After the former actor was forced to open for business

"It's me, Xia Jincheng." The person outside the door said so.

Fan Yue was taken aback, and half of the damp and cold feeling around his body disappeared in an instant.He raised his hand to support the sofa and stood up, walking unsteadily towards the door.

The moment the door opened, he saw Xia Jincheng's frowning face, the anxiety on that person's face was obvious.

Fan Yue looked at him, his voice fluttering, "Why are you here?"

"What's the matter with you?" Xia Jincheng entered the room without any explanation, and saw the cup of hot water on the table and the mud on the ground that obviously did not belong to Fan Yue, and his brows frowned even tighter.

Fan Yue took half a step back and almost fell, but Xia Jincheng held his arm and was able to stand still.

At this moment, his consciousness has recovered, and he pretended to be okay, his cheeks and eyes were still slightly red, "I'm fine. How does Mr. Xia...know about my family?"

"I know everything." Xia Jincheng looked at him and said without thinking, a pair of dark eyes showed a nervous look for the first time, "How are you, what's the matter with your face?"

The distance between the two was so close that he could almost feel Xia Jincheng's breathing.Fan Yue hurriedly took a step back to keep a distance from that person, "It's nothing, just rubbing for a while."

As he spoke, he didn't mean to make Xia Jincheng sit down, he just said: "President Xia, if you have nothing to do, go back first, I'm quite tired today."

Seeing that this person didn't intend to say anything, Xia Jincheng's face turned cold.

He was really impulsive just now. Seeing Fan Dazheng coming out of the community, his heart suddenly jumped, and he rushed upstairs without thinking.

"I'm sorry." He said in a deep voice, "Then go to bed early."

Fan Yue smiled, the smile was pale and feeble, "President Xia, go slowly."

Seeing Xia Jincheng's back disappear behind the door, Fan Yue couldn't recover for a long time.

It was obvious that this person appeared suddenly just now, and he was inexplicably worried about him, but his back was so lonely when he left, which made people feel guilty and distressed.

Fan Yue breathed heavily, sat on the sofa, curled up his whole body, stared at the cup of hot water on the table, until it stopped steaming and cooled down, leaving a cold cup...

When I opened my eyes again, it was already nine o'clock in the morning of the next day.

After sleeping on the sofa all night, Fan Yue's nose was red and he couldn't help sneezing.

He suddenly heard the phone vibrate a few times, and then the room became quiet.

The phone is out of battery, and the call just now is likely to be from He Qiaoqiao.

Fan Yue stood up with a heavy body and went into the room to charge the battery. He walked very slowly, as if he would fall if he went too fast.

The shooting of the magazine photo shoot was scheduled for the afternoon, and at this moment He Qiaoqiao called, most likely to ask him what he would have for lunch——

Or whether it survived the storm last night.

Fan Yue went to the bathroom slowly to wash his face, and the cold tap water instantly woke him up.

Fan Dazheng's words last night and Xia Jincheng's sudden appearance all came back to his mind, he looked at his faintly flushed cheeks in the mirror and frowned.

His nose was stuffy and he seemed to have a cold.

Fan Yue took the medicine in the bedroom and came out to find a glass of water to put the pills down, but when he saw the glass of cold water on the table in the living room, he couldn't help being startled.

He took the water glass to the kitchen, poured out the water and washed it several times, then poured another glass of warm water and swallowed the pills.

After taking the cold medicine, it is easy to feel sleepy, Fan Yuewo squinted on the bed for a while, and then turned on the phone again to check the call that he could not receive just now.

The missed call was indeed He Qiaoqiao's, but there was another strange call he did not receive, and Fan Yue looked familiar with that number.

It was almost eleven o'clock when He Qiaoqiao called again.

Fan Yue connected: "Sister."

"You have a cold?" With such a simple word, He Qiaoqiao could already hear his nasal voice, "What's going on? Could it be that Mr. Xia kicked you out last night and let you sleep on the street? It shouldn't be. , I think President Xia quite likes you..."

"No." Fan Yue sniffed. In fact, he was already much better than when he just woke up in the morning. "I didn't sleep well, I was freezing."

He Qiaoqiao began to exhort like an old mother again: "How old are you and you are so dishonest in sleeping, have you taken your medicine? There is still filming in the afternoon, can you do it?"

Every time he heard He Qiaoqiao's cannon-like words, he felt warm in his heart, at least someone still missed him.

He laughed twice, because his nose was stuffy and his laughter was muffled, "I'm fine, I've already taken the medicine, sister, don't worry."

He Qiaoqiao's nagging came to an end, and he turned to ask another question, "Last night...did uncle go to your house?"

Fan Yue was silent for two seconds and said, "Yes."

The other end of the phone suddenly became tense, "How, did he hit you? Did he come to ask for money again? I'll go to your house now. It just so happens that your aunt made your favorite eggplant with minced meat. I'll bring you some past."

He Qiaoqiao was so confused, he didn't care whether Fanyue answered or not, anyway, he hung up the phone after saying a few more words, and drove to Fanyue's house.

Fan Yue has long been used to the operation of his cousin, but his head is heavy and his body is heavy. After lying on the bed for a while, he gets up and starts to tidy up.

The afternoon shoot was his first photo shoot after his comeback. I remember that when I was in the hospital two days ago, I still disliked my previous photos with someone, but the first thing I arranged after signing the contract was to take a new photo shoot.

I don't know if it was a coincidence or that person specially arranged...

As Fan Yue thought about it, he suddenly remembered what Xia Jincheng said last night when he came.

- "I know everything."

Knowing that he had entanglements with Pei Qing ten years ago, knowing what he was thinking, knowing which neighborhood he lived in, and even knowing his house number...

Why did Xia Jincheng take the initiative to sign the contract?Jinyue Entertainment has been announcing to the outside world that it has no plans to sign an artist. Why did he come to the door as soon as he came back?

Before Fan Yue could figure out why, he heard the door open.

He Qiaoqiao came into the house with lunch, and arranged all the food on the table, but when he looked up, he saw the windbreaker on the sofa.

"Xiaoyue, when did you buy clothes? This windbreaker is not your style." She picked up the dress and looked at it, and found that not only the style of the dress was wrong, but also the size was wrong. It has a faint scent of men's perfume, the kind that smells expensive.

But Fan Yue never wears perfume.

Hearing the word "windbreaker", Fan Yue hurried out of the bedroom.Why did he forget to let Xia Jincheng take back his clothes when he left yesterday?

At this moment, the atmosphere couldn't help being a little delicate, Fan Yue met He Qiaoqiao's gossiping gaze, "It's Xia Jincheng's clothes."

He Qiaoqiao looked at him with an expression of "I knew it", "Mr. Xia came yesterday?!"

"Probably." Fan Yue took the opportunity to take the clothes from her hand and put them aside, "Eat, sister, I'm hungry."

Seeing that he didn't mean to say anything, He Qiaoqiao didn't ask any more questions.When a child grows up, he must have his own secret, not to mention that she can guess the secret without mentioning it.

She smiled at Fan Yue, picked up the chopsticks and handed them to him with a smile, "Eat, you are a sick person now, eat more in order to have the strength to work in the afternoon, and to go to see Mr. Xia refreshed."

The first half of the sentence sounds quite normal, why is the second half of the sentence not so serious?

Fan Yue frowned, ignored her, and silently ate with his head down.

I have to take pictures in the afternoon. It’s better to look thinner than fatter. Although there is a photo retoucher, which artist doesn’t want to hear the sentence "this picture doesn’t need to be edited" after the shooting?

After all, Fan Yue still didn't eat a few mouthfuls, and it was also because he was sick and had no appetite.

He Qiaoqiao brought him other medicines, and Fan Yue took another one after eating.

He fell asleep on the way to the studio, and when he woke up he felt much better, not as sick as before.

It's been a long time since I took a photo shoot, and I still need a few minutes of running-in with the photographer.

Fortunately, Fan Yue clearly knew where his strengths were, and he was very good at highlighting them. He could show the state the photographer wanted, and the two of them could be said to have quickly established a tacit understanding.

After a group of photos were taken, everyone couldn't help but sigh Fan Yue's appearance and his extremely high degree of cooperation.

In fact, if you are in their line of business, as long as you are good-looking, professional and highly cooperative, you will not be rejected.

Those who take pictures are all one-night stands, and they just pass after the shoot, and there is no need to keep in touch for a long time, so it doesn't matter.

When Fan Yue came down to change his second set of clothes, he saw a familiar figure in the dressing room.

The man smiled at him, with the same gentle brows and eyes as before, and called him: "Brother Fan."

Fan Yue froze, and saw the person walking in behind him from the mirror.

In the past, he always liked to see Pei Qing smile, but now looking at Pei Qing's smile, he couldn't help but think of the scene when this man hysterically told him to "screw".

Fan Yue didn't want to talk, so he just nodded his head sullenly as a response.

Pei Qing wasn't so ignorant, and he was no less embarrassed and disgusted when he saw Fan Yue than Fan Yue, so he simply discussed it with his makeup artist and went next door.

Quiet was restored in the dressing room, and Fan Yue breathed a sigh of relief silently.

Just now He Qiaoqiao went out and said that he was going to pick up the new assistant that the company arranged for him, and it was almost time to pick him up now, but he didn't come back for a long time.

Halfway through putting on makeup, Fan Yue took out his phone and flipped through Weibo.

He usually doesn't think much about it, after all, in the previous ten years, there were always people who sent him private messages to swear.

At first, Fan Yue would check to see if there was anything new, but it seemed that these sunspots would only repeat a few words over and over, and he stopped watching.

Not interesting.

Now a bunch of private messages popped up again, but this time he saw a few encouraging him from the swear words, some of them were old fans who were unknown before, and some of them were new faces. "Fan Fan" yelled, it was a newcomer at first glance.

Fan Yue simply flipped through the pages, and would reply if he saw something too sincere.

Thinking of what He Qiaoqiao said before to let him do more business, Fan Yue turned on the camera and took a picture in the mirror.

I didn't even bother to edit the copy, so I posted it directly.

The number of likes, comments and retweets increased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he discovered that his number of fans had exceeded 500 million.

Fan Yue's hands were numb from the shock of the phone, so he simply switched to silent mode and threw the phone aside.

The makeup artist was just applying eye makeup on him, so he was able to fiddle with the phone twice with his eyes downcast. When he raised his eyes now, he saw someone's figure reflected in the mirror, and he couldn't help being startled.

"President Xia, why are you here?"