BOSS turned me into a dog [entertainment circle]

The recording of the program was successfully completed. Lin Chuan returned to the backstage, and seeing Zhao Ru smiling like a kind old mother, goosebumps came up, and Xiao Mao jumped in front of him excitedly: "Brother! You are amazing! I knew you would do it." !"

Lin Chuan happily followed everyone with a smile, and when he sensed Fu Ming coming, he hurriedly turned to look at the door.

Xiao Mao looked at Fu Ming, let go of Lin Chuan and retreated to the sofa in the corner. He vaguely felt that Lin Chuan and Fu Ming were a little too close, but he hadn't really realized the extraordinary relationship between the two of them until now. But before the make-up artist touched Lin Chuan's face, he still remembered Fu Ming's eyes attacking him. Seeing Fu Ming coming in, he immediately kept a distance from Lin Chuan, with a strong desire to survive.

Lin Chuan rushed towards Fu Ming excitedly, hugged him very hard, and shouted with a super loud voice: "Fu Ming!"

Others in the lounge were startled: "..."

Lin Chuan wanted to shout when he was on stage, and he was holding it in until now. It was the first time he showed his face in front of the camera, participated in a variety show for the first time, and was recognized by so many people for the first time. Excited, he wanted to share with others, and the first thing he thought of was Fu Ming.

It was rare for Fu Ming to smile in front of people. He looked at him with gentle eyes, raised his hand and brushed away the ribbons and shredded paper that fell on his head, and said with a low laugh, "You are great today!"

Seeing Lin Chuan's posture of wagging his tail and holding Fu Ming's face in his arms, Zhao Ru hurriedly cleared his throat in fright: "Xiao Chuan, the makeup artist is waiting to remove your makeup."

Lin Chuan raised his hand halfway, turned around and scratched his head, pretending that he was calm just now: "Is there anything else on my head?"

"No." Fu Ming's closeness to him was very beneficial, his body and mind were at ease, and the expression on his face was also full of joy.

Lin Chuan happily turned around and sat back in front of the makeup mirror.

The makeup artist who was stuffed with a mouthful of dog food shook his hands to remove his makeup, not daring to take advantage of his hands, so he took advantage of his mouth: "Brother Lin, your skin is really good, your facial features are particularly three-dimensional, and your lips are also very beautiful. Lips suitable for kissing!"

Fu Ming: "..."

"Why don't you praise my eyebrows?" Lin Chuan looked into the mirror worriedly, "What should I do with my eyebrows? It's too thin to meet people when I go back."

The makeup artist asked: "Do you usually not wear makeup?"

Lin Chuan: "Huh? Why do you need makeup if you're not filming?"

Makeup artist: "..."

Why do you have to think like a straight man, you are a dead gay who shows affection?

"Then you definitely don't have an eyebrow pencil." The makeup artist sighed and took out an eyebrow pencil from her bag. "This one is unused, so I'll give it to you. You can paint it before you go out."

Lin Chuan took the eyebrow pencil and subconsciously twirled it on his fingertips, looking like a scumbag.

Makeup artist: "..."

Lin Chuan frowned: "It won't work."

Xiao Mao raised his hand and volunteered: "I'll do it, I'll help you draw!"

Lin Chuan's eyes lit up, remembering that Xiao Mao had learned makeup before, and was about to agree when Fu Ming interrupted: "How to paint?"

The make-up artist shook her hand, and the cleansing oil was ruthless.

Fu Ming got up and walked over, picked up the eyebrow pencil in Lin Chuan's hand, frowned and looked at the makeup artist.

The make-up artist roared like a tiger going down the mountain in his heart, but he kept a smile on his face, and pretended to be calm with a trembling voice: "I'll show you a picture after removing the makeup in a while."

Fu Ming nodded, moved a stool over and sat beside Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan glanced at him happily.

Others in the lounge: "..."

After a lot of tossing, Lin Chuan's eyebrows returned to their normal state, and he couldn't tell they were painted unless he was very close. He changed back to his clothes, and followed Fu Ming, who didn't know how to learn how to draw eyebrows, to go out and prepare to leave.

With a manager, an assistant, two bodyguards, and a figure suspected to be a big boss, Lin Chuan's lineup is quite strong, attracting the attention of others.

Huang Bin happened to be leaving at this time. When he heard the movement, he glanced over and his face suddenly became ugly. The assistant who was following him was also looking in this direction. He didn't expect him to stop suddenly and accidentally bumped into him. , and immediately provoked him to scold him.

"How did you become an assistant? Where are your eyes looking? If you want to climb a high branch so much, hurry up and recommend yourself!"

The assistant apologized in a low voice with a pale face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Huang Bin threw the bag in his arms into his arms, feeling upset.

The program group is too much, why are the audience scoring, what acting skills do the audience know?This kind of competition system is to please the audience and fans, it is tailor-made for traffic actors, it is not fair at all!If only the judges' scores were counted, he might be able to advance directly today!

The more Huang Bin thought about it, the more angry he was. He actually lost to a junior who didn't even have a representative work, a newcomer who relied on capital, traffic, and appearance. It was a shame and a shame!

The assistant saw him quicken his pace and passed Lin Chuan and his party with a cold face, and hurriedly followed with his bag in his arms.

Lin Chuan looked at Huang Bin angrily even from the back, and he couldn't understand it: "Isn't this person too small?"

Fu Ming looked at him: "Huh?"

Lin Chuan pouted forward, his eyes fell on Huang Bin's assistant, his expression paused, and he looked at Fu Ming: "Can you lend me your mobile phone?"

His cell phone was still off at the moment, and he was afraid that Fu Ming would be jealous if he borrowed it from others, so he had to borrow it from Fu Ming directly, and he was also afraid that Fu Ming would feel anxious when he remembered that he secretly used his cell phone to call Fu's mother.

Fu Ming looked normal, handed him the phone, and didn't ask him what he wanted to do.

Lin Chuan couldn't help laughing, took the phone and opened the message box, entered Shao Xi's phone number, and sent a message: "Do you have any trouble with Huang Bin? He is narrow-minded, beware of revenge."

He thought about it, but finally he didn't report his name. After all, his relationship with Shao Xi was ordinary. Fu Ming and Shao Xi were old acquaintances, and the relationship was quite good. Although Fu Ming hadn't been in contact with Shao Xi recently, Shao Xi It's not surprising that the production team has no contact. It's reasonable to use Fu Ming's number to send a kind reminder.

After Lin Chuan sent the message, he handed the phone to Fu Ming. They had already arrived at the parking lot. Not far away, Huang Bin got offended again and yelled at his assistant.

Lin Chuan looked away, turned his head and was about to talk to Fu Ming, when he heard Huang Bin's horrified and shrill scream, turned his head to look over, and was immediately frightened out of his wits.

The door of Huang Bin's nanny's car was open, and his assistant was holding a fruit knife that he found out from nowhere, and was stabbing Huang Bin desperately.

Lin Chuan was so scared that he couldn't breathe, he grabbed Fu Ming's arm with a pale face, and his voice trembled: "Fu Ming... Fu Ming..."

Fu Ming quickly hugged him tightly and turned him behind him. Without waiting for Fu Ming's order, Xie Ming and Xie Lang had already rushed to the front, and two bodyguards who came out of nowhere rushed to stand on both sides of them.

Zhao Ru and Xiao Mao were also very frightened. There were other people nearby who were all frightened by the sudden change. There were screams everywhere, and the parking lot was in chaos.

The waves in Fu Ming's eyes were surging, and the hand holding Lin Chuan was trembling, but his voice was extremely calm: "Call the police, call an ambulance, let's go another way, Xie Ming, go and subdue him."

Huang Bin pushed his assistant away, turned around in panic, and ran towards this side staggeringly, dripping blood all the way. His assistant seemed to be possessed by a demon, with terrifying eyes, holding a blood-stained fruit knife and relentlessly chasing after him , before being caught by Xie Ming, he suddenly threw the fruit knife in his hand forcefully.

"Ah——" Huang Bin yelled in pain, his face contorted and he ran a few steps forward, and fell to the ground. Blood splashed out from somewhere on his body, and a drop fell on Lin Chuan's pure white clothes, bright red and dazzling .

Fu Ming lowered his head and stared at the corner of Lin Chuan's clothes, breathing rapidly.

Not long after, police cars and ambulances arrived one after another, and the reporters squatting nearby rushed over to take pictures frantically, and were quickly driven away by the police. Fu Ming asked Xie Lang who called the police to stay to deal with follow-up matters, and he took Lin Chuan and the others into the car He went straight to the airport and left City K overnight on a private jet.

The environment on the plane was comfortable, and Lin Chuan finally got rid of the suffocating fear. He was tired all day, and he was frightened again.

Fu Ming was shaking, and his breath was not stable.

Lin Chuan was startled, and raised his head to look at him nervously: "Fu Ming, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Ming looked as usual, and patted his head: "It's okay."

The calmer he acted, the more worried Lin Chuan became. Fu Ming always showed a strong side, and the few times he was vulnerable was due to his illness. It is impossible for him to be fine now.

Lin Chuan stood up anxiously, Fu Ming's eyes fell on the corner of his clothes, he tilted his head and closed his eyes suddenly, and his breathing became more rapid.

Lin Chuan looked down suspiciously, and only then found the blood on his clothes. He didn't know what kind of illness Fu Ming had, whether he might have haemorrhage or something, but he could probably guess that this small drop of blood on his body was harmful to him. Fu Ming was very excited, he quickly took off his coat and threw it aside, thinking about it, he found another bag to put it in, and asked Xiaomao to throw it into the trash can.

"I threw away my clothes." Lin Chuan knelt down on the chair and looked at him closely. "How are you doing? Have you brought any medicine?"

Fu Ming finally opened his eyes, but his condition was still not very good. He looked at Shang Linchuan with concern: "Take it, don't eat."

Lin Chuan scratched his head anxiously: "Then... how can I be more comfortable?"

Fu Ming raised his hand to touch his face: "Look, I didn't lie to you, it's really dangerous outside."

Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment, wondering if he was being self-indulgent, he even vaguely felt that Fu Ming's illness had something to do with him, but why?Before living together, Fu Ming was just his boss, they didn't know each other well... He thought of Mama Fu again, and felt that Mama Fu was too kind to him. I feel so happy...

Fu Ming changed from touching his face with one hand to holding his face in two hands, and looked at him deeply: "You are still disobedient and sneak out. If that assistant becomes red-eyed by killing people, don't let him die again." turn the knife on you..."

Lin Chuan recalled that scene and swallowed nervously.

Fu Ming stroked his hair and said softly, "It's better to stay at home."

I'm coming!Familiar tone!Familiar decision!Familiar formula!

Lin Chuan trembled a little, but when he thought of Fu Ming smiling at him in the audience, and thinking of Fu Ming praising himself for being great, he slowly settled down again.

It doesn't matter, it's just sick. Although it's different from a cold and fever, the principle is the same. People who are sick will always become vulnerable and always hope that someone will be by their side.

Lin Chuan cheered himself up, looked at Fu Ming seriously, and nodded seriously: "You are right!"

Fu Ming was stunned.

Lin Chuan stretched out his hand and opened the curtain behind the chair, dividing the place into a small secret space. He sat back and looked at Fu Ming, nodding with approval: "It's really too dangerous outside!"

Fu Ming stared at him intently.

Lin Chuan held his face and kissed his forehead, straightened up and held him in his arms: "I'm not going out!"

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