Sheng Qianye didn't have much interest in continuing the second half of the banquet, still feeling resentful about the fact that he was being suppressed in all aspects.
After chatting casually with the male actor from before, she left the stage to look for Lin Luosang.
Late in the night, Lin Luosang was still rehearsing the stage, discussing the stage effects with the director and photographer. Her long curly hair was casually tied behind her head, with some strands of hair hanging down at her temples. Her superior figure was not affected even in a white T-shirt and jeans.
After the rehearsal, the two sat in the back row of audience chairs and chatted.
After Lin Luosang listened to her explanation of the whole story, he folded his arms and leaned on the back of the front seat. He thought for a long time and finally spoke with a clear and precise word.
"So... you're not angry about him forcing a kiss on you, but about you being suppressed?"
Sheng Qianye suddenly choked.
…it seems so.
Being suddenly reminded of this, she had a sudden illusion and was silent for a long while.
Lin Luosang shrugged her shoulders, her hair curled slightly and hung on her shoulders, with a perfect blend of purity and charm: "So do you understand what I want to say?"
"You don't think I like him?!"
The female star with tens of millions of fans raised her voice a few degrees, which was unusual. It was not until a staff member looked over curiously that Sheng Qianye lowered his head in the shadows and whispered, "Absolutely - Impossible."
"It's not necessarily love," Lin Luosang said, "it's just that you don't hate him as much as you think."
Sheng Qianye leaned back with his head tilted back, blinked his delicately made-up eyelids, and pointed at the steps of the stage not far away: "You know, I once fantasized about sprinkling honey all over the steps of the company's conference room and letting Fu Xiu throw him to death."
Lin Luosang: “…”
"When he said he wanted to be my boyfriend I thought he wanted to seduce me."
"I was still wondering if he would poison the crew after sending them all kinds of support."
"When I got off the car just now, I almost hit him with my high heels."
Sheng Qianye moved his fingers sadly: "I should be very incompatible with this person."
As a result, Lin Luosang's words left her confused.
Lin Luosang looked at her empty eyes, propped up his head and smiled: "Things like this are more clearly seen by outsiders."
"If you really hate him, you won't be interested in bickering with him. You can't deceive people by your physical disgust. You can't even avoid him, so how can you have the energy to deal with him?" Lin Luosang said, "You may also enjoy the process in essence."
Sheng Qianye snorted and pointed at himself in disbelief: "Me? Enjoy being with him?"
…
That night, Sheng Qianye, who usually slept well, lost sleep for ten minutes.
Scenes of her and Fu Xiu flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern: in the car on the street late at night, on the noisy film set, in the quiet conference room, in the crowded theater.
If she was really fed up with this man, she probably wouldn't allow him to appear in her life again and again and have interactions with him again and again.
She turned over awkwardly, clicked her tongue, and looked up at the ceiling with her hands under her head.
Things are getting a little dangerous now.
Doesn't this indirectly prove that she is a masochist
Sheng Qianye stood up coughing and sent a message to Lin Luosang: Do you think he is really pursuing me
Lin Luosang avoided the question and just said: Show me the screenshot of your WeChat.
She didn't understand the logic, but still took a screenshot and sent it to Lin Luosang. Lin Luosang quickly circled all the words "Will Hua Yan have a boss lady?" in her dialog box.
Fashion editors, agents, copy editors, stylists and even friends were all affected. Ninety-nine out of a hundred questions asked her had this question.
Lin Luosang: Most of the entertainment industry is asking you, do you think he is serious
Sheng Qianye read the message several times and finally came to a conclusion.
Well, it seems she's not the only masochist.
Fu Xiu also seems to be a bit of a masochist.
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What Sheng Qianye didn't expect was that when she was filming the next day, Fu Xiu had no intention of "avoiding the limelight" and showed up on the set at noon.
She was playing with an astrolabe in the crew at the time, her fingers flicked and she looked at the man with uncertainty: "You still dare to come?"
Fu Xiu frowned: "Why don't I dare to come?"
"What did you do to me yesterday—" Sheng Qianye casually rubbed his lips with the back of his finger, "Don't you feel guilty at all?"
It was obvious that Fu Xiu lost this round.
He didn't expect Sheng Qianye to describe last night so frankly and naturally.
The air conditioner stopped for a moment, and the hand in the pocket paused for a moment: "... Can you bring up such a thing?"
"Why not?" Sheng Qianye thought of the frustration he felt last night, and his anger, which had calmed down, flared up again. "Why, are you feeling guilty?"
"… "
His Adam's apple rolled: "No, tell me."
Sheng Boss Qianye was full of energy, crossed his legs and pointed to the flat ground: "Do 20 push-ups first."
Fu Xiu: …
"Why?"
"Apologize to me." Sheng Qianye looked at his puzzled expression and felt confused himself.
The man asked calmly, genuinely confused: "Why should I apologize to you?"
Sheng Qianye regained his composure after thinking for a while: "Even if you were drunk and unconscious last night, it doesn't mean that you didn't do it. Shouldn't the sober you apologize for the drunk you?"
He pondered for a moment: "I didn't drink much last night."
"If I were sober, I would still do that."
It is the result of a sober mind, so there is no need to apologize.
Sheng Qianye was shocked by this twisted logic: "… … … "
Although he knew he shouldn't get involved, the assistant couldn't help but whispered, "You two look like a couple quarreling."
Sheng Qianye: “…”
"Shut up."
Assistant: “Oh.”
The two of them were not on the same channel for a long time, and finally Sheng Qianye decided to give up, not because he couldn't beat him, but because he had to film.
She had a lot of scenes to shoot, which lasted from two to seven o'clock. She thought Fu Xiu would have left by the time the filming was over, but he was still sitting under a shed somewhere.
There are many bugs and mosquitoes in the mountains, especially at night. Men have always lived a life of luxury, and their blood is especially delicious, so it is inevitable that their blood will be enjoyed as a good meal.
The crew didn't offer any particularly good conditions, and Fu Xiu only got a fan.
The man was naturally dissatisfied, but due to limited conditions, he could only feel disgusted and had to seriously turn on the manual transmission to fan the air and drive away the insects, but unfortunately it had little effect.
Sheng Qianye was watching his contradictory look and couldn't help but burst out laughing. Just as she started laughing, Refrigeration Air Conditioner looked at her expressionlessly.
As a female artist with good expression management, she immediately restrained her ridicule and turned to serve her boss without hesitation.
"Itchy, boss?"
Fu Xiu listened to the subtext of her words "Why don't you feel itchy to death?" and felt that whatever he said would be redundant.
Sheng Qianye found her bag, pulled out a bottle of Wubi Di and threw it over: "Here."
The man picked up the bottle and examined it for a moment: "For me?"
Very good, it’s another standard idol drama dialogue.
If she were the heroine, she would probably blush and nod her head, and reply with a slow nasal "hmm".
Unfortunately, she is Sheng Qianye.
Sheng Qianye lowered his cheek and nodded, and slowly started with a nasal voice -
"No, I'll just wipe it for you."
"Give it back to me when you're done."
"… "
"Aren't you rich? Why do you have to give in to artists?" She took out another bottle of mosquito repellent spray and sprayed it twice. "A boss who exploits artists is not a good boss."
Fu Xiu said: "Why do you still have the spray?"
"What else? If you take my things away from me, I won't be able to use them anymore?" She patted her ankle twice. "I'm not as selfless as you. I also have to think about myself."
Fu Xiu felt that he was being counter-intuitively implied: "..."
Now that she said so, he had even more reason to take it away.
He put the things in his pocket and heard Sheng Qianye say, "Do you know why I always prepare two things? Not only because I have a younger brother, but also to prevent bosses like you."
Fu Xiu finally couldn't help asking, "Do you use your brain when you're filming idol dramas?"
Sheng Qianye blew his bangs and was about to argue with him to regain his home ground, when he suddenly heard the man continue -
“Why can’t I ever get the point?”
She didn’t know if it was because the lighting was not good at night, but she actually saw him smiling.
The air conditioner could actually laugh. Sheng Qianye found it really horrifying. He took two steps back, and the leaves under his feet rustled.
Not only did the air conditioner smile, but when it saw her retreat, it actually stood up and said, "I'll take you to the hotel."
"No need, I have a driver and an assistant." Sheng Qianye turned around to look for someone.
Fu Xiu said casually: "They have already gone back."
Indeed, he did not find his staff, so Sheng Qianye asked suspiciously, "Why did they go back?"
"I let you do that."
…
You are really good.
With no other choice except Fu Xiu's car, Sheng Qianye had to briefly bow to the boss's power.
Walking to the car, Fu Xiu opened the passenger door. She shook her head and sat in the back seat.
"What are you doing in the back?"
Thinking of the tragedy that happened in the co-pilot seat not long ago, Sheng Qianye gritted his teeth and said, "I'm allergic to your co-pilot seat."
The next day, Fu Xiu did not come to the set. Sheng Qianye looked at an empty spot and actually felt a little lost.
Realizing that he seemed to have lost something, Sheng Qianye's mind began to flash a red light, and his rational zone dangerously indicated that something had deviated.
—She really didn’t want to admit that her masochism had worsened.
On the fourth day, Fu Xiu came again, but this time the secretary got out of the car first while Fu Xiu was still doing something in the car.
Sheng Qianye was behind the secretary when he was chatting with someone. She heard the secretary say mysteriously to a colleague who had a good relationship with him: "The boss was so scary yesterday. Isn't his desk usually full of documents? But two days ago, he suddenly put a bottle of... Unbelievable?"
"It's real, not just a random release. I was staring at it in the afternoon. Why?"
"Why else?" Sheng Qianye couldn't help interrupting, "Because your boss is a pervert, got it?"
The secretary was frightened when she turned around and saw her, but she still responded quickly: "But the boss became such a pervert after pursuing you. You have to take full responsibility!"
Sheng Qianye: "Then I am still the dream of 900 million straight men, so am I also responsible for 900 million straight men?"
Secretary: “…”
My boss saved me, I can't convince her qaq
The dream of 900 million straight men rolled up the script and walked away calmly.
Even though I said this, a part of my heart did soften a little.
It was very strange that Sheng Qianye suddenly wanted to drink lychee sparkling water when he woke up this morning, and the support that Fu Xiu prepared for the crew today was also lychee sparkling water.
She wondered if this man had bribed fate with money and put a worm in her stomach.
She held the tube in her mouth and took two sips, then found Fu Zheng walking towards her against the light.
Sheng Qianye put down the straw and showed his signature fake smile: "Boss, are you here to do charity again?"
"Yes," the air conditioner said in a bland voice, "Unfortunately, in the past, doing charity could get you coverage or donation books, but here it has been a one-way investment so far."
Sheng Qianye clicked his tongue: "Are you hinting at something?"
Fu Xiu lowered his eyes: "You are quite smart today."
"Okay," she said, in an unusually good mood today, "bring me back baby's breath within three hours, and I'll consider it."
Fu Xiu: … ?
The man suddenly paused, and for the first time his calm eyes showed some incredible emotions.
"Take your chance," she held up five fingers, "maybe I'll change my mind in five minutes."
Although she didn't know how credible her words were, Fu Xiu still did not slack off and his figure quickly disappeared from her sight.
Sheng Qianye lowered his head and took another sip of lychee sparkling water.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she suddenly thought it might be a good idea to give it a try.
Maybe I drank something I wanted to drink today, or maybe I just wanted a bunch of baby's breath.
Or... I found that I didn't hate him, and even liked him a little bit.
Two hours and ten minutes later, the man just sent her a message asking her what size shoe she wanted.
Sheng Qianye was just thinking about buying a bouquet of flowers, why are you asking me about my shoe size
But in the end, he replied very "good-temperedly".
The man finally arrived at night.
Sheng Qianye leaned against the tree and glanced at his watch: "You are too late."
"The things you want are too hard to buy, and some are even limited. How can three hours be enough?"
The man panted and put the bag in front of her: "Check it."
"…Yes? Limited edition?" Sheng Qianye was also confused. "What did you buy?"
The bag is opened.
A pair of Cartier's Gypsophila bracelets, an Armani's Gypsophila watch, a pair of Adidas' Gypsophila sneakers, and a bunch of random things...
…
“Oh, so there are so many things called baby’s breath? I had forgotten.” Sheng Qianye turned the things in his hand thoughtfully.
No wonder he took so long, it seems these shoes are really hard to buy.
Fu Xiu leaned on the corner of the table: "What do you mean? This is not what you want?"
He bought almost all the baby's breath that he could find.
"I'm talking about flowers," Sheng Qianye said, "Haven't you heard of baby's breath - flowers?"
The man narrowed his eyes: "But there is a flower shop not far from the studio."
Sheng Qianye's voice became even more straightforward: "Yes."
Realizing something, Fu Xiu paused.
She poked his arm helplessly: "The kind of person that the school talks about who refuses to take the easy-to-scoring questions even if they are given to them - that's you, right?"
He thought she was giving him a difficult test, but he didn't expect that the test was easy from the beginning.
She hadn't planned to embarrass him from the beginning.
Sheng Qianye took off her high heels and changed into a pair of sneakers, which were just the right size.
"It's OK," she stamped her feet, "Just passable."
The two walked to a basketball court outside the set.
Sheng Qianye didn't expect that he had also changed into the same shoes as her. When it got dark, the two pairs of shoes emitted a faint night light at the same time, which was clear and eye-catching.
When it gets dark, they can emit scattered light, which is why this pair of shoes is called "Starry Sky".
There were paparazzi taking pictures outside the fence, and Sheng Qianye didn't bother to cover them. He turned his head and said, "See? This is the price of dating me. You will always be watched by many eyes."
She was giving him a shot of prevention and reminding him of the drawbacks, but he calmly replied, "It doesn't matter. Even if I'm not with you, I'm still being watched by many people."
"… "
Under the night sky, he also asked her: "Have I completed my mission?"
She coughed a few times, stared at her toes and said, "Just make do."
"What does make do mean?"
"It means that if you beg me, I can try to be with you."
The man said nothing, but reached around and grabbed her wrist.
In the basketball court where the only sound was the sound of insects, Sheng Qianye spoke leisurely—
"If you dare to do anything reckless..."
"how?"
She said in a clear voice: "I will join forces with a hundred marketing accounts to make #傅修渣男# the number one trending search, and make Huayan's stock price drop to the limit."
"… "
"good."
Sheng Qianye x Fu Xiu - End -
The author has something to say: The short extra story ends here, it seems like some people say they want to read the long story of this couple
I... I'll think about it...
In this chapter, I just send out two or three hundred red packets to celebrate Fu Xiu's catching up with his girlfriend (?)