BOSS turned me into a dog [entertainment circle]

Lin Chuan was sitting opposite Zhao Ru and watching her pack up the documents. His popularity has grown in a fault-like manner after the show was broadcast. Although many people praised him for his good performance, in film and television dramas, he is a masked performance after all. No matter how good it is, it has its limitations. This time the show is broadcast, it can be regarded as a real proof of his acting skills with his strength.

Not only is he good at acting, but he is also tall and tall, and his personality is even more likable. When he smiles, people who look at him want to laugh too. With the combination of various factors, the number of Lin Chuan's fans is increasing every day. It made him quickly squeeze into the ranks of traffic, and he was only short of adding a masterpiece and winning an award.

In just a few days, Zhao Ru was so busy that she was dizzy, and invitations to script commercials and variety shows came one after another. Now that they have the right to speak, they have more room to choose. It is not difficult to choose advertisements and activities, but it is difficult. What matters is the script, and Fu Ming has clearly set a warning line for her: no intimate scenes are allowed, and borrowing seats is not allowed!

It’s hard to choose scripts. Zhao Ru’s head is as big as a bucket. She put the scripts that had been screened several times in front of Lin Chuan, and patted on them: “At present, these few are not satisfactory. Let’s watch first, and then wait. Better yet, just choose from here."

Lin Chuan opened the script, moved his ears, and suddenly stood up.

Zhao Ru saw him turned and rushed towards the door with a look of surprise on his face, and followed him. After a while, he saw Fu Ming's figure at the end of the corridor. She was a little confused: Does this kid have a radar?How to be like a dog!

Fu Ming came in directly through the gate, and attracted a lot of attention along the way. He walked towards Lin Chuan in full view, adjusting his facial expressions while walking. When he walked in front of Lin Chuan, he was as gentle as a lake. Hand, voice very softly: "Let's go home."

Lin Chuan: "!!!"

Fuck!Why is the familiar formula here again!

Lin Chuan hurriedly turned his head and said to Zhao Ru: "Sister Zhao, I'm asking for a leave of absence, first for a day or two."

Zhao Ru: "..."

The boss is right in front of you, why are you asking me for leave?

Lin Chuan followed Fu Ming to the elevator, chattering all the way, from talking about what to eat at night to a silly dog ​​downstairs barking at him today, and he yelled at him before coaxing him back. Said, and then returned to the topic: "Let's keep it simple at night, porridge and side dishes."

Fu Ming touched his head tenderly: "Okay, listen to you."

Everyone in the company hiding in the dark and watching and listening: "..."

Lin Chuan's ramblings did have a certain appeasement effect on Fu Ming, but it had little effect. Fu Ming still took him back to the apartment, and locked the door with a "click" in front of him.

Lin Chuan didn't care, he was now shouldering the burden of caring for the patients, and he didn't want to go out at all. He pulled Fu Ming to the sofa and sat down, poured water and brought it over, and carefully checked the indoor temperature and humidity with the remote control , busy back and forth, came back and hugged Fu Ming's head, patted him, and held him in his arms.

Fu Ming: "..."

Lin Chuan put his arms around his back, patted and touched him, and asked in a coaxing tone, "What happened today?"

Fu Ming: "..."

"Huh?" Lin Chuan was a little worried when he couldn't wait for an answer. He looked down at Fu Ming and asked tentatively, "Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?"

Fu Ming: "..."

Lin Chuan: "How about watching TV?"

Fu Ming: "..."

Lin Chuan: "Tell a story?"

Fu Ming: "..."

Lin Chuan scratched his head: "But I may not speak very well."

Fu Ming couldn't bear it anymore, pulled him down, turned over and pressed on top of him, and said with a sullen face, "You are guilty."

It was not a question sentence, but a declarative sentence. Lin Chuan looked at him in confusion: "Huh?"

Fu Ming let go of the anger he held all the way: "I told you to stay away from that guy named Chen Feibai. If you don't listen, what are you talking about? You can talk for 5 minutes on the phone!"

Lin Chuan was stunned for a moment, thinking that 5 minutes was nothing, but thinking that he was sick at the moment, he hurriedly followed his words: "I was wrong! I won't call him anymore!"

Fu Ming narrowed his eyes: "You are guilty."

Lin Chuan: "???"

Fu Ming was angry and anxious, and his breathing became heavy: "You have a good understanding with him? You can get along well? See each other late? Do you cherish each other?"

Lin Chuan's eyes widened: "What the hell?"

Fu Ming straightened up "wheezing and wheezing", and turned around the living room expressionlessly, like a trapped animal suppressing his emotions. Seeing his appearance, Lin Chuan's heart ached, and he got up and hugged him: "Are you Is it not uncomfortable? Where is it uncomfortable? Tell me, what can I do?"

Fu Ming looked down at him, his eyes were terribly dark, his lips were tightly pressed together, even the roots of his teeth were biting hard.

With his appearance, Lin Chuan might have been afraid in the past, but now he just felt distressed. He was so anxious that he kept stroking Fu Ming's arm: "I forgot to ask you last time, where did you put the medicine? Is it true that you don't need to take medicine? "

Fu Ming stared at him for a while, and finally said, "Throw it away."

Lin Chuan became even more anxious when he heard it, and was a little at a loss: "Then...then I'll sleep with you in my arms?"

Fu Ming stared at him in silence for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse: "Do you think that I am sick and not as good as Chen Feibai? You chatted happily with him, but when you are with me Terrified."

Lin Chuan: "???"

Lin Chuan hastily denied: "No! What are you talking about? I don't know him well at all, so I'm just saying something casually..."

"Are you talking for him?" Fu Ming interrupted his explanation.

Lin Chuan scratched his head anxiously: "No, don't think about it, alas, how could you have such a strange idea, I..."

Fu Ming suddenly grabbed his hand.

Lin Chuan was startled, raised his head and stared at him with wide eyes.

Fu Ming's pupils were terribly black, as if he had lost his ability to think, or fell into some kind of paranoid quagmire. He glanced around, and finally lowered his head to his chest, paused, pulled off his tie, and grabbed Lin Chuan put his hands behind him, and tied his wrists with the tie three times, and when he tied the knot, he still remembered to control his strength so as not to hurt him.

Lin Chuan didn't struggle, but was a little tired: "..."

Toss, toss, toss, this is also a way to take care of patients, wait until you get better, I won't bite you!

Seeing that he didn't move, Fu Ming suddenly felt a little flustered. He held his face and looked at him intently, his lips trembling imperceptibly: "Are you blaming me?"

Just as Lin Chuan was about to deny it, he heard him say, "You hate me for him?"

Lin Chuan: "..."

no!Silence equals default!

Lin Chuan hurriedly said: "No! I have nothing to do with him!"

Fu Ming didn't listen, he seemed to be caught in a strange circle of his own imagining, murmured something, hurried around the house a few times, took another tie, squatted down and tied his feet up .

Lin Chuan: "..."

Fu Ming got up and hugged him, patted him on the back, and coaxed him in a low voice: "He is not a good person, he sees you with wrong eyes, be good, and ignore him."

Lin Chuan nodded again and again: "Well, I see, I ignore him."

Fu Ming looked at him carefully at a distance, as if to confirm whether he was lying or perfunctory.

Lin Chuan's eyes were clear, and he didn't dodge the eyes. He even looked at him with concern, but he looked a little embarrassed, and said hesitatingly: "You tied me up like this, what if I want to go to the bathroom?"

Fu Ming said without hesitation, "I'll help you."

Lin Chuan: "..."

Fu Ming saw his cheeks blushing at a speed visible to the naked eye, subconsciously thought about that scene, and couldn't help feeling thirsty.

Lin Chuan blushed and stammered, "I'm standing...a little tired..."

Fu Ming hurriedly supported him to sit down on the sofa, squatted in front of him and looked at him.

Lin Chuan felt that the two of them were so stupid, so he twisted his body uncomfortably, wanting to ask him when he would untie himself, but afraid of provoking him, he moved his mouth, and finally didn't dare to ask anything.

Fu Ming was always paying attention to his expression, seeing that he hesitated to speak, and suddenly remembered the conversation between the two girls who heard them say that dogs can also suffer from depression, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately became nervous.

He touched Lin Chuan's face and head: "Xiao Chuan, I... don't feel very comfortable, I can calm down if I tie you up like this... I'll just tie you up for a while..."

Lin Chuan nodded, looking at him with trust in his eyes.

Fu Ming said: "Don't be afraid, don't do stupid things, I will let you go soon."

Lin Chuan: "???"

What are you doing stupid?

Fu Ming was still worried, so he got up and went to the kitchen to put the kitchen knives, fruit knives and other sharp tools into the cupboard. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not safe, so he just wrapped them up and stuffed them into the safe.

Lin Chuan didn't know what he was doing, but seeing how busy he was walking around, he couldn't help being confused.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, Lin Chuan looked down, with a perplexed expression: Forget it, it's probably nothing serious, so I won't answer it.

The phone was quiet for a while, then vibrated again, Lin Chuan leaned on the sofa and thought for a while: Call Fu Ming to come and pick it up for me?Forget it, if by chance Chen Feibai called, it would be over.

When the phone vibrated for the third time, Lin Chuan couldn't sit still. He didn't want to answer it, and he was afraid that Fu Ming would hear it when he came back. He was afraid that it was Chen Feibai. Although the probability of this was very small, he still didn't dare to bet. After a while, I started to twist on the sofa. After twisting for a long time, I didn't twist the phone out. Then I stood up and jumped again, but it still didn't work.

Fu Ming didn't know what he was busy with. He had already moved from the kitchen to the bathroom. He looked around, squatted down, let himself fall on the carpet, and then started to roll over and over again.

After rolling back and forth for countless times, the phone finally fell out. Lin Chuan was overjoyed, and happily leaned over to see that it was Mama Fu calling. He didn't dare to neglect, so he quickly touched the answer button with his mouth, and shouted in a low voice: "Aunt!"

Mother Fu was stunned: "Xiao Chuan, your voice is so low? Where's Fu Ming? Is he okay?"

Lin Chuan had a kind of self-confidence in himself, and whispered: "It's good, the voice is quiet because he is asleep, and I'm afraid of disturbing him."

Mama Fu said in surprise, "Really?"

Lin Chuan nodded again and again: "Really! Auntie, don't worry, if something really happens, I will call you immediately!"

"Hey! Good! Xiao Chuan, you are tired. Auntie will come to see you tomorrow!" Fu's mother was afraid of waking Fu Ming up, so she simply said a few words and hung up the phone.

Fu Ming finally dealt with all kinds of potential safety hazards in the house. When he returned to the living room, he didn't see Lin Chuan at first glance. He was so frightened that he rushed over and almost tripped over a big lump on the ground.

Lin Chuan was lying on the carpet between the coffee table and the sofa, with his hands behind his back in a dog-gnawing position, his buttocks were raised high, his trousers were tightly stretched out into a round ball, and his clothes were wrinkled because he had rolled on the blanket. It was so out of shape that the hem could no longer cover the waist, revealing a slender and firm waist, dazzlingly white.

The author has something to say: Chuaner: Auntie, I was wrong!He's busy!He is very busy!