Report to the president, your actor has run away again

Fu Xin looked at him expressionlessly: "Do you believe it if I screw your head off?"

Fu Zhao hurriedly put his head in his hands: "Why do you look like Bao Hao wins himself, but it's a pity, I'm a fan of Bo Zong." 35

Fu Xin was too lazy to talk to him. What could he say? He said that he almost applauded Bai Jinyu last night when his brain got hot, but he couldn't do it. In the end, he secretly hid in the bathroom thinking about Tang Ruan's face. 15

So fucking magical.

Fu Xin still can't imagine what it was like when he leaned against the foggy wall in the bathroom and said Tang Ruan's name to vent. 2

All he knew was that looking at his own children and grandchildren, and thinking about Tang Ruan's face, he was so damn powerful again. 2

Looking back now, when he got hard on Bai Jinyu, he seemed to be thinking the same thing.

Fu Xin scratched his hair irritably. The messy and slightly curly hair set off the handsome and deep face, giving it a more decadent look.

"Okay, okay, let's go," Fu Zhao glanced at his watch, "If you don't go to your old lover's place, it will begin."

The first press conference when returning to China is usually more grand.

However, Tang Ruan was different. He didn't wear a suit, and he didn't even bother to take care of his hair and makeup. Naturally, he was so casual that he didn't look like a movie star who had just returned from an international reputation, but like a college student who hadn't experienced much in the world.

With a face that God enjoys eating, even if Tang Ruan is dragging along the red carpet in pajamas, he can still become the only focus of various cameras. 1

The press conference went smoothly, and the questions from various reporters were quite satisfactory.Fu Xin sat on the VIP seat in the middle, his eyes fixed on Tang Ruan on the stage.

But they didn't even give him a look. 3

Fu Xin continued to stare.

The people on stage continued to ignore him.