The Widow King's Handbook

Fu Nanxing naturally understood what Jiang Yan meant.

Jiang Yan licked his lips unnaturally, switched legs to support the center of gravity, and blinked a little guilty.

"Actually, I don't necessarily have to be on stage." Fu Nanxing said resolutely.

Jiang Yan: "?"

"What else can you do if you don't go on stage? Be a security guard?" Jiang Yan rolled his eyes and complained.

"It's not impossible." After thinking for a few seconds, Fu Nanxing felt that he could actually accept it.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Jiang Yan reached out and touched Fu Nanxing's forehead, and asked sincerely, "Are you okay?"

"...No." Fu Nanxing took Jiang Yan's hand off, and his tone was actually a little serious.

Jiang Yan pulled his hand out of Fu Nanxing's hand, frowned and looked at Fu Nanxing for a long time, but couldn't figure out what Fu Nanxing's motive was.

If you don't understand, you don't want to.

Jiang Yan simply put the matter aside, stood up expressionlessly, patted Fu Nanxing on the shoulder after hesitating for a while, and said, "Forget it, being a security guard is not suitable for you."

Fu Nanxing: "..."

Seeing what Fu Nanxing wanted to say, Jiang Yan put up his index finger and tapped his lips, then waved at Fu Nanxing, "I still have something to do, let's go."

As if he didn't want to hear it anymore.

As soon as Luo Luo entered the door, he bumped into Jiang Yan who was walking away with a complicated expression.

Jiang Yan nodded to Luo Luo before continuing to walk out.

Luo Luo looked back at Jiang Yan, walked towards Fu Nanxing, looked down and saw the washed grapes on the coffee table, and picked a few grapes and stuffed them into his mouth, asking: "What's wrong with Jiang Yan? It looks weird."

Fu Nanxing looked down at the plate of grapes, then looked up at Luo Luo.

Luo Luo paused while eating grapes, and stopped chewing embarrassingly, facing Fu Nanxing's gaze, he didn't know whether to continue chewing.

"What, what's wrong?"

Fu Nanxing sighed faintly, turned and left the living room without saying anything.

Luo Luo: "???"

What Jiang Yan said was not to scare Fu Nanxing, it was something real.

Jiang Yan and Lu Ming made an appointment to meet, the time for the concert is approaching, and there are still many details that need to be communicated face to face.

As soon as Lu Ming finished meeting Zhou Yuening, he ran to find Jiang Yan.

"How was the conversation with him?" Jiang Yan glanced at the dusty Lu Ming, and poured him a cup of tea.

"It's okay, we talked about it, and we need to communicate again in the future." Lu Ming was not polite, took the tea and poured it into his mouth.

"By the way, I finally coordinated with the company. The concert time is set on the 28th of this month, no problem." Lu Ming drank a cup of tea and moistened his dry throat before speaking.

Jiang Yan's requirements for time are not too high. Since they have discussed it, he has no problem with it personally.

"can."

Lu Ming also knew that Jiang Yan would not have any opinions, but he still asked a question, and continued after confirming: "The time is a bit tight, the pre-sale has been opened last month, and now it is almost ready to officially release tickets gone."

"En." Jiang Yan tapped his fingers on the table and said, "You can arrange these."

"Okay." Lu Ming responded.

"By the way, do you know what Fu Nanxing said to me today?" After finishing the business chat, Jiang Yan couldn't help turning the topic into a private matter and brought up Fu Nanxing.

Fu Nanxing?

Lu Ming's eyes widened in surprise, he didn't expect to hear this name from Jiang Yan's mouth one day.

"What's wrong with him?" Lu Ming dropped the teacups and put them into his mouth again.

"He is going to come to my concert as a security guard."

"puff."

The tea that Lu Ming just drank was sprayed out.

Jiang Yan leaned back in disgust.

"What did you say? Fu Nanxing?" Lu Ming stared wide-eyed, "He's a security guard? Is he crazy?"

Jiang Yan nodded as if something happened, with a sincere tone: "I think so too."

It's unbelievable to think about it until now.

"What's he thinking? Why did it come out of nowhere?" Lu Ming frowned, and couldn't help but start to speculate maliciously, "What does he want to do?"

Seeing Lu Ming like this, Jiang Yan knew that he was making conspiracy theories again, so he helplessly defended Fu Nanxing, "I don't know what his purpose is, but it will definitely not have any bad influence on me."

"Why are you so sure?" Lu Ming keenly caught the certainty in Jiang Yan's tone, and asked.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Jiang Yan's eyes panicked for a second, then he quickly adjusted, and said foolishly, "Guess."

Luming: "...be more serious."

"That's unscientific. He, Fu Nanxing, the film king, came to your concert as a security guard. How is that possible? No one will believe you if you tell me, right?"

Jiang Yan couldn't help interrupting Lu Ming, with a hesitant tone, "Tell me, is there a possibility that he sings too badly, and I don't want him to come on stage, so he's the next best thing?"

Lu Ming: "...Is there such a possibility?"

Jiang Yan nodded.

"Come on, don't just speculate, forget it, I guess people just mentioned it casually, let's stop thinking about it." Lu Ming rubbed the back of his head and decisively ended this outrageous topic.

"Okay, you go back first, I have to go back to the company, so I won't see you off." Lu Ming stood up first, and said to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan responded, and waved casually at Lu Ming.

Jiang Yan stopped the car at the door and went back to the hut in the car.

Zhou Yuening has already returned, and when Jiang Yan came back, he happened to meet Zhou Yuening busily shuttling between the back garden and the living room.

"Brother Jiang!" Zhou Yuening saw Jiang Yan sharply the moment he turned his head, "Are you back?"

"Yeah." Jiang Yan nodded, glanced at the living room, and asked, "Are you alone?"

Zhou Yuening wiped his sweat and said, "No, everyone is here, but this point should be in the room."

"What are you doing, sweating so much?" Jiang Yan frowned and looked at the sweat beads on Zhou Yuening's forehead.

Zhou Yuening smiled, pointed to the back garden, and said: "I haven't cleaned up the things last night. I happen to be fine, so I will tidy up."

"You..." Jiang Yan was about to say why you didn't wait for them to clean up together, but was interrupted by Zhang Tingqian's voice.

"Why did you clean it up by yourself?" Zhang Tingqian leaned over and looked at Zhou Yuening up and down, her tone full of distress, "I see that you are sweating all over from being tired, come on and wipe off."

With that said, Zhang Tingqian handed a piece of paper to Zhou Yuening.

Jiang Yan: "..."

Zhou Yuening: "?"

Zhou Yuening glanced at Zhang Tingqian in bewilderment, then looked down at the paper in Zhang Tingqian's hand, and then turned her head to look at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan also found it unbelievable.

It was so weird that it made people suspect that Zhang Tingqian had been robbed of her home.

Jiang Yan turned his head and looked at Zhou Yuening, both seeing surprise and doubt in each other's eyes.

"Hold it." After waiting for a long time without Zhou Yuening reaching out her hand, Zhang Tingqian's tone became harsh again, and the smile on her face couldn't be maintained anymore.

This looks a little more normal.

Zhou Yuening breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and took Zhang Tingqian's paper, without thinking about wiping his sweat with it, held it in his palm, and greeted Jiang Yan, saying, "Brother Jiang, then I'll go back first." Take a shower."

After hearing Jiang Yan's response, Zhou Yuening turned and went upstairs.

Zhang Tingqian, who was ignored by Zhou Yuening, stomped her feet in displeasure. After watching Zhou Yuening leave, she gave Jiang Yan a sideways glance.

The inexplicable Jiang Yan: "?"

Zhang Tingqian snorted and left.

Jiang Yan suddenly felt that everyone was not normal today.

It was still early, and Jiang Yan had some free time. After thinking about it, he chose to feed the fish in the backyard.

Few people come to the backyard at ordinary times.

When Jiang Yan vaguely saw a blurry figure from behind, he was stunned for a moment, but after getting closer, he realized that it was Fu Nanxing.

Fu Nanxing was wearing a gray jumper sweater and a pair of white casual phoenix sweater pants, standing half bent in front of the pond.

"Have you fed?" Jiang Yan asked, looking down at the fish food in Fu Nanxing's hand.

Fu Nanxing looked back at Jiang Yan, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked down at the fish food in Jiang Yan's hand.

"Hello." Fu Nanxing said.

One less thing to do.

Jiang Yan curled his lips, and consciously chose another thing to do in his mind.

Fu Nanxing looked down at the fish for a while, and suddenly said: "Have you considered it?"

Jiang Yan froze for a moment, and asked reflexively, "What are you thinking about?"

"concert."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Jiang Yan didn't expect that Fu Nanxing hadn't given up yet, so he persuaded him rather speechlessly: "The latest news, the tickets will be released tonight, if you work hard, you might be able to get the tickets."

Fu Nanxing: "..."

Fu Nanxing looked back at him, his obsidian-like pupils were fixed on Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan felt a little guilty for no reason.

"You invited Zhou Yuening to be a guest." Fu Nanxing said suddenly after watching for a while.

Jiang Yan clicked his tongue, "He's going to sing."

Fu Nanxing immediately picked it up: "I'm going to see the gate."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Jiang Yan touched the tip of his nose helplessly, and met Fu Nanxing's gaze when he raised his eyes.

Fu Nanxing's eyes were firm, and Jiang Yan couldn't understand the firmness.

Jiang Yan's mind turned several times quickly, carefully recalling all of Fu Nanxing's actions, trying to figure out the reason for Fu Nanxing's madness.

After thinking for a long time, Jiang Yan locked his conclusion on three words.

Zhou Yuening?

Jiang Yan twitched her brows, raised her eyes to look at Fu Nanxing strangely, and the moment she caught Fu Nanxing's sight, she was suddenly blessed.

Isn't he jealous of Zhou Yuening?

This is rare.

After reaching this conclusion, Jiang Yan lowered his head abruptly, avoiding seeing Fu Nanxing, his heart speeded up a few times unconsciously, and a numb feeling came up from his back.

Fu Nanxing is very mature and tolerant, he is generous and calm towards everything, his gentle and modest expression seems to be embedded in his face, Jiang Yan has never seen Fu Nanxing get emotional.

Not even when they broke up.

Jiang Yan's eyelashes trembled, and the fluffy eyelashes were printed on the lower eyelid by the sun.

Fu Nanxing looked at Jiang Yan quietly, and the emotion in his usually smiling eyes faded.

The back garden was silent for a while, except for the occasional chirping of insects.

It took a while for Jiang Yan to speak.

"it is good."