After the former actor was forced to open for business

"What?" Fan Yue frowned guiltily, carefully hung the suit jacket on the hanger, turned around and went to the living room to pour a glass of warm water.

It's very strange, obviously whether drinking hot water or cold water should depend on one's own mood, but since being corrected by someone, he has subconsciously refused all cold drinks.

"Brother Fan, if you are really in love, you must tell me. In view of the last time..." Lin Lie choked up half of his words, "Anyway, I must check your character. Although if you really like it too much, I will no way……"

His tone sank as he spoke, "But I really don't want to see you become decadent because of this. Really."

Fan Yue's palm was pressed against the wall of the cup, rubbing his fingertips lightly, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

The other end of the phone suddenly exclaimed: "So it's a real talk?!"

Fan Yue: "..."

"No wonder you've been absent-minded lately, and that Mr. Xia runs towards you at every turn. The look in his eyes and the words he said last time, those who didn't know thought it was Zhenggong who came to catch you. Rape—"

Lin Lie analyzed it all by himself, and Fan Yue's head grew dizzy, and he stopped coldly: "Shut up, it's nothing."

"No, you're starting to protect your husband now?"

Fan Yue: "..."

Now he can even imagine Lin Lie's mocking expression when he said this.

Sure enough, the child can't control it when he grows up, not to mention how cute he was when he was a fan.

Probably there was a cold air rushing to the other end along the phone, Lin Lie tactfully did not continue, "Okay, let's stop making trouble. Remember to listen to the music."

"Well, hang up."

Celebrating a birthday is not an easy task, although he didn't need to worry about it from the beginning to the end, but he was already very tired just sitting there and pretending to be very happy.

But no matter how tired he is, he doesn't want to disappoint his friends' kindness.

Fan Yue drank his saliva, and suddenly thought of a line from Chen Lixiao in the script.

"Who's life is not full of hardships and hardships, but some people like to behave like a pug to gain sympathy, while some people bury those things in their hearts and suffer day and night, suffering in pain."

"You haven't suffered what I have suffered, so what right do you have to blame me for living like this?"

Sometimes Fan Yue himself would feel that part of the reason why he likes the character of Chen Lixiao is probably because the two of them have similarities.

There is commonality, so there is resonance.

He took a deep breath and called He Qiaoqiao to ask if he had arrived at the hotel.

"It's here. Mr. Xia asked someone to send Jiang Weiwei and Xie Qingyu back. I have already contacted you. Everyone returned to the hotel safely."

"What about Xia Jincheng?" Fan Yue asked unconsciously, and couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed after the words came out.

Fortunately, He Qiaoqiao just discussed the matter and didn't pay much attention to it, "Mr. Xia? He seems to be flying back tonight. He came here just to celebrate your birthday. Where in the world can you find such a good boss!"

Fan Yue's heart sank slightly, he pursed his lips and did not speak.

The person on the other end of the phone came to his senses, "I didn't expect you to care so much about Mr. Xia. You've made great progress, Xiaoyue! But what did you go with Mr. Xia just now? Did he prepare something else for you? birthday present?"

"En." Fan Yue responded, a little absent-minded, "Sister, you should go to bed early. Good night."

"Hey, tell me—"

After hanging up the phone, Fan Yue's hand paused for a while over the number marked as "Xia Jincheng", but he didn't press it in the end.

He closed the call interface, turned to WeChat, and sent a message to that person.

Fan Yue: "I forgot to give you the clothes."

He held the phone and waited for a while, seeing no reply, he simply put the phone aside, but his eyes still glanced there involuntarily.

I don't know how long it took, but there were two more replies in the chat window.

Xia Jincheng: "Save it and wear it."

Xia Jincheng: "It's been cold recently."

Fan Yue didn't know what to say for a while, but someone who was walking in the airport hall at the moment looked at the "the other party is typing..." above the window and couldn't help but feel good.

Fan Yue: "You went back?"

Xia Jincheng: "I just arrived at the airport."

Fan Yue: "I'll send it to you."

After the message was sent, the call invitation interface popped up.

Fan Yue was stunned for a moment before pressing the connect button, "Hello."

"It's too late, you should go to bed early, don't come here." Xia Jincheng's voice was a little tired, but it was so gentle that it made people's hearts soften.

Fan Yue didn't speak, and didn't know what to say.It was just an excuse that he wanted to send clothes to that person, but he couldn't be sure what it was really for.

He felt that he was really possessed today, he did too many inexplicable things, and his mood fluctuated accordingly.

"Stop talking, it's time for me to board the plane." The person on the other end of the phone seemed to smile, which was very light and attractive.

"Return the clothes when you come back," he said.

Fan Yue nodded subconsciously and said "OK", then paused, thinking that he should say something else.

"Bon voyage." Fan Yue said.

"Well Goodnight."

"Good night."

On the day of Fan Yue's birthday, everything on Weibo was relatively stable, and he only went online in the last few minutes of the night to thank everyone who sent him well wishes.

The first hot comment under the birthday Weibo was from Xia Jincheng. When he replied, his hands trembled for some reason, and he clicked directly into that person's homepage.

Xia Jincheng V: I hope you can take care of yourself [picture]

The picture is a night scene taken from the window of the plane. Under the sky, all the buildings with lights turned into light spots, and there are no rules to follow.

But exceptionally good-looking.

Fan Yue clicked a thumbs up, exited that person's homepage and continued to reply to others.

He doesn't have many friends in the circle, so this matter can be done quickly, and finally, he turned Jiang Weiwei and Xie Qingyu back to the end.

The crew continued filming as usual the next day.

After one autumn rain and one cold, Yu An's temperature also cooled down, and the cold wind continued during filming.

The actors are all fine, but the actresses' clothes are inevitably thinner, and Jiang Weiwei's face turned pale after taking a few photos.

The next scene happened to be Chen Lixiao's rivalry with Ji Xing, and the plot required Chen Lixiao to dress Ji Xing.

For the sake of the camera effect, the material of the dress arranged by the crew was too thin, Fan Yue didn't feel anything when wearing it, and it felt light when held in his hand.

He frowned, and asked He Qiaoqiao for two warm stickers.

""Xinghai" No. 13 games once!"

Chen Lixiao and Ji Xing stood face to face on the rooftop, the wind blew the corners of their clothes, Ji Xing couldn't help shivering.

"How dare you ask me to come to the rooftop if you wear so little." Chen Lixiao said as he took off his coat, took a step forward and put it on Ji Xing's body.

"Thank you." Ji Xing smiled at him, and tightened his collar, "You know why I came here today."

A cold light flickered in Chen Lixiao's eyes, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "You can sacrifice yourself to such an extent for Han Zheng, does he know?"

"It doesn't matter whether he knows it or not." Ji Xing turned his eyes away to look at the scenery outside the rooftop.

The setting sun dyed the sky a blood-red color, and her delicate side face was reflected red, adding a little coquettish beauty.

"I just don't want to owe him. I will pay back everything I owed him. Before I die."

"At that time, you will be able to settle the dispute?" Chen Lixiao's shadow fell on the ground and was stretched very long.

"Ji Xing, should I say you are naive or stupid." He laughed twice, put his arms around her waist, and held her tightly in his arms.

Ji Xing frowned, "I'm still alive, you'd better show some respect."

Chen Lixiao didn't care, the desire in his eyes lingered on her body without any concealment.

After a while, he leaned down and whispered into Ji Xing's ear, "You will not die. I want you to be my prisoner."

"Cut!" Chen Liheng's voice pulled the emotions of the two out of their roles, and Fan Yue let go of his hand and took a half step back to keep a distance from Jiang Weiwei in time.

"Fine, let's take a close-up of the face later!" Director Chen was still yelling, and the makeup artists hurried over to touch up the makeup of the two of them.

Jiang Weiwei took off the windbreaker and handed it back to Fan Yue, "Sure enough, the younger brother is caring, and specially put on warm stickers?"

Fan Yue shook his head and told her to put on the clothes first, "You wear too little."

"Actresses have to be like this." Jiang Weiwei laughed, "I've gotten used to it for so many years."

Fan Yue didn't speak anymore, the makeup artists had already finished their makeup, the director was directing the camera, and the two actors stood facing each other.

The wind on the roof blew again, and he vaguely heard Jiang Weiwei on the opposite side say a word with a smile, it was very light, and then drifted away with the wind.

"Fan Yue, if I didn't know that I have no chance, I really want to chase you."

"Farewell, neither of us has a chance against the other."

……

Before finishing work at night, Fan Yue was first arranged to take off his makeup, but there was no makeup artist in the dressing room for a long time, and Cheng Lu and Xia Yu didn't know where they went.

Fan Yue's cell phone was at He Qiaoqiao's place, and a group of people didn't know where they went at the moment, and he waited for a few minutes but still no one was there.

Just as he was about to get up and go out to find someone, there were several knocks on the door.

"Is Fan Yue there?" Director Chen's voice came from the door.

"Yes." He stood up and walked over to open the door for Chen Liheng.

With a greasy smile on Chen Liheng's face, he walked in with a box in his hand.

"You didn't have time to celebrate your birthday in the crew yesterday, so I will make it up for you today! Happy birthday to you!"

As he spoke, he handed the cake to Fan Yue, smiling so much that the wrinkles on his face could kill a fly.

This obsequious look can rarely be seen on Chen Liheng's face. Fan Yue is a little uncomfortable at the moment, and his movements are a little stiff when he takes the cake.

"Director Chen, you don't have to be so polite."

"No, no, no, you should be polite." Chen Liheng said so, and followed Fan Yue to the sofa.

"Well, Fan Yue, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Sure enough, something happened.

Fan Yue could probably guess what was going on, so he nodded now, "Tell me."

"The script needs to be revised temporarily. At that time, your part may be cut. We mainly want to cooperate with Fang Ji. Look at this..." Chen Liheng rubbed his hands nervously, "Can you not let Mr. Xia Know?"

"President Xia?" Fan Yue frowned.

Most of the cuts involved the actors. He didn't understand why Chen Liheng would come to discuss with him in a humble manner and not tell Xia Jincheng.Even if it's Xia's investment, there's no need to be so cautious, right?

"Hey, last time Mr. Xia was so angry that he replaced half of the actors in the crew, and Zhenye Culture was about to disband. This time, if Mr. Xia finds out about the cuts of your scenes, and another big change, it will be fine. If the funds allow it, the actors and the staff in the group can't stand it anymore!" Chen Liheng said with a sigh, "Don't tell him, okay? I'll go to Fang Ji to discuss it later. Come on, your role will not be too much less."

That's what happened.

Fan Yue lowered his eyes and smiled, rubbing his fingers lightly at the ends of his eyebrows.

"Director Chen, it's useless for you to tell me about it. If Mr. Xia wants to know, he doesn't need to ask me at all."

Chen Liheng paused for a moment, his face was not very good.

"If you want to change the script, you can. As long as the change is reasonable, I believe Mr. Xia will have no objection just like me." Fan Yue tilted his head and said with a faint smile, "Don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. You Right?"

Although Mr. Xia is much more handsome than a ghost.