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Fu Mingyuan stared at the animated picture for a while, then turned his head to look at Du Jing who was sitting next to him, buckled the phone upside down on his lap, and rubbed the back of the phone with his fingers.

How could this man be so unrefined.

In order to make a movie, his hair was shaved short and his ears were directly exposed to the air.

Du Jing chatted with the director who was sitting with the mobile phone, turned his head, stared at Fu Mingyuan's ear for a while, then looked up at the air conditioner in the lounge.

"Are you hot?" Because of the limited space at the mall, the actors participating in this promotion were all crowded together, and the air was not well circulated.

It's normal to get hot.

Hearing this, Fu Mingyuan's originally sitting straight body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and Du Jing didn't notice it.

He got up to find water for Fu Mingyuan.

After he went to get the water and handed it to Fu Mingyuan, Fu Mingyuan made a calm face and responded in a low voice.

Du Jing: "Did you have a fever without rest? Why don't you go back to City A tonight?"

Fu Mingyuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his eyes still a little tangled.

Du Jing: …it’s not like that, Fu Mingli also has an aunt who takes care of him at home, and he doesn’t die from starvation.

After a while, Fu Mingyuan took a sip of water.

He touched the phone case again, and then said: "Du Jing."

My throat became hoarse, probably because I didn't get a good rest for days.

Hearing Du Jing frowned slightly, thinking that he had to prepare some medicine for a while.

He didn't go abroad with Fu Mingyuan, there are still a lot of things on the company side.

"What's the matter with your voice..." Before Du Jing finished speaking, Fu Mingyuan stood up.

Turn the phone to the camera interface and pass it to Du Jing.

Du Jing:?

Fu Mingyuan lifted his chin slightly and motioned for him to continue.

Then he walked to the door and confirmed that no one else would appear in the background, and then said calmly, "Take me a picture."

Du Jing was stunned for two seconds before reacting, and took the phone: "Weibo is willing to be open?"

He fiddled with it for a while, then exited from the original camera, and found that there was really no beauty camera app on the phone, so he resigned and returned the original camera.

Fu Mingyuan leaned against the door frame and frowned slightly when he heard Du Jing's words.

"It's over time for business. Would you like to take pictures without my mobile phone? Take a few group photos in a while. Your original Apple camera is too ruined..."

"No."

"For a while, those female stars..." Du Jing heard something else in his voice, ah.

"Did you speak?"

He pointed the camera at Fu Mingyuan, and then saw the face and figure of Fu Mingyuan who had no P and no beauty under the camera, and he couldn't help but groan in his heart.

Fu Mingyuan squeezed his eyebrows, leaned back slightly, and stretched his right leg forward.

I heard from the same group of actresses before that this posture can make the legs look long.

He repeated it again: "It's not a Weibo."

"I don't open a shop, what's the business?"

"Then what are you doing with this?" Du Jing's originally gratified smile turned into a horrified face.

At the same time, countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

He looked at Fu Mingyuan, who was still keeping the posture of stretching his right leg and leaning back, and asked the question from the bottom of his heart: "You won't... film it for the anchor, right?"

After asking, Du Jing felt that the sky was falling.

"Did you fall off the horse!" Because there was someone next to him, he could only squeeze his throat, but the sad expression on his face couldn't conceal it.

Fu Mingyuan moved his legs and frowned, "What are you thinking about?"

"He wants a live photo of Fu Mingyuan."

Du Jing:...

"Aren't you!"

Fu Mingyuan lowered his head slightly: "Well...I am not with him."

Du Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This hasn't fallen off the horse, it can be saved.

Then he thought for a while and commanded: "You take a picture here, it doesn't look like a normal picture."

Fu Mingyuan tilted his head and glanced at him.

Not showing long legs?

"After a while, when you are on stage with them, I will take two snapshots of you."

After that, he stuffed the phone back to Fu Mingyuan: "You are leaning on the door, what kind of broken posture?"

The legs that were already long look longer.

"Yeah." Fu Mingyuan replied, a touch of regret flashed in his eyes.

As soon as the two of them put away their phones, an actress ran over with a shy expression and looked at Fu Mingyuan with embarrassment.

"Um... Brother Fu, can you take a picture together?"

…

Shen Qi didn't wait for the passerby photo, but waited for the long-lost business update on Fu Mingyuan's Weibo.

—A group photo with all the filmmakers of this public welfare film.

A bunch of fans screaming groundhogs on Weibo.

Shen Qi squeezed in the middle, learned to scream, and then clicked to save the photo.

Fu Mingyuan in the middle of the photo is also the most handsome and outstanding.

By the time it was posted on Weibo, the promotion had ended.

After reading Weibo, Shen Qi lay on the bed, flipping through some materials purchased by the house.

The information was too cumbersome, and he was dizzy.

He didn't look at it for a while, then fell asleep on the bed.

In the autumn night, it suddenly rained heavily.

Shen Qi slept unsteadily, and the rain was too loud, hitting the window edge.

He went back to that year.

When I woke up, it was obviously gloomy and cold, and I was in a cold sweat.

He supported his forehead with one hand, gasping-breathing violently for a while before he was relieved.

Then grinned and smiled silently.

However, this smile could not continue to the bottom of his eyes, and his eyes gradually turned red.

His body was too sticky, he glanced at the time and got up to take a bath.

Ten minutes later, Shen Qi checked the news.

"Twenty Thousand Yuan" sent him a few photos.

In the first picture, at the event, Fu Mingyuan stood among several actors, holding the microphone with his lips pressed.

In the second picture, he interacted with the fans and handed them a doll with a gentle expression.

In the third picture, he seemed to see the lens, his eyes focused.

Shen Qi's interface stayed on the focused photo for a long time.

Then switch back to the chat interface.

Your brother Qi: Thank you brother:)

Your brother Qi: Looks like this, he is more handsome than A

fmy:...

fmy: Still not sleeping?

Shen Qi wiped his hair with a towel, typing was inconvenient, so he simply made a voice.

Because he had just got up and took a shower, his voice was a little dull.

"Just woke up." He sniffed.

Fu Mingyuan was stunned.

Typing speed is much slower than before.

fmy: I received the signed photo, thank you

He took a photo. Under the dim light, the photos sent by Shen Qi were neatly arranged by him.

He seems to remember the chronological order of all the photos.

Shen Qi let out a cry.

Suddenly I feel a little hot in my ears.

Moreover, he really wants to do one thing now.

He threw the towel aside, leaned against the head of the bed, and whispered: "It's past twelve o'clock, don't you sleep?"

Fu Mingyuan felt a bit hot on the palm of his hand.

He clicked on the voice and listened to it several times before replying: Not for the time being.

Shen Qi laughed.

Your brother Qi: Brother, can you make a WeChat voice call?

The author has something to say: Yes, I also want to fight

Uuuuu, are you all damaged and you have to be fattened? QWQ

Thank you nutrient solution and Lei