The actor's petite little crying bag is fried again

Hearing this, Fu Xiuzhu seemed to be pardoned, he completely forgot what he wanted to say earlier, he lifted his feet and walked quickly to the guest bedroom.

But when he entered the bathroom, he was dumbfounded again.

...I can't understand it at all, let alone use it.

The master said that you can't rummage things, so naturally you can't touch things, not to mention that he is not familiar with these things, if they break...

Fu Xiuzhu pursed his lips in distress, and wanted to go out to find his master, but he saw himself in the mirror covered in nosebleeds, but he didn't want his master to see his ugly appearance again.

"Knock knock knock..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the bathroom.

Fu Xiuzhu's heart tightened, and he heard Xi Huaizhen's low magnetic voice, "Clothes."

"What, what?" Fu Xiuzhu didn't react, and slowly moved to the back of the door, looking at the tall and tall figure outside, his heart beat inexplicably faster again.

Seeing that the door was not opened, Xi Huaizhen added two words in front, "Change and wash clothes."

Fu Xiuzhu looked down at the clothes on his body, there were a lot of blood stains.

It warms my heart, the host is really considerate.

He grabbed the doorknob, opened it slowly, and stretched out his hand.

The next second, a ball of soft cloth was placed in his hand.

Xi Huaizhen gave the clothes to someone, turned around and left.However, when it came to the door of the room, there was an almost inaudible voice from behind, "I don't know how to use it."

Xi Huaizhen's footsteps stopped. If it wasn't for the fact that his hearing is much better than ordinary people, he would really not be able to hear.

He turned around, returned to stand in front of the bathroom door, and said solemnly, "What?"

Fu Xiuzhu gritted his teeth, opened the door, pointed to the bathroom with a blushing face, "I... I don't know how to use these things."

Xi Huaizhen raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at him seriously again, as if confirming the truth of what he said.

After a while, he stepped in without saying a word.

"One side is hot water, the other side is cold water..."

The deep voice sounded in the room, with a faint echo, very pleasant to the ear.

Fu Xiuzhu stared at his side face bewilderedly, only listened to the voice but didn't listen to the content at all.

Feeling the scorching gaze that cannot be ignored, Xi Huaizhen, who was explaining seriously: "..."

He held the shower in his hand, turned his head to look at the nymphomaniac, and suddenly smiled, "Does it look good?"

Fu Xiuzhu, who was so fascinated, nodded in a daze: "It's pretty... ah..."

Before he finished speaking, the man across from him took a shower and sprayed cold water all over his face and body.

He stretched out his hand to cover his face reflexively. A moment later, a big hand grabbed his wrist roughly. Before he could react, something was stuffed in his hand. Immediately afterwards, the man said coldly. Then the voice came: "Calm down? Then wash it well!"

With that said, Xi Huaizhen strode away.

The next day

"Ding dong ~ ding dong ~"

"Ding dong ~ ding dong ~"

……

The genius was bright, and the hurried doorbell rang hesitantly, and Fu Xiuzhu poked his head out from the soft blanket, half-opened his eyes that were sleepy from staying up late to popularize modern knowledge, and muttered bewilderedly: "It's so noisy... "

"Ding dong ~ ding dong ~"

The loud doorbell continued.

After a pause, he suddenly remembered that he was in his master's "new home", and sat up suddenly from the bed.

He has grown into an adult now, and his master works so hard to make money filming every day, and occasionally has to seduce his soul. As a mature and steady god, he must learn to take the initiative to share his worries for his master.

Thinking about it, he quickly jumped out of bed, and before he even had time to put on his shoes, he rushed out of the room with his bare feet, rushed to the door in three or two steps, opened the door, bowed, and said loudly: "Welcome!"

Song Qingfang, who held the breakfast and rang the doorbell for a long time: "...???"

After seeing the person clearly:! ! !

He widened his eyes: "It's you!"

So, on the phone last night, he heard that the people who wrote the content that would be blocked were... him? !

Song Qingfang was shocked. Fortunately, he really believed the man's nonsense on the set last night, thinking that they didn't know each other, tsk tsk, but he didn't expect that the two of them had developed to this point.

He stroked his chin and silently looked at the boy in front of him.

At this time, the young man was wearing a head of smooth black hair, and he was only wearing a pure white pullover cotton padded jacket that was obviously much larger. It can cover the buttocks, revealing two thin, white, shapely, long and straight legs underneath, and a pair of round and lovely slender feet with round toes, bare.

This picture...

It can't be said that it is not fragrant.

"Hello, my name is Song Qingfang, and I'm the chief director of the Nine-Tailed Fox Crew." Song Qingfang tried his best to show a serious and sincere smile, "I wonder if you are interested in joining the Nine-Tailed Fox Crew?"

"Join the Nine-Tailed Fox?" Fu Xiuzhu knew that the Nine-Tailed Fox was a fairy drama that Xi Huaizhen was participating in after a systematic night of mending last night, but he still couldn't quite understand what the man opposite him meant.

Song Qingfang looked at him with some enthusiasm in his eyes, and smiled like a flower, "Yes, I have a role here that is especially suitable for you to play."

"Nine-Tailed Fox" is a popular Danmei fairy tale full-length novel, which mainly tells the twists and turns of love and hatred between Hu Qing, the nine-tailed fox, and Mo Yuan, the lord of the demon world.

In the original book, Hu Yin, Hu Qing's younger brother, is innocent, pure and kind, but he fell in love with Moyuan. For him, he did not hesitate to leave the fox clan and join the demon world, and finally died under the power of the demons.

In the original book, this plot can be said to have earned a lot of tears from book fans, and most of them felt uncomfortable, thinking that Hu Yin's death was not worth it.

And such a cannon fodder role is mainly to influence the ruthless Mo Yuan, let him understand the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and make him more popular, paving the way for him to fall in love with Hu Qing in the future.

But at the time of casting, because I couldn't find a suitable candidate, and this role is actually dispensable to a certain extent, and the investors were urging to start the game, so in desperation, I decided to cast this role. It was Song Qingfang's great regret that the character was eliminated.

It's because he is also a fan of Nine-tailed Fox, and he especially likes the character of Hu Yin.

When he saw Fu Xiuzhu for the first time on the set last night, his first thought was - Hu Yin.

The young man's clear and clean eyes, and the dusty demeanor that naturally radiates outside, are simply Hu Yin Ben Yin.

With this realization, his mind became active. The script was ready-made, and the production crew had only started working for a few days. Even if it was changed back to the original script now, there would be no conflict at all.

All that's left is to abduct people... Cough, sign into the crew.

Fu Xiuzhu was in a daze, not quite sure: "You... want me to act?"

Song Qingfang stared at him expectantly, "Yes, if it's convenient..."

"He's inconvenient!"

At this time, a cold voice sounded, and Fu Xiuzhu stretched out a big hand behind him to grab his wrist and pulled it. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a hug with a touch of sandalwood.

"boom--!"

The next second, the door was rudely closed.

Fu Xiuzhu lifted his little head from Xi Huaizhen's arms, the bridge of his small nose hurt from the bump, and when he blinked, mist gushed out.

"Who told you to come out dressed like this?"

Lord Reaper didn't seem to understand what it means to be sympathetic to the fragrance and cherish the jade, with a cold handsome face, he stared intently at the "naked" weeping spirit in front of him, and unconsciously increased the strength in his hands.

"It hurts." Fu Xiuzhu let out a soft hiss.

Xi Huaizhen paused slightly and let go.

With just this one stroke, a striking red mark appeared on that thin white wrist.

He frowned, and as soon as he raised his head, he met Weeping Jing's misty eyes.

Xi Huaizhen: "..."

This early in the morning, he was a little irritable, but the doorbell kept ringing.

He rubbed his temples, pushed the weeping bag into the guest bedroom in a not-so-gentle manner, and said coldly, "Get dressed before you come out!" After saying that, he closed the door, turned around with a cold face, strode back to the living room, and opened the door.

He stretched out his hand without saying a word.

Seeing this, Song Qingfang subconsciously put the packed breakfast in his hands, "That..."

"boom--!"

Before he finished speaking, the door was mercilessly closed again.

"..." Song Qingfang, who was still outside the door, couldn't help but click his tongue. Didn't he just "vent" last night?Why are you so irritable in the morning?