The director is denying the relationship again [entertainment circle]

Zheng Yilan didn't want to hear his words that sounded like comforting people.

She said angrily: "I have already done public relations about your negative comments. In the future, I will try to avoid contact with Lu Xia in front of the camera except for work. Can this be done?"

Fu Zhiyang crushed the candy, rolled the candy stick back and forth with his fingers, and gave a less serious "um".

He was obviously perfunctory, Zheng Yilan got angry and hung up the phone directly.

Facts have proved that Zheng Yilan's public relations are doing well. Malicious speculation about Fu Zhiyang was gradually suppressed by the trolls pretending to be passers-by. The marketing account posted Wen Anli overnight. ——"I rely on me, rely on me, this beauty is amazing!" "Oh my god, this competition is very rich in gold, and my little brother's acting skills are explosive!" "Fuck, gentle scum, please support me!" Kill me, climb the wall decisively!"

In this circle, appearance is king.

What's more, Fu Zhiyang's acting skills are really impressive.

Chaohua was established overnight and attracted a lot of enthusiasm.

……

Early the next morning, Fu Zhiyang was washing his face when there was a light knock on the door.

Meng Xue stood outside, holding the bag he left on the car before taking the makeup photo yesterday, smiled and said, "Good morning, brother Zhiyang."

"morning."

Fu Zhiyang leaned against the door frame, with a towel still hanging around his neck, reached out to take the bag, and glanced at a certain door opposite.

The door was closed, with no sign of opening.

"Oh, that's right." Meng Xue's eyes lit up, as if remembering something, she hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her pocket, tapped it a few times and handed it to him, her voice couldn't hide her excitement: "To Brother Yang, you Gained 100 million followers overnight!"

She was eagerly expecting Fu Zhiyang to show a surprised expression, but he just raised his eyebrows and didn't seem to care much: "Really?"

Then he smiled in a low voice: "Could it be that Sister Zheng bought it?"

Meng Xue froze for a moment, then quickly waved her hands and said, "How is it possible, Sister Zheng wouldn't do this." As if afraid that he wouldn't believe it, she added: "A lot of people are praising you on Weibo."

Fu Zhiyang nodded, and bent the corners of his mouth casually.

Before Meng Xue left, she didn't forget to ask: "There is a restaurant outside the hotel, and the production team usually eats there. Do you want to go down to eat, or should I bring it here?"

"Go down and eat."

The restaurant is not far from the hotel, you can see it at a glance, and you can faintly smell the aroma of the steamed buns just out of the cage.

The restaurant is small, and the tables are clean and tidy. The interior is obviously cleaned frequently, and there are almost no oil stains.

The proprietress was busy in and out wearing an apron. When she saw someone standing at the door, she greeted him enthusiastically, "Does the handsome guy want to come in and have something to eat?"

Fu Zhiyang closed the door with his backhand, looked at the menu posted on the wall, and thought for a while: "One soup dumpling, one bowl of black rice porridge."

The proprietress repeated his words in a long voice, and a man's reply came from inside: "Okay!"

Fu Zhiyang sat down at a random place, and scanned the QR code on the upper right corner of the table. The familiar voice of receiving money came from the counter, but it was covered by other voices before it subsided.

The door curtain was thrown open, and the creaking sound of the glass door in disrepair was particularly ear-piercing.

"Boss! Bring a soup dumpling, take it away."

Aya fanned herself and stood at the vent of the air conditioner. She was blinded by sweat when she came in just now, and only then did she notice that there was another person sitting in the corner.

She obviously recognized Fu Zhiyang, but she opened her mouth but couldn't find a suitable address, and finally said: "Mr. Fu, what a coincidence, you also come here for dinner."

"Just call me by my name." Fu Zhiyang laughed, and then asked casually, "Director Lu asked you to buy food?"

Aya nodded.

Lu Xia only ate soup dumplings in the morning. The first time she ate it, she still hated the taste. After eating it a few times, she got used to it and didn't even look at other meals.

"He eats in his room every day?" Fu Zhiyang looked at her and asked.

He took the initiative to mention Lu Ya, and Aya couldn't help but say a few more words: "It's not every day, sometimes I eat in my room when I'm too lazy to get up or feel uncomfortable."

While talking, the soup dumplings were just steamed. The proprietress carefully carried a drawer and put it on the table in front of Fu Zhiyang, wiped her hands on the apron, and said with a smile: "Eat slowly, be careful not to burn it."

Fu Zhiyang didn't move his chopsticks, his face was obscured by the heat, and he waited until the proprietress walked away before saying, "Then he is not feeling well this time?"

He used interrogative sentences, but it made people feel inexplicably certain.

Aya slightly hesitated, scratching his head: "I'm not sure about that, but he's listless the next day after drinking, I don't know if he's uncomfortable..."

Fu Zhiyang's eyebrows twitched, and he heard the hidden meaning in her words, and asked in a deep voice: "He didn't say that he had a stomach problem?"

"Ah?" Aya opened her mouth wide, with a blank expression on her face: "No."

"Girl! Your soup dumpling is packed." The proprietress shouted from the counter.

"Hey." Aya responded, ran over to carry the bag, then turned back and sat down opposite Fu Zhiyang, frowning and asked seriously: "Does Director Lu really have a stomach problem? He never told me... I said why he has a bad face when he drinks, so that's the case."

Aya sighed.She has been taking care of Lu Yan sincerely for the past few years, but she didn't expect him to bear the pain and not tell her. Immediately, she felt helpless and distressed, and then suddenly reacted...

How did Fu Zhiyang know that he had a stomach problem?

She remembered Lu Xia's half-truth and half-false words in the car yesterday, hesitated for a moment and asked, "How do you know?"

Fu Zhiyang said, "Guess."

Aya: "..."

These two words are really similar to Lu Xia's "fake".

Forget it, I will ask Lu Xia personally later.

If you don't go back, the steamed stuffed buns will be cold. Aya was just about to say hello and leave when the proprietress came out with two dishes of side dishes and said with a smile on her face, "This is a freshly made pickle. If you don't mind it, take it home and try it."

The two dishes of pickles look similar, and they look quite appetizing.

The proprietress put down a dish casually, and pushed it in front of Fu Zhiyang, looking for a bag to pack the other dish for Aya to take back.

"Hey--"

"and many more--"

The two spoke at the same time, but the proprietress paused: "What...what's the matter?"

Aya blinked, and looked at Fu Zhiyang inexplicably.

Fu Zhiyang smiled: "It's nothing, I just think that another dish may be more to my liking."

Aya was taken aback, and then smiled in surprise: "What a coincidence, Director Lu happens to not eat carrots, so why not change it?"

The lady proprietress exchanged two plates of pickles for one, and Aya happily carried them back to the hotel.

Lu Xia woke up and fell back asleep, curled up in a ball under the quilt, gritted her teeth with a headache, and yelled impatiently when she heard the knock on the door: "Wait a minute!"

He propped himself up and got up, covered his head with a "hiss", and it took a long time for him to feel less dizzy.

The shoes were kicked here and there, so he didn't bother to get them, so he just went to open the door with bare feet.

Aya was in a daze, and was startled by the sound of the door opening. When she looked up, her director Lu wrinkled his face with disheveled hair, and almost wrote the word "uncomfortable" on his face.

"Where's the meal?" Lu Xia spat out two words.

His lips were bloodless, and his eyelids were drooping listlessly. It looked like he had been suffering all night, but he was still able to bear it to death.

What's wrong!

Aya gritted her teeth secretly: "Director Lu, do you want me to call you 120 now?"

"How can there be such nonsense." Lu Xia tilted her head lazily, and reached out to grab the lunch box in Aya's hand, but she dodged it.

"Hurry up and give it to me, I'm starving to death." Lu Yan said angrily.

"I'll take you to the hospital after dinner." Aya said while stalemate with him, and it was the first time she dared to disobey him so boldly.

Lu Yan laughed angrily at her, rubbed her temples, closed her eyes and leaned against the door frame, and said after a while, "I've taken the medicine."

Aya curled her lips: "I believe you ghost."

"Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask..." Lu Yan's voice stopped abruptly, and she swallowed the name that almost blurted out, "Believe it or not." She snatched the bag while she was off guard, and then remained expressionless. slam the door.

Aya: "..."

No matter how much she stomped her feet angrily outside the door, Lu Yan wolfed down two soup dumplings, and her hungry and sore stomach felt a little better.

He grabbed the water glass and took a sip of water, his eyes fell on a certain place——

The two boxes of medicine were placed on the bedside, the packaging was torn to pieces, like a dog chewing on them.

Lu Yan has a problem, no matter what the packaging box is, he doesn't open it in the usual way, he has to find another way, and every time he unpacks it, he can't bear to look directly at it.

He picked it up, and barely put together the scattered pieces of paper, and when he loosened his hand, it fell all over the ground.

"..."

Lu Xia sighed heavily, and simply took out the medicine tablet, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly pushed the door out with his slippers on.

He raised his eyes and scanned the room numbers on the opposite side. If he remembered correctly, only the one diagonally opposite was unoccupied at first.

He walked over, and the medicine board in his hand was creaking. Director Lu, who was always firm and uncompromising, hesitated at the door for a full minute.

He raised his hand several times, and finally knocked on the door reluctantly.