces, but there was no disturbance in his heart.

I've seen better looking and more demagogic ones, but those are nothing at all.

Qi Ye took a wet tissue and asked him to get closer.

Fu Wan felt his neck hurt when he turned sideways, so he simply sat on his brother's lap, closed his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and asked his brother to wipe it for him.

In the classroom before, the chalk dust from the fight after class lost his eyes, so he asked his brother to solve it for him.

"Sit forward?" Qi Ye asked, "I'm afraid you will fall."

"Okay." Fu Wan pressed his hand on his brother's shoulder for strength, and leaned close to his brother, and asked twice, "Brother, is your wife heavy?"

Qi Ye snorted softly: "It didn't grow to 1.8 meters, and the bones were all pierced, and it weighed as much as a fart."

Shorty Fu was furious, but he couldn't beat Qi Ye, he could only compete with the second generation deputy Fu of his family.

"Fu Zaozao, remember to remind the styling side to avoid this brand of cosmetics next time." Qi Ye used a wet tissue to stick the corners of his eyes, "It's a little red, forget it, I'll tell him directly."

"Can you not pay so much attention next time?" Fu Wan asked, "I'm an idiot, and I like people without makeup."

He stretched out his hand to pull his brother's face, and patted it: "It's just like you, I love it to death, it grows on my xp."

Qi Ye lifted his hand away: "Don't swear."

This person knows a woolen xp.

"Just clean it up, forget it when you scolded me when I was in junior high school." Fu Wan muttered, feeling the cold wet tissue running over his face, and the burning sensation around his eyes disappeared.

Just as he was about to jump down, Qi Ye patted him on the back again: "Wait a minute, there's still a little more."

He was thrown back by the slap and hummed softly.

Just when the door of the rest room was pushed open, the agent of Mixin Media came to Qi Ye, wanting to apologize for his work mistakes, just in time to see a thin boy sitting on the lap of the cold and young upper-level leader, scared When he was incoherent, he hurried out.

"Why is he panicking?" Fu Wan asked.

"Think we're doing something." Qi Ye said.

"What to do?" Fu Wan poked his chest with her finger, "Laughing to death, what can we two men do?"

The author says:

Qi Ye: I can do a lot (^_-)