Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

Xing Tian knew that the mean and cold-faced manager didn't like Yan Zixiao very much, but Yan Zixiao just finished confessing his love to him, and his whole body's blood boiled when he heard it. Little Swallow flicked his face?

Xing Tian called his manager's attention back, and asked with a smile, "Lu Wei, has the premiere of "Warring States" been postponed?"

Lu Wei turned back to his black face: "Do you still know your job?"

"This injury... I didn't mean it..." Xing Tian covered his chest again, pretending to be uncomfortable.

"The company's senior management disagrees with the postponement of the premiere ceremony, so we can only adjust your promotional schedule. After all, "Warring States Policy" has been scheduled for release on New Year's Day two months ago. And this time the premiere ceremony is luxurious, please Many well-known big names in the industry and several big companies in Hollywood have changed the premiere time around the world, and it will be difficult to coordinate work alone. But your elder brother still issued a mandatory order, saying when you Heal your wounds, when will the premiere ceremony be held again, and even intend to adjust the film schedule to the Spring Festival."

"There must be a lot of trouble at the theater and the propaganda side..."

Lu Wei snorted, "It's good that you have self-knowledge, you're good, you have to make such a mess at the critical moment."

"Then you send a message to my elder brother. At worst, I won't attend the premiere."

"If you want to say it yourself, you're hurt, and your elder brother has a bad temper recently." Lu Wei's gaze quietly nodded at Yan Zixiao.

Xing Tian stretched his waist: "Then I have to recover from my injury as soon as possible, and try to minimize the loss this time."

The two chatted for a while about work matters, and A Xu Pidianpidian held a basin of freshly washed grapes and banged open the door with his head.

"Be careful, you're reckless." Lu Wei's tone of accountability contained a hint of distress.

A Xu ignored Lu Wei, and held the grapes in front of Xing Tian as if offering a treasure.Xing Tian smiled and praised A Xu for being so considerate. A Xu wiped away his tears and said pitifully, "Boss, how did you get hurt? Lu Wei dislikes my lack of IQ and won't tell me the truth."

"A car accident."

"Liar, Lu Wei said that his ribs were broken by a machine when he was filming an advertisement."

"Oh, that's because I shot an advertisement, I broke three ribs!"

A Xu heard Xing Tian's perfunctory intention, and Xing Tian kept winking at Lu Wei, implying that Lu Wei should hurry up and fuck the disobedient little assistant.

Lu Wei had no expression on his face, and responded with a sharp eye knife - he deserved it.

"It's me." Unexpectedly, Yan Zixiao who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

Xing Tian and Lu Wei looked at Yan Zixiao in surprise.

A Xu frowned: "Director Yan?"

"Because of my personal grievances, Xing Tian was injured." Yan Zixiao said frankly.

When Zhu Xiaoxu heard this, he naturally froze for a second and turned into a berserk state. He picked up a fruit plate and threw it at Yan Zixiao's face.

Yan Zixiao didn't dodge, the man was covered in crimson juice and puree.

Xing Tian said angrily: "A Xu!"

A Xu pointed at Yan Zixiao's nose: "Boss, is what he said true?"

Yan Zixiao lowered her head and said while cleaning up the messy ground, "It's true."

A Xu stared at Yan Zixiao viciously.

Yan Zixiao didn't even look up, and said slowly: "Xing Tian, ​​I know your purpose of blocking the news." Xing Tian is a public figure with a lot of fanatic fans, if the outside world finds out that he is a little guy named Yan Zixiao Blocking the gun, not to mention that extreme fans will vent their grievances on Yan Zixiao, Yan Zixiao will definitely be completely exposed by the crazy media... For ordinary people, this kind of "destructive" fame Ways can only destroy a peaceful life.

"But I don't want to see you 'deceive' the friends who care about you the most, and let you maintain and defend me in such a negative and embarrassing way... I, Yan Zixiao, do things alone. If your relatives, friends, fans, Even if everyone in this world is angry and complains against me, I have no objection."

A subtle light flashed in Xing Tian's eyes——

This man is always like a fascination, always using his most unexpected moves to attract him firmly.

The boy punched and kicked in Lu Wei's arms, but his sturdy aura gradually weakened, as if he was trying to tell whether Yan Zixiao's explanation was true or false.

The nurse who made the ward rounds appeared in time and repeatedly told the patient to rest, so Lu Wei took the boy away with great difficulty.

"I'll go out too, you just finished eating, sleep for a while." Yan Zixiao picked up the broken fruit plate and prepared to go out.

"Swallow Xiao!"

"Ok?"

"I'm not tired, you can talk to me for a while!"

"Xing Tian, ​​you are not a child, can you listen to the doctor's words carefully?"

"Then you sit by my bed, and I can only fall asleep watching you."

Knowing that Xing Tian was not a good servant, Yan Zixiao sat by the bed.

"Come closer to me." Xing Tian took a wet towel and gently wiped off the peel between Yan Zixiao's forehead.

Yan Zixiao looked away in embarrassment.

Xing Tian tried his best to stick out his upper body, aimed at Yan Zixiao's brows and eyes, and branded a flattering kiss: "Yan Zixiao, don't mind A Xu..."

"He's a good assistant, so to protect you, you shouldn't hide it from him, including anyone who really cares about you." Yan Zixiao rolled his eyes, as if he had long forgotten the unhappiness A Xu caused in the ward.

"how about you?"

"What's the meaning."

"Do you care about me?"

"What do you think."

"I didn't think so before, but today I'm sure." Xing Tianle snickered, grabbed Yan Zixiao's hand, and pointed at the delicate lines on the palm: "Actually, you have already liked me."

"impossible."

"why?"

"At first I didn't have time to hide from you."

"Damn it, was I the God of Plague in your heart before? Is my image very frustrating?"

"Not going anywhere."

"Then when did you think that I'm actually not bad..."

"Xing Tian, ​​can you stop and sleep for a while?"

"Obey, my wife!" Xing Tian closed his eyes obediently.

Yan Zixiao's face suddenly turned green, wishing to lift Xing Tian from the bed and fix it, this guy is full of bad water.

Xing Tian stopped joking, his breathing gradually softened, and the suppressed smile on his face slowly melted away, which was deeply reflected in Yan Zixiao's eyes and heart...

Hey, he really can't do anything about him.

******

Xing Tian's physical fitness is excellent, the gunshot wound healed quickly, and he was able to get out of bed in a few days.Therefore, more and more people came to visit Xing Tian, ​​with various names, including colleagues in the company, artists with good connections in the circle, representatives of fans from all over the country, and even a large number of people. His past lovers, gun|friends.

Afraid of revealing the dark history, Xing Tian made up a nonsense reason and arranged for the hospital to let him be discharged early.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, the sky was clear, white clouds drifted leisurely, and the temperature of the warm winter sun was just right, making the person drowsy in the sun.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Xing Tian threw a piece of bread into the lake to feed his big white goose.

"Boss—"

Xing Tian immediately opened his arms to welcome the child who threw himself into his arms.

"Lele, slow down." Yan Zixiao told her son, worried that her son's movements would be too violent and hit Xing Tian's wound.

Yan Cheng stretched out his little hand cautiously, and touched Xing Tian's chest: "Boss, does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Dad said you were hurt here."

"The wound has healed." Xing Tian pinched the child's tender face: "How about you, have you been behaving well recently?"

Yan Cheng took out a painting from his schoolbag. The painting style is cute and childlike, and the color matching is harmonious and warm. "This is my work for participating in the city's children's painting competition."

"Did you win the prize?"

"second prize."

"Hahaha, not bad, I will win the first prize next time." Later, he will frame and collect it as a souvenir of the child's childhood.

Xing Tian and the child got along very happily, Yan Zixiao didn't bother, and planned to go back to the room to get a blanket for Xing Tian to keep out the cold.

Passing the living room, Yan Zixiao heard two nannies talking quietly——

"Sister Liu, do you think so too?"

"Yes, it's really similar, especially the nose and mouth."

"The hair on the top of the young master's head is swirling to the left, and this child's hair is also swirling to the left; the young master is allergic to mangoes. I accidentally asked the child's father, but the child can't eat mangoes either; and the dimples on his face..."

Yan Zixiao frowned and coughed lightly. When the two nannies heard the person coming, they quickly forced a smile on their faces: "So it's Mr. Yan."

"Soup from the kitchen..."

"It's ready, young master, do you want to drink it now?"

"Oh no, wait a while. I'll get him a blanket. It's winter and it's cold."

The nanny immediately eliminated the tension in her eyes and concentrated on her work, as if the inappropriate chat just now had never happened.

Due to Xing Tian's efforts to persuade him to stay, Yan Zixiao took his son to live in Huating temporarily.

On Friday night, Yan Zixiao was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and Pang Hua, the child's art tutor, showed up at the villa on time.

Today's homework is the most basic sketch, the child is alone in the study, honestly drawing eggs.

"Mr. Pang, I heard that you are going to exchange at the xx Art Academy in Europe recently?" Xing Tian asked.

"En." Pang Hua flipped through Xing Tian's private collection of rare paintings.

"Then what about my baby's class?"

"Add it later."

"I don't think it's necessary, why don't you take Lele to Europe together, and help Lele cultivate what is the real literary sentiment."

When Pang Hua first became famous in the painting circle, he was Xing Tian's private teacher, and he was not polite at all: "I'm not a nanny."

"Someone will take care of the child. My baby is also an apprentice taught by you yourself. I think you like children very much. You can also take this opportunity to get closer to your mentor and apprentice with my baby."

Pang Hua turned his head, and the collar of the cheap suit drew a red mark on his neck: "I refuse."

"How about this, you take Lele to Waiguo to gain knowledge, and I will help you build five Hope Primary Schools,"

Pang Hua remained silent, Xing Tian knew that the master was moved.

"I'll send someone to go through the formalities." Xing Tian said cheerfully. In fact, he also knew that in order to ask Pang Hua to teach his son, the extremely valuable houses he gave to the teacher, Pang Hua didn't take the keys, so he immediately changed hands , putting money into those small but great causes of love...

After the dinner was ready, Yan Zixiao respectfully invited the master to the table.

Not surprisingly, Pang Hua once again rejected Yan Zixiao's kindness, picked up his shabby briefcase, and disappeared into the howling night wind.