Coquettish

Xie Yan was startled, and couldn't help but tighten the quilt.

He was punctured, and he couldn't express his intention clearly, so he was a little embarrassed, so he had no choice but to remain silent.

Just now when the lamp was turned on, although Xie Yan was very good at pretending that nothing happened, but now his brows and eyes were clearly furrowed, but he forced himself to return to a deadpan expression, which was extremely awkward.

Through the messy hair, Fu Qing saw that the tips of his hidden ears were red, and said with certainty, "I guess so."

He paused: "Xiao Xie promised last time that he will cherish his body and won't stop going to the hospital because of trouble, right?"

It is rare for Xie Yan to have such a desperate moment in his life.

As if he hadn't heard Fu Qing's words, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed calmly, and landed barefoot, without looking at Fu Qing, he walked straight towards the wardrobe.

It was almost like running away.

Xie Yan was a little anxious when she was getting dressed, and she didn't even care about the wound on her left arm. After putting on a clean shirt, she glanced out the window and said dryly: "I'm getting dressed, go to the hospital quickly .”

Fu Qing smiled, and took another coat: "It will be windy at night, you still have a fever, add more clothes."

On the way to the hospital, Xie Yan couldn't help thinking about what she had done and what she was struggling with.

The doctor on duty in the hospital was the one who sewed needles for Xie Yan yesterday. He was not surprised when he saw that it was Xie Yan. After taking the medicine, he told Fu Qing: "The condition of the wound is not too bad, but you can't use any more force. As for the fever, it may be due to excessive blood loss and weakened immunity. It's not a big problem, just take some anti-inflammatory drugs."

The doctor is quite old and likes to chat with his family members, and he mentioned yesterday's incident: "Are you his brother? He came here yesterday alone without anyone accompanying him. It's a pity that he just debrided the wound and sewed needles." No matter how busy you are, you still need to take good care of your loved ones when they are injured."

Xie Yan frowned, and wanted to argue with the doctor, but was interrupted by Fu Qing, who nodded: "I have something to do, I came here at night, please."

It was almost ten o'clock when we walked out of the hospital, the infrastructure of the small county was not very good, the street lights were on and off, Fu Qing asked Xie Yan to follow behind him.

Xie Yan is tall, usually standing out from the crowd on the road, but Fu Qing is half a head taller than him, and his figure is incomparable.

Now the night was dark and the surroundings were dark. Standing behind Fu Qing, he was completely enveloped, as if he was well protected.

Xie Yan just stared at Fu Qing's back and forgot to look at the road under her feet. She accidentally stepped on an empty soda can and was caught off guard and almost fell.

Fu Qing supported him in front, and when Xie Yan stood up, he sighed again, seemingly helpless, and grabbed his right wrist: "Stop wrestling, be careful with your left arm."

Xie Yan had a low fever, her breathing was hot, but her body was cold, and her skin temperature was very low. Fu Qing's palm was burning hot, and the heat burned from the skin on the wrist where Fu Qing was in contact.

He heard Fu Qing say with a smile: "Does it seem like you are bringing a child home now? By the way, does your left arm still hurt?"

The sea breeze was a bit cool, and there was still a faint dull pain in his left arm. Xie Yan thought for a moment, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "It hurts a bit."

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang, and the screen showed that it was Wang Zhuwei.

Wang Zhuwei made the phone call, cleared his throat, and said in his usual kind tone: "Xie Yan, I made a mistake yesterday. As for this matter, you can just deal with it coldly, and don't take those interviews. If a reporter comes to you, you Just let them talk to me."

Xie Yan raised her eyebrows, Wang Zhuwei's attitude really changed a bit.

Wang Zhuwei listened to the other side's silence, and persuaded Xie Yan patiently, as if thinking of him: "You want to concentrate on acting, you shouldn't touch these things, and then you will be stared at by the media all day long, how can you make a good film?" Make a good movie?"

He couldn't believe it himself.He was still wholeheartedly trying to hype up this matter yesterday, at least to make Xie Yan popular, and Xie Yan was injured to protect Yang Xun, so there is a lot of room for manipulation, and he can also bind with Yang Xun, taking advantage of the limelight and receiving some high-priced advertisements If you make a lot of money, you can get a lot of commissions, but it consumes a lot of credibility.

But when Qin Haocheng learned of Wang Zhuwei's plan, he made a big fuss.He couldn't allow Xie Yan to be popular, even if he was fired, Wang Zhuwei had to focus on himself wholeheartedly.The high-quality idol drama invested by Qin Haocheng's financial backer is about to start filming. The original work is a popular big IP, and the director has directed several such films. The ratings fluctuate around the passing line, but the ratings are very good, and they are popular. Several small traffic flow small flowers.

Qin Haocheng took the script and asked Wang Zhuwei to choose by himself: "You can praise Xie Yan now, it doesn't matter. I can also change my agent, as long as I'm still in Huida, it's easy to operate."

Compared with Xie Yan, who can only catch the fish once and for all, it is of course more cost-effective to cultivate a cash cow like Qin Haocheng.

Wang Zhuwei didn't intend to break up with Qin Haocheng, and even wanted to direct Xie Yan's heat to Qin Haocheng.However, as an agent, he always felt that something was wrong. Based on his knowledge of the media, public opinion should not be as unified as it is now.

But after seeing Xie Yan's previous experience, Wang Zhuwei also roughly understood what kind of person he is, and it is impossible to have a background.In addition, Qin Haocheng was making a lot of noise, so Wang Zhuwei didn't investigate too much.

Xie Yan lowered her head, pressed her lips to the side of the phone, and responded coldly.

Wang Zhuwei was still not satisfied: "By the way, you saved Yang Xun this time, so you have to show something over there, or you invite Yang Xun out and let's have a meal."

If it wasn't for this incident, Wang Zhuwei would not have known that Yang Xun played a supporting role for Xie Yan in this movie, and Yang Xun interacted frequently with Xie Yan on Weibo, obviously bringing traffic to Xie Yan, But this is a waste for Wang Zhuwei.It would be great if he could take the opportunity to make friends with Yang Xun and attract traffic to Qin Haocheng.

Xie Yan lowered her brows and refused very ordinaryly: "I can't make an appointment."

The sound quality of his mobile phone was very poor. Standing beside him, Fu Qing could vaguely hear the noise from the opposite side, as if he was arguing loudly.

Xie Yan stopped and kicked a few small stones. After the manager finished speaking, he still said the same sentence: "I can't make an appointment, I hang up."

Fu Qing asked: "What's wrong? Did he make you angry?"

Xie Yan was not angry, but just impatient: "The manager asked me to ask Yang Xun out to meet up together, probably because he wanted Qin Haocheng to have a relationship with Yang Xun. I don't want to."

Fu Qingcai remembered the company he just signed with after the next year: "Agent? Shouldn't he take care of you? At least he should hire an assistant. Doesn't he even come over when you're injured?"

If Xie Yan was still the same person as before, it would still make sense now.But he has already signed the company, and there will be problems if he is stocked like this.

Xie Yan thought for a moment, then said casually: "He also signed a newcomer, and it should be mainly to train him, so he doesn't value my side."

This is not just not paying attention, but not caring.

His little Xie was injured. He went to the doctor for stitches alone, dealt with the reporter alone, and had no one to take care of him.But afterward, the manager still plotted against Xie Yan and his friends, trying to take advantage of his injuries and the blood he had shed.

Fu Qing suddenly remembered what Mo Fu said when he asked Mo Fu to check Huida for him.He said that he thought he would open a studio for Xie Yan.

At that time, Fu Qing just took this as a joke, but thinking about it now, it seems that it is not impossible.

If he opens a studio for Xie Yan, he can hire the best agent to take care of his business; there are a few assistants on call at any time, and he will not let Xiao Xie personally protect Yang Xun like this time; and he can also Let Xiao Xie choose the characters he likes to invest in, and any trivial matters will not bother Xie Yan anymore, he just needs to do what he likes.

Therefore, Fu Qing asked: "The current agent is too irresponsible, do you want to change to another company?"

Xie Yan was startled when he heard the words, and looked up at Fu Qing. The other party was asking himself very seriously, and he also thought about it seriously, and said: "It's not necessary, it's not too bad now. Although Wang Zhuwei's side is not too bad He cares about me, but he gets a commission for my acting, and there are a lot of scenes in Huida, and Qin Haocheng can't finish it all by himself."

He added another sentence, raised his head and smiled at Fu Qing, his cheeks were flushed by the sea breeze: "Everything can't always go well, Brother Fu, don't worry, I know what to do."

Fu Qing's heart softened a bit.

Xie Yan's temper is indeed not very good, and he is too stubborn and arrogant. Outsiders think he is a competitive person.Actually not, Xie Yan knew very well what he was going to do, he would never compromise on the bottom line, and would not be influenced by the outside world, but other than that he was able to make do with it.It's not that I swallow my anger, but I really don't care about it, because I don't think it's important and there's no need to care about it. Even if I get angry and unhappy about it, I will think about it after a while.

Naive, transparent, tenacious.

Fu Qing put down that joking idea again, and patted Xie Yan on the head lightly: "Just don't be wronged."

It was eleven o'clock when we walked back to the rented house, the food was cold, Fu Qing warmed it up a bit, the two had a simple dinner, and it was time to rest.

Xie Yan found plastic wrap in the kitchen, wrapped her injured left arm tightly several times, and then turned and walked to the bathroom.

He turned on hot water, carefully avoiding the wound, and rubbed the shampoo on his hair, and vaguely heard someone knocking on the glass, and opened the door with his head full of foam, only to find that it was Fu Qing standing outside the door, Looking at his right arm with a frown, he explained: "I haven't washed my hair for two days, and my left hand is wrapped in plastic wrap so it won't get hot water."

Fu Qing didn't leave, she held the door with her right hand and pushed it open with a little force.He rolled up his sleeves, took a basin, walked under the shower, filled a basin of hot water, and waved to Xie Yan: "Come here, I'll wash you, don't move your arms."

Xie Yan felt very good about herself, almost as if she was not injured, but in Fu Qing's eyes, she seemed almost disabled.

His skin was very fair, and it was only after steaming that it was dyed a thin layer of red. He still looked up at Fu Qing blankly, without reacting too much.

Fu Qing wiped away the foam around Xie Yan's eyes with the pulp of his thumb. His skin was rough, and even though his movements were gentle, Xie Yan still felt a slight tingling on his skin, and he blinked unconsciously.

His eyes were full of light and Fu Qing.