It's terrible.
Xiao Nian rubbed his eyes and looked at the list again. After flipping over, it turned out to be "Fu Sichen".
Let me ask, who else in the entertainment industry is named Fu Sichen besides the actor.
I had heard that the crew had added a producer at the end, but Xiao Nian didn't take it seriously. He subconsciously felt that with Pei Zhen's status, no producer should give him a thumbs up.
only…
"Who?" Pei Zhen felt that the red wine he had just drank was already churning in his stomach, "Fu, Fu Sichen?"
"Did you call me?" As soon as he finished speaking, the real owner floated over. When he faced Pei Zhen, his eyebrows were still smiling, "Pei Zhen, hello, I am one of the producers of this production."
The hand stretched out generously is slender and wide, with well-defined joints. The nails are neatly trimmed and look particularly nice.
Pei Zhen didn't even bother to look, turned around and left.
He felt strange why Fu Sichen would appear at the opening banquet tonight. If he really becomes a producer, will he have to go to the set every day in the future
Just thinking about it gives me a headache.
"Pei Zhen."
Once the sweetheart leaves, no matter how luxurious the banquet is, it will be boring. Fu Sichen hurriedly followed him, and a woman emerged from the diagonal thorn. Her face was red and she was as shy as a flower: "Actor Fu, I..."
"I'm expensive."
The woman who struck up a conversation: “…”
"Not suitable for being thrown into someone's arms."
The woman's face turned pale instantly after her thoughts were exposed. He still wanted to argue that he didn't have that intention, but in the blink of an eye, Movie Emperor Fu disappeared, leaving only traces of his clothes floating and scratched.
**
If the producer is Fu Sichen, it doesn't matter if he doesn't socialize.
Pei Zhen walked out of the hotel, bent down and got into the car. Just as he was about to close the door, Fu Sichen blocked him.
"Pei Zhen..." Fu Sichen was out of breath, "What's wrong with you?"
It suits Pei Zhen to just leave as soon as he wants, but it is a little different from his usual arrogance. Fu Sichen was even more worried that this person would avoid him...
"Huh?" Pei Zhen has long legs and feet, which are a bit difficult to move between the seats. After drinking, his eyes were filled with mist, and he turned his head to look at Fu Sichen, "I didn't do anything."
The ends of her hair fell down, slightly covering her eyebrows. Lazy, cute and soft-looking.
Fu Sichen's heart instantly melted, and he unconsciously softened his tone: "You don't like me being a producer?"
Pei Zhen said nothing, glanced at him, and then lowered his gaze. His eyes fell on Fu Sichen's broad hands.
"Persian cat...what's wrong?"
"Um?"
"It's that cat." He seemed to not care about the problem that had been pressing in his mind for several days, but in fact he still cared about it very much. "Where is it when I wake up."
After coaxing him back and forth, the first question he finally asked was about Persian cats. Fu Sichen really couldn't laugh or cry, and he was already filled with jealousy.
"It's fine. It's eating and drinking well. Why don't you ask me? The day you woke up, I was drugged."
The medicine that Lin Yousu got from the evil ways was ineffective. After one sip, the medicine took effect.
At first, Fu Sichen was thinking about Pei Zhen and had no time to pay attention to the strangeness of his body. When Pei Zhen woke up, he realized what he was doing.
My whole body was burning hot, and I was so anxious that I almost lost all my sanity. The person I like is right in front of me, but I just don’t dare to touch him.
He couldn't bear to bear even the slightest grievance.
Pei Zhen also thought of that day in the hospital, and thought of Fu Sichen's eyes when he looked at him, and his eyes flashed: "How did you solve it later...?"
Fu Sichen smiled, put one hand on the seat, leaned forward, and whispered: "I thought you would solve it."
You are in my heart, you are in my soul, and my mind is full of you...
(End of chapter)