After the former actor was forced to open for business

The autumn night at the end of October was colder than expected, and Fan Yue walked aimlessly on the street.

When he came out in a hurry, he didn't even have time to put on the mask, so he could only pull down the hood on his coat to cover his face as much as possible.

The cool breeze made the messy thoughts in his mind gradually clear. Fan Yue took a heavy breath, and looked up at the city in front of him, which was shrouded in night but still trying to light up the night with colorful lights.

He was very much like the one who had been struggling so hard before.

The downtown area at this time was still crowded with people, so he avoided crowded places and turned to the side road.

This place of Yu'an is almost completely unfamiliar to him. Since arriving here, he has only been busy with work, often at two points and one line at the hotel studio, and there are not many outdoor shootings.

Fan Yue was just walking based on feeling at the moment, he didn't know what he was about to face, and he didn't care.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he saw a familiar place in front of him, like the small lake next to the restaurant where Chen Liheng brought him to dinner before starting the machine.

He still remembers the bench by the lake, and he also remembers the words he asked Xia Jincheng when he stood here that day.

—— "Xia Jincheng. Why on earth have you done so much without telling me? You signed me as a 'stained' artist for no reason, and silently helped me deal with all kinds of troublesome things. You are a businessman, and you don't ask for anything. How is it possible to return?"

——"Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

At that time, he asked the question so bluntly with the help of alcohol, but the man still hasn't answered his question yet.

The wind by the lake was cool, and when it blew over him, it brought the scent of the perfume on his body, which was faint, as if it had an elegant and extravagant air.

He doesn't like fragrance, but he can't resist the smell of this perfume alone.

Memories surged in his mind, and he found that everything he could think of now was related to Xia Jincheng.

Fan Yue frowned, remembering the first time that man sent him home, when Fan Dazheng came to ask for money that day, he was seen at his most vulnerable side——

Fan Yue's heart suddenly paused.

He was so impulsive just now, he forgot that his uncle, aunt and Xiaobao lived in the capital.

Fan Dazheng is a lunatic, he will do whatever it takes to get money, if he can't find him, he will definitely go to He Qiaoqiao's trouble, and there is a high probability that he will go straight to the door and play crazy!

What's more, that bastard He Lingrui has always wanted to snatch the child away, and it was He Qiaoqiao who clung to it and threatened that Zhenye would go bankrupt in exchange for the peace during this period.

If Fan Dazheng takes Xiaobao away to find He Lingrui...

Fan Yue didn't dare to think about it anymore, he hurriedly took out his phone.

I have to tell He Qiaoqiao about this as soon as possible, and let my uncle and aunt take Xiaobao to hide in a safe place first.

The phone started to vibrate almost as soon as it was turned on, and various messages popped up, telling him how naive the act of escaping just now was.

Fan Yue crossed out all the news indiscriminately, and called He Qiaoqiao directly.

"Hi, the number you dialed is busy, please try again later..."

Can't get through?Fan Yue couldn't help frowning together.

He called another number instead.

The same notification that he was on a call made Fan Yue's heart go cold.

He has to go back quickly.It's just that this side is mostly a place to enjoy the scenery and walk, and there is no taxi, so Fan Yue hurriedly got up and ran towards the road on the other side of the road.

During this period, the phone suddenly vibrated, and the interface for requesting a call popped up.

It was Xia Jincheng.

Yes, the only one who can help now is Xia Jincheng, who is also in the capital, and Xia Jincheng knows what Fan Dazheng looks like, and knows the danger of this person, so he will definitely help him.

With that in mind, he immediately connected the phone.

"Fan Yue, where are you?" Someone's urgent voice came from the receiver, and Fan Yue could hear that Xia Jincheng couldn't even catch his breath at the moment, "I said that I will take care of everything. , you don't have to worry about—"

"President Xia." He didn't have time to think about anything else, so he interrupted him directly, "Can... do me a favor?"

He rarely talks to people in such a tentative and begging tone, not to others, not to mention Xia Jincheng.

The other party seemed to realize this too, took a deep breath and said, "Okay, tell me."

Listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, Fan Yue felt a rare ripple in his heart. It didn't seem like pure gratitude, but there was a subtle feeling.

But the seriousness of the matter made him have no time to take care of other things, so he only briefly told the story of Fan Dazheng calling him.

It's just that before he finished speaking, the other end of the phone has already responded, "Okay, I'll send bodyguards there right away, and you send me her home address."

"Okay." Fan Yue agreed, and suddenly felt sore in his heart, as if his heart had been twisted by someone. There was no obvious wound, but it was uncomfortable and aggrieved.

He sent the address, and the atmosphere of the call eased a bit.He didn't know whether Xia always forgot to hang up the phone or really didn't intend to hang up. He heard Xia Jincheng order Fu Zhihua to do something in a cold voice, and seemed to be planning to go to He Qiaoqiao's house in person.

"Mr. Xia, there is still half an hour to board the plane. Are you sure where you want to go?" Fu Zhihua reminded him in a low voice.

Xia Jincheng: "Stop talking nonsense, turn around."

Fan Yue was listening here, and he could imagine this person saying this with a cold face in his mind.

"Mr. Xia, I'm sorry to bother you about this matter. In fact, you don't have to go in person, and you still have work to do—"

"My job is you." The man replied so abruptly that his heartbeat paused.

Fan Yue was slightly taken aback, not knowing what he meant by this, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Fortunately, He Qiaoqiao's call came in time, and he said a few words to Xia Jincheng before switching to another call.

"Xiaoyue, you've answered the phone, do you know that you scared me to death!" He Qiaoqiao's voice was crying, and he was really terrified.

Fan Yue was somewhat embarrassed by his childish behavior, "I'm sorry, sister, I'll write a review when I get back to this matter. Tell me first, did Fan Dazheng come to you?"

"He..." He Qiaoqiao faltered for a long time without saying anything.

Fan Yue knew that this woman wanted to hide something from him again, so he simply said it straight: "You don't need to hide it from me, he called me first. I'm sorry, I didn't handle this matter well, so he let him talk again." I found you. Now that Xiaobao and his uncle and aunt are in danger, I have already contacted Mr. Xia to help deal with it, so don’t worry too much. When I go back after filming this time, it’s time to settle with him.”

A taxi happened to be coming, Fan Yue hurriedly hailed the taxi and got on it, and reported the location.

"Xiaoyue," He Qiaoqiao sighed suddenly, "Have you ever thought about how we should repay Mr. Xia for helping us so much?"

Fan Yue didn't know, he could only choose to remain silent.

The person on the other end of the phone asked again: "Perhaps you have not thought about it, or asked him why he would help you like this, help us?"

"I always feel that Mr. Xia is too obviously biased."

It is indeed obvious.

Fan Yue couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

He asked Xia Jincheng this question, but he hadn't waited for his answer.

"Sister, you don't have to worry about this, I will take care of it. I will also protect you, Xiaobao, and uncle and aunt."

Fan Yue comforted He Qiaoqiao a few more words before hanging up the phone.

The phone's battery was less than 10%, he clicked on the chat interface with Xia Jincheng, thinking about what to say.

The car drove forward steadily, the street lights on both sides of the road gradually became dim, and the light in the car also became worse.

Fan Yue sent Xia Jincheng a message: "Mr. Xia, thank you very much this time. Let's meet when I return from Yu'an."

Messages were answered quickly.

Xia Jincheng: "Okay, have you returned to the hotel now?"

Fan Yue: "Well, on the way."

He sent the message, habitually raised his eyes to look out the window, and couldn't help frowning.

The road the taxi is now taking is almost half narrower than the place where he took the taxi. The street lights on both sides are no longer visible, and the whole road is surprisingly quiet, with almost no oncoming cars.

If it wasn't for the light from the car lights outside, Fan Yue would probably be in the darkness right now.

Fan Yue's heart sank slightly.

Even though the set was remote and he ran far away, the hotel he stayed in was still in the city center, no matter which way he walked, it was impossible to reach such a place.

It's just not right, it doesn't feel right.

Fan Yue was not in a hurry to show anything, but only looked up at the man in the driver's seat. He was wearing a black peaked cap, and his figure looked big and thick, not strong.

He silently analyzed his odds of winning one-on-one with this person...

The phone vibrated, and Xia Jincheng's message came again.

Xia Jincheng: "Call me at the hotel."

Fan Yue glanced at the phone with only 2% battery left, and struggled to reply: "It may be a bit difficult."

He then sent another location-sharing link, but the signal in this place is obviously not that good. After sending the link for a long time, there is still a circular sign circling.

Seeing that the phone's battery was only 1% left, he suddenly heard the person driving in front say something.

"The signal here is not good, so you can't send out your news?" The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it seemed a little more terrifying in the dimly lit car.

Fan Yue narrowed his eyes slightly and didn't speak. He wanted to see the man's appearance through the rearview mirror, but found that the man was wearing a mask, revealing only a pair of sneering eyes, and was also looking at him from the rearview mirror.

The man's eyes sent chills down his spine, and the phone ran out of battery at that moment, the screen went black instantly, and the back seat of the taxi was plunged into darkness.

Fan Yue calmed down and put the phone back in his pocket.

The man didn't care whether he answered or not, he laughed to himself twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "I heard that you came here to film a movie. How is it? Is Yu'an still used to the climate?"

This is the same as caring about people, but Fan Yue cares more about another point.

"you know me?"

The car was still driving towards the deeper darkness ahead. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the surrounding light seemed to be darker.

Fan Yue heard the man laugh again.

"Why don't you know me! Fan Yue, the great film star who publicly said he likes men ten years ago, I'm your fan! Every movie of yours..." He suddenly softened his voice, and his gloomy eyes looked from behind. The mirror fell on Fan Yue's body, "I've seen it all."