What I cut is real [entertainment circle]

When Fu Hanchuan saw the photo that He Chun got, he really admired it in his heart. It turned out that this is the real person who doesn't show his face.

Fu Hanchuan said with emotion: "You must have been an information dealer in your previous life, the kind who died because you knew too much."

He Chun: "..."

Fu Hanchuan hastily said, "I praise you!"

So, Fu Hanchuan took these photos to find the group of people, put the evidence on the table in a cool manner, and smiled arrogantly: "You guys have done all the eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. If you stab your parents with these, It’s not as simple as stopping the card.”

...and then things settled down.

Fu Hanchuan felt that it was too simple, those bastards were really too bad, no wonder he would scold them for being naive when he heard the lamp before, and he didn't have any sense of being a hero to save the beauty.

But behind Wen Deng, he still knew the truth, and then said to Fu Hanchuan in a rare gentle tone, "Although you are a bit nosy, thank you."

Fu Hanchuan: "..."

No sense of being thanked at all.

Wen Deng said bluntly: "But what's your purpose in helping me like this?"

"Purpose? What purpose can I have? Can't I be sincere?" Fu Hanchuan was wronged, "I want to treat you as a friend, can't I? I teased you before, but it's been so long, so don't Take your revenge!"

After Wen Deng heard it, he couldn't help laughing, a little helpless: "Who is holding grudges against you? I'm not a child. It was because you were too shameless before, and it's just annoying you."

"I..." Fu Hanchuan suddenly had nothing to say, so he could only retort with a guilty conscience, "I am shameless, I have such a handsome and handsome face, I can't bear to have it."

Wen Deng: "In that sentence just now, every word reveals shamelessness."

Fu Hanchuan: "..."

The first time was born and the second time was acquainted, the two of them get along with each other and make jokes every day, and they have become acquainted.

However, Fu Hanchuan found that he never said that he could not hear the lamp, and he had no choice but to use shamelessness in exchange for an advantage every time.

Maybe...a friend too.

Wen Deng transferred to an art student in the second semester of his sophomore year, and almost everyone around him asked him once: "You have such good grades, why did you transfer to an art student? It's so hard."

Or: "You are engaged in art, don't you want to inherit your family's company in the future?"

He was tired of answering, but after Fu Hanchuan found out, he only gave a faint "oh", and then he didn't ask any more questions.

Wen Deng was surprised: "Aren't you wondering why?"

Fu Hanchuan was puzzled, and his tone was very natural: "Why are you curious? With your qualifications, of course you can do whatever you want, and you need to consider other things?"

Wen Deng was stunned for a moment, for some reason, the irritability and haze that had arisen inexplicably in his heart before were swept away, and he couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fu Hanchuan: "What are you laughing at?"

A smile was buried in Wen Deng's eyes: "No."

Fu Hanchuan once went to look for him in the studio, but there was nothing wrong with him, just for lunch.

The studio was very quiet, only Wen Deng was alone. He raised his eyes and saw Fu Hanchuan swaggeringly pulled out his chair and sat down, and sighed: "If you're so free, go find a girlfriend."

"Divided." Fu Hanchuan propped his head, spinning his pen in boredom.

Wen Deng was stunned, and slowly said: "You changed people too fast, if you didn't mean it from the beginning, then don't agree to it."

Fu Hanchuan immediately retorted: "Who says I'm not sincere, of course I am."

Wen Deng gave him a blank look, and didn't bother to continue talking to him.

Fu Hanchuan glanced at him, hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Then where's your... um, little boyfriend."

"..." Wen Deng was silent for a moment, "It's divided."

Fu Hanchuan: "Damn, then you still talk about me."

Wen Deng's hand holding the pen paused, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Since you know that I like men, you dare to come so close to me, you are not afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that you will fall in love with me?" Fu Hanchuan laughed loudly, "I'm not so narcissistic, am I? I'm so rough, can I be the type you like?"

Wen Deng was noncommittal: "..."

Fu Hanchuan joked teasingly: "However, my charm is very great. If you really fall in love with me, it's justifiable."

"..." Wen Deng: "Get lost."

"No roll, no roll." Fu Hanchuan smiled at him with his chin in his hand, and when he saw his drawing board, he suddenly had an idea, "Why don't you draw a picture of me, and I'll be your model."

Wen Deng: "Nonsense."

Fu Hanchuan: "Draw it, draw it."

"..." Wen Deng could only compromise, "Then don't move."

Fu Hanchuan happily agreed, and then really didn't move.

Because he fell asleep on the table behind him.

When he woke up, he had already taken a rest in the afternoon, and Wen Deng was packing up his things and preparing to leave.

Fu Hanchuan rubbed his eyes: "Where are my paintings?"

"Here." Wen Deng handed him a piece of paper, then left with the drawing board on his back.

Fu Hanchuan opened it with great interest, and a jubilant husky appeared vividly on the paper.

"Smell the lamp! Why did you draw a dog!!!"