The actor's petite little crying bag is fried again

After Fu Xiuzhu made such a fuss, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased, and Xi Huaizhen's cold eyes gradually warmed up.

He held Fu Xiuzhu's hand helplessly: "Don't make trouble."

That gentle expression and doting tone are completely different from before.

Fu Xiuzhu bent his lips close to his ear, and lowered his voice: "Little Pearl, you are frightening people."

Xi Huaizhen glanced lightly at Yu Quenan, who was frightened into incontinence by his "death spirit", without a trace of sympathy in his eyes.

The person who was put on top of his heart was slandered for no reason because of the other party's selfish desires.If he hadn't done any substantial harm to Fu Xiuzhu, it wouldn't be as simple as being scared to pee at this time.

Those who joined the crew all signed confidentiality contracts, and it was already illegal in the case of Yu Quenan.

But whether it is Xi Huaizhen or Fu Xiuzhu, the ultimate goal is not him.

Fu Xiuzhu took the mobile phone in Xi Huaizhen's hand, and looked at Yu Quenan coldly: "Now I'm giving you a chance to commit crimes and make meritorious deeds, do you want it or not?"

Hearing this, a gleam of light burst out from Yu Quenan's terrified eyes, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, he nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, I want!"

Fu Xiuzhu opened the "ghost" chat interface, handed him the phone: "Send him the photo."

Yu Quenan's expression froze, looking at the phone as if he was looking at a hot potato, he dared not reach out to pick it up for a long time.

Seeing this, Fu Xiuzhu smiled: "What are you afraid of? If you tell you to post it, you will post it."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Yu Qiannan hesitated to take back the phone, and opened the photo album with trembling fingers: "Really...really want to send it?"

Fu Xiuzhu looked back at Xi Huaizhen whose face had turned back to expressionless, and coughed lightly: "Fuck!"

Yu Qiannan didn't know what was going on in his mind, so he had no choice but to send all the photos he took earlier to the "ghost" as he wanted.

As usual, after he sent the photo, the other party immediately transferred a sum of money.

Fu Xiuzhu narrowed his eyes and counted, good guy, there are more than 200 million.

Facing his gaze, Yu Quenan froze, and explained: "One photo is one hundred thousand."

Bai Yijin clicked her tongue: "So our photos are so valuable?"

Yu Quenan looked embarrassed, he didn't dare to say that Fu Xiuzhu was actually valuable, she was just passing by.

On this end, Xi Huaizhen quickly checked the transfer address and found that it was an anonymous foreign account. He was not surprised by this result.

Since the other party was able to transfer money to Yu Quenan so confidently over and over again, he must have something to rely on.

In contrast, Song Qingfang's complexion was not very good-looking.

Yu Qiannan was the one who stayed on the set himself, so he would naturally feel uncomfortable if something like this happened.

If you want to find out who is behind the scenes, you can't be in a hurry. Since there is no clue for the time being, Fu Xiuzhu finished filming the final scene of the day according to the plan.

When he left the set, just in case, he put a spirit butterfly on Yu Qunan's body that ordinary people couldn't see.

After returning to the Pearl Community at night, Fu Xiuzhu suddenly remembered the variety show that Bai Yijin had mentioned, so he poked Xi Huaizhen next to him, smiling: "What variety show did you pick me up?"

Xi Huaizhen lowered her eyes, and slid her slender fingers on the tablet in her hand, "Through Twelve Nights, a variety show that focuses on funny and is broadcast live throughout."

Fu Xiuzhu reached out and hooked his chin, making him look at him, his face puffed slightly: "Do I look good?"

Xi Huaizhen's light-colored eyes gradually smiled, and he put down the tablet: "Master is naturally good-looking."

The two of them had already finished taking a shower at this time, and they were both sitting on the head of the bed. The man's freshly blown hair was plastered on his forehead, softening the cold lines on his face. The feeling of being "good".

Fu Xiuzhu's cheeks turned red little by little uncontrollably, "No...Didn't you say you won't call Master?" As he spoke, he was about to withdraw his hand.

However, Xi Huaizhen quickly clasped his wrist and pulled him into his arms. His deep voice was tainted with a hint of self-evident: "Master, do you want to let go of the fire when you light it?"

Fu Xiuzhu was stunned: "Wh... what fire?"

Xi Huaizhen grinned, and pressed him somewhere in his spirit.

Fu Xiuzhu: "..."

"Ring Ling Ling..."

At this time, the phone on the bedside table received a call.

Fu Xiuzhu's eyes brightened slightly: "Your cell phone is calling." After saying that, he was going to step back to get the cell phone.

Xi Huaizhen chuckled, pinched his chin, and covered him. At the same time, he took the phone and clicked on speakerphone.

Song Qingfang on the other end of the phone: "Damn it, the guy who received a thousand knives really posted WB again, and Xiao Zhuzi and Xiao Bai really went on the trending searches again..."

Xi Huaizhen opened Fu Xiuzhu's lips, and the tip of her tongue flexed in.

With Song Qingfang's loud voice next to his ear, and a man's attacking tongue in his mouth, Fu Xiuzhu felt his scalp tingling for a while, and the numbness spread from his lips, and he almost couldn't help the sound from his throat.

"...That cowardly tortoise, stupid. I'm forced to say that Xiao Zhuzi is hooking up with the crew..."

As if kissing was not enough, Xi Huaizhen swept Fu Xiuzhu's mouth over and over again, deeply absorbing all the sweetness in his mouth.

"...To say that he and Xiaobai behaved intimately is to put a cuckold on you in an open and aboveboard way. I'm fucking dying of laughter..."

"Well……"

The man kissed too hard, and Fu Xiuzhu could no longer hold back a soft moan from his throat.

Song Qingfang, who was talking on the other end of the phone, paused, the shallow moan was too short for him to hear clearly: "Old Xi?"

"Hmm." Xi Huaizhen responded in a low voice, looking down at the person in his arms whose eyes were gradually blurred, the smile in his eyes gradually deepened.

Song Qingfang didn't hear anything unusual, and continued: "Let's be stupid. It's not a problem to force things to go on like this. What are your plans?"

Xi Huaizhen didn't answer, he was still enjoying the sweetness that belonged to him alone.

Fu Xiuzhu gradually became confused, "Um..."

This time Song Qingfang heard clearly.

He was silent for two seconds, and directly scolded: "Fuck!"

The phone hangs up.

The ear was finally quiet, Xi Huaizhen seemed to have finally finished his tricks, he bit Fu Xiuzhu's lips lightly, and let him go.

Fu Xiuzhu's whole body was a little weak, and he half leaned against him to pant, his eyes were flushed.

Xi Huaizhen's eyes were deep, and his thumb lightly rubbed his lips, his voice was hoarse: "Master, if you continue to breathe like this, this disciple will really not be able to bear it."

Fu Xiuzhu paused, almost reflexively covering his slightly numb mouth.

Xi Huaizhen smirked, and before his face turned red and became angry from embarrassment, he lit up the tablet beside him.

The hot search that Song Qingfang just mentioned was on the screen.

The host posted a few "intimate photos" of Fu Xiuzhu and Bai Yijin taken by Yu Qinan in the crew, and accompanied by a paragraph of text that made people think about it, followed by a group of netizens and professional hackers who eat melons.

"It's numb! What's going on with this Fu Xiuzhu? Some time ago, Mr. Xi was angry at the netizens because of him. Now he is like Bai Yijin. What's going on? Hit Mr. Xi in the face?"

"It's more than a slap in the face? These bastards are simply cuckolding Teacher Xi!"

"Is there too much hostility upstairs? It's just a few photos, what can it explain?"

"Damn it, I can't bear it. Anyone who watched Teacher Xi's live broadcast last time should know how much Teacher Xi likes Fu Xiuzhu. How could he treat Teacher Xi like this? That's in the crew!"

"Bai Xiaohua is really shameless. Are there no men in this world? Do you want to seduce a married man? Get out of the entertainment industry now."

"Hahaha, I beg Bai Xiaohuajin. The psychological shadow of the Lord's father!!!"

"Tsk, you're so hot on the WB, I'm begging for someone's psychological shadow!"

"I wanted to say a long time ago that Fu Moumou looks like a vixen, and he will definitely not be safe. Sure enough... tsk tsk"

Xi Huaizhen covered the tablet and lightly scratched the tip of Fu Xiuzhu's nose, "Don't look, there's no need to get angry with them."

Fu Xiuzhu's cheeks swelled slightly, he reached out and poked Xi Huaizhen, angrily: "Tell me, why do I look like a vixen?"

Xi Huaizhen looked him up and down with light-colored eyes, and pursed her lips: "Like."

Fu Xiuzhu's dark eyes stared round: "What are you talking about? How do I look like me? I am obviously a fresh and refined green bamboo!"

The arc of Xi Huaizhen's mouth widened, "It's very similar when I'm on the bed."

"You..." Fu Xiuzhu's face turned red, "I...I'm telling you seriously, you..."

Xi Huaizhen smiled lowly, leaned over and kissed him on the lips: "What I said is also serious."

Before the opponent exploded, he said again: "Whether it's a vixen or a green bamboo, as long as it's you, I love them all."

"Fu Xiuzhu, I love you."

The man's voice was low and magnetic, hearing it in his ears, Fu Xiuzhu not only felt itchy in his ears, but also in his heart.

His eyes suddenly turned red, the man called "Fu Xiuzhu", not Master.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, he just felt sour, sweet and soft in his heart.

When the man was with him back then, he was only seven years old, but he was more sensible and caring than an adult.

In order for him to eat well, he learned good cooking skills, and in order to keep his hair from disheveled, he combed his hair on time every day...

One pile after another is still vivid and impressive.

Now 900 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the man has grown up from the little radish head.

Grow up to be a big man who will love him, kiss him, and cuddle him to sleep.

With red eyes, Fu Xiuzhu slowly revealed a smile: "Mr. Xi, I love you too."

The two stared deeply, seeing each other in each other's eyes.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, just when their lips were about to meet, Fu Xiuzhu suddenly felt something, turned his head and waved a hand, and a scene suddenly appeared in the air.

In the picture, Yu Qiannan is sitting in the living room of his home. Opposite him is a woman with long hair, and the two are talking.

Fu Xiuzhu was delighted: "Teacher Xi, look, the person behind the scenes has appeared!"

Xi Huaizhen, who almost kissed his wife: "..."