BOSS turned me into a dog [entertainment circle]

The bedroom was so quiet that only the slightly rapid breathing of the two could be heard. Lin Chuan's entire face was dazed. He stared blankly at Fu Ming who was close at hand above him, not understanding how things had suddenly developed to this point.

Fu Ming pressed against his forehead, his breath intertwined, and his gesture was intimate: "Xiao Chuan, did you scare you?"

Lin Chuan shuddered in fright, why did he even use his nickname... Isn't this development too fast?

He tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts, and the thinking ability that gradually returned to the cage finally sorted out the cause and effect for him, which instantly made him ashamed so much that he wanted to find a brick and shoot himself to death.

He... in such a scary atmosphere... actually fell asleep?

After waking up, he took the initiative to lick Fu Ming... Then Fu Ming...

It's all my fault!

You can't die if you don't do it, you can't die if you don't do it...

Lin Chuan blushed with annoyance, raised his hand and grabbed his neckline, and lifted it up.

Fu Ming looked down at his neck, which was hidden in the collar. There was no hickey left there. He felt regretful, but he didn't dare to go too far for fear of scaring Lin Chuan. He looked at Lin Chuan. Looking at him, she leaned over and touched his lips like a superficial touch.

Lin Chuan: "..."

Fu Ming's eyes deepened, and he raised his hand to touch his head, with a doting gesture and an unprecedented gentle tone: "Why don't you hide?"

Lin Chuan inexplicably felt that his face was a little hot. He felt that he was quite strange. He wanted to get close to someone he was not familiar with because of the smell, and he took the initiative to lick his mouth instead of kissing. He suspected that he had some psychological problems. I couldn't help but start thinking about whether to go to a psychiatrist.

Fu Ming was still looking at him, as if waiting for his answer.

Lin Chuan's face became even hotter, and he thought he couldn't just say "Not only do I not want to hide, but I enjoy it", he was a little afraid to look at Fu Ming, and his eyes wandered around, only to realize that he was in a completely unfamiliar place. In the bedroom.

This bedroom is full of cold gray tones, completely different from the decoration style in the small western-style building over the hospital. He felt cold lying here, but Fu Ming's scorching gaze from above made him feel hot.

He was in the middle of ice and fire, and began to try to change the subject: "Where is this? What did you bring me here for?"

"My house." Fu Ming said concisely, "I'll take you to see it."

Lin Chuan: "???"

Why should I visit your house?I'm not an interior designer!

Seeing that he was lying under him, Fu Ming didn't even have the slightest intention of struggling to get up. His eyes became gentler and his breathing became lighter and lighter. He moved one hand to Lin Chuan's face, and put his fingertips on the warm Touching the hot and smooth cheeks back and forth: "If you don't like the style here, I'll buy some soft accessories and remodel it. From today on, you live here, and I will help you recover and take care of your basic necessities of life."

Lin Chuan made him tremble slightly from his touch, and a violent numbness spread from the tailbone to the top of his head, but he suddenly woke up after hearing his words, and he widened his eyes: "What?"

"I've wanted you to come here a long time ago. Only when you are under my nose can I feel at ease and sleep peacefully at night." Fu Ming said in a low voice to himself, "There is only one bedroom and one bed. Bed, if you don’t want it now, I won’t force you, I’ll send another bed over later, and it’ll be placed next to me, so I can see you when I turn my head.”

Lin Chuan was horrified when he heard that: "Wait...wait...you calm down..."

"You like to wear loose cotton pajamas, you like to have a lot of pillows at home, and you like things that you can chew..."

Lin Chuan was already scared out of his wits: "You you you... how do you know?"

"We'll buy whatever you like, and I'll take you out to buy it later."

Lin Chuan supported his elbows and began to back away: "You, you, you, you, calm down, I didn't say anything, don't make up your own mind..."

"I'm very calm." Fu Ming chased him and moved to the head of the bed. Seeing that he couldn't retreat, he couldn't help but kissed his trembling eyelashes, covering him in his own shadow, and said in a hoarse voice , "I wanted to put a collar on you before, but now I've really calmed down, and I don't plan to do that anymore."

Lin Chuan: "!!!"

Fuck!Did he say it so openly?

Fu Ming looked at him intently, as if he was the only living person left in the world who could breathe, like a rare treasure. His heart skipped a beat when he was watched, but his legs were inexplicably weak. He felt that something was wrong. , wanted to escape from here, but with a slight movement, he accidentally pushed his knee against Fu Ming's...

Nima...

How long has he been in this state?

Why is he so calm? ? ?

Fu Ming didn't intend to hide it at all, "want to imprison you", "want to possess you", "want to eat you", "you are mine" were written in his eyes... But his movements were extremely restrained. While speaking, he leaned over and pecked lightly on a certain part of his face.

Lin Chuan wanted to cry but had no tears: "I...I want to drink water."

In fact, he wanted to say that he was going to the toilet, but the need to take off his trousers was very easy to create ambiguous associations. If it irritated Fu Ming, he probably would have to confess here today.

Fu Ming really took care of his feelings, and reluctantly kissed him on the lips, and slowly distanced himself from him: "I'll pour it for you."

Lin Chuan watched him turn and walk out of the bedroom, slumped on the bed weakly, turned over wearily after being paralyzed for a while, picked up the pillow casually, buried his face in it, and took a deep breath. Dazed, he quickly threw the pillow away.

Admit it, you are more perverted than Fu Ming.

Maybe you two are a perfect match.

Lin Chuansheng complained about himself unrequitedly, sat up with difficulty, and had to struggle a lot before he was willing to leave the big bed that made him so comfortable.

Fu Ming went to the kitchen to pour water, and when passing by the study, opened the door and walked in, opened the drawer and took out the collar inside, rubbed his fingers on it, stared for a moment with downcast eyes, turned around and threw the collar into the safe and locked it up.

His Xiao Chuan was very obedient, lying obediently on the bed without hiding, he didn't want to really lock him at home.

Fu Ming came out of the study and entered the bedroom again. Lin Chuan really didn't escape. Although he didn't continue to lie on the bed, he sat on the sofa obediently.

Fu Ming became in a good mood, walked over and handed him the water glass.

After Lin Chuan finished drinking the water, Fu Ming stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth.

Lin Chuan: "..."

Although it was awkward, his heart beat suddenly a little faster. Lin Chuan once again suspected that he was mentally abnormal. He suspected that he had Stockholm Syndrome, but Fu Ming did not do anything excessive to him. Was it too hypocritical to say that he had this disease? ?

Lin Chuan was so confused, he forgot to ask Fu Ming why he brought him here, or Fu Ming took the initiative to ask.

"Xiao Chuan, do you know why your former manager left after not working for long?"

Lin Chuan hadn't thought about this question at all, and was stunned by his question: "Huh? Because they switched to a better company?"

"Because they made their own decisions." Fu Ming took the water glass in his hand and put it on the coffee table beside him. The light knocking sound accompanied by his next words shook Lin Chuan's heart, "They are all very optimistic about you. , wanted to make you a well-known star, but violated the company's plan for you, and was eventually fired."

Lin Chuan: "..."

"Zhao Ru is the same as them." Fu Ming's voice was calm, sounding like a humanoid reading machine, "but Zhao Ru is more daring than them, and even played a game of cutting first and then playing."

Lin Chuan couldn't sit still: "You know that I'm going to participate in a variety show? But Sister Zhao did nothing wrong. Isn't the company formulating that kind of marketing plan for me just to suppress it? Sister Zhao said After two years of marketing, the time is ripe, and it will be cold if you don’t take off the mask.”

Fu Ming leaned over sideways, put one hand on the back of the sofa beside him, completely imprisoning him in his arms: "Do you know it's dangerous outside?"

Lin Chuan: "???"

Fu Ming held his head: "Do you know?"

Lin Chuan made his face heat up again, and turned his eyes away uncomfortably: "Danger... There are dangers everywhere, and you may be killed by a flowerpot falling from upstairs when you walk on the road. It is dangerous to get an electric shock, but you can’t give up eating because of choking. The risk of filming is very small. I have a good physique, and there is nothing to be afraid of. , won’t just drink with people…”

Lin Chuan had a hunch that he wanted to stop him from participating in variety shows, so he couldn't help but babble.

After listening to him quietly, Fu Ming suddenly asked, "Which director do you like?"

Lin Chuan: "Huh?"

"Which of the three directors to be invited for "Advanced Actors" do you like the most?"

"Zhong... Director Zhong." Lin Chuan didn't know why he asked this, feeling worried, "He is very good at filming dramas and martial arts."

Fu Ming asked again: "Do you like historical dramas?"

"Hi...I like it." Lin Chuan stammered, "Why do you ask this?"

"If you like it, I'll find someone to write the script of King Lanling for you, and ask Director Zhong to shoot for you." Fu Ming paused after speaking, and his voice became gentle again, so gentle that his scalp tingled, "But you Be obedient and stop participating in variety shows."

Lin Chuan: "..."

"Ok?"

Lin Chuan licked his lips, his voice trembling a little, not because of excitement, but because of fear: "You...are you going to keep me?"

"No." Fu Ming rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose, seeing that he just trembled and didn't run away, he couldn't help but kissed him on the top of the ear. Even better, he whispered in his ear with a hoarse voice, "I don't support you, I support you."

Lin Chuan felt weak all over, feeling like he was going to die, he struggled to regain his senses: "I...I can talk and move, I have the ability to be independent, I am a normal adult, I can support myself of."

Fu Ming pinched his chin and said in an unquestionable tone: "I will support you."

Lin Chuan was so frightened that he was about to cry. He held back, sniffed, and decided to make a detour: "I don't think the script of King Lanling is suitable. Didn't it mean that he looks feminine and beautiful? I think Shaoxi's big eyes are slapped. The face is more suitable, I have been said to be fierce since I was a child, and it doesn't match the character!"

Lin Chuan was born with slender eyebrows and three white eyes. When looking at people at the same level, the whites of the eyes will show a little. People who are not familiar with him think he is fierce, but those who are familiar with him know that his personality is completely different. But no matter what, his appearance is absolutely Stay away from King Lanling.

Fu Ming's tone was flat: "It's okay."

"Why doesn't it matter? The image and temperament will be scolded by the audience!"

"It's fine if you wear a mask all the time, how will the audience know if your image fits?"

Lin Chuan: "..."

The author has something to say: Lin Chuan: It doesn't matter if you are a god...

Hanging eyebrows, three white eyes, this Erha is very handsome, don't worry!