After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Thanks to the old man Liu who came here in the rain, the crew could have a hot meal at noon.

He put on a heavy coir raincoat, took off the straw hat on his head, pulled out Liu Ping who was nesting in the corner, and slapped him with his backhand without saying a word.

From his loud reprimands, Ye Rong probably understood the reason for his anger. If it wasn't for Liu Ping, he wouldn't care about other people's lives, let alone dragged his old and sick body to see him off in the rain. things like rice.

Knowing that he was wrong, Liu Ping covered his rapidly swollen half of his face without saying a word, and stood quietly beside his father who was not young and old.

The executive director with a sad face picked up the almost invisible minced meat in the bowl, and sighed: "This won't work, I don't know when the rain will stop, so what will so many people eat and drink..."

Fu Wenyuan, who was sitting next to him, also looked worried, and thought for a moment before he said: "Get someone to count how many emergency supplies are left, and distribute them equally to everyone."

The executive director agreed, then turned around and called for chores to ask people to go to the backyard to see how many things were left.

An invisible haze quietly permeated this long-abandoned huge building, and the blue-gray bricks and stones were mottled into dark black by the rain.

An unknown piebald sharp-billed bird squatted under the eaves to take shelter from the rain, curling its wings and whistling, as if singing a sad song.

In the hall, several people sat around and chatted together. Everyone tried to avoid some serious and heavy topics, especially about the terrible corpse this morning, in order to make the mood more optimistic and positive, but there are always exceptions to everything.

For example, Ye Rong frowned and said suddenly: "The deceased should not be from the crew."

Fu Wenyuan held his hand, wiped the sweat from his palm, and asked, "Why, what did you remember?"

Ye Rong let out a foul breath, as if remembering something, "The entire production crew is only a few hundred people, and none of the group performers we got from the village can match up."

Kong Chensheng was holding a thermos in his hand, and couldn't help being surprised when he heard Ye Rong's words, "There are also a lot of mobile group performances every day, Ye Bian, do you remember all of them?"

Ye Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, blushed and said embarrassingly: "I have always wanted to be a group performer, and I often go to get together, but unfortunately I don't always get the turn, the villagers are too active, and they line up before dawn There was a long line."

Fu Wenyuan smiled and pinched his fingers, "Because I have to sleep late every day, I can't get close to the water for a long time, so I can only be at the end of the queue every time I go."

Standing at the end of the line, Ye Rong, who has never forgotten his memory, glanced over, and could only remember the face, so he was sure that he had never seen the face of the dead man in the birch forest.

But that face always had a sense of familiarity, and he couldn't grasp where the familiarity came from.

When the body was carried into the sanatorium, he had just glanced at it vaguely, and maybe another look would be sure.

After all the talk, Fu Wenyuan finally persuaded Fu Wenyuan to nod, and agreed to wait for the staff to arrange them before going to check.

"You're not the police, so don't meddle in your own business with dogs." A slightly harsh words floated from behind, Ye Rong looked back and saw an unexpected person who shouldn't be here.

It turned out that the back view that day was not an illusion, Xu Jue was really here, but why was he wearing a splint, was he injured?

However, Ye Rong was startled by his habitual attention to Xu Jue in the next moment. It has nothing to do with him whether he gets hurt or not.

Xu Jue took Xu Li and sat beside them without waiting for their reaction. He took a glance, and besides Ye Rong and that disgusting Fu Wenyuan, the ones sitting next to them were Kong Chensheng and Feng Zhiting.

Fu Wenyuan took Ye Rong's hand, intertwined his fingers calmly, lifted it up and shook it in front of people, and said in a good name: "Did Rong Rong wear less clothes? Why are your hands so cold? I'll give you a hand." Warm up."

Ye Rong, who was choked by the fragrance of tea: "..."

Ye Rong quickly came back to his senses, scratched Fu Wenyuan's palm, turned his head and mouthed to him: "You are not childish."

Xu Jue stared fiercely at the two people's intertwined hands and their intimate interaction, and took a while to look away, but the slightly protruding veins on his forehead showed his restlessness.

When Fu Wenyuan saw that he was unhappy, he felt that he was extremely happy. It was an indescribable joy that the hatred of taking his wife was finally avenged.

Xu Li opened his mouth in a timely manner to break the stalemate between the two sides, but the first sentence he said was to Kong Chensheng who was trying to reduce his presence as soon as he saw Xu Jue: "I see the termination contract you handed over. After that, the company won't embarrass you, but I'm not sure if someone will guarantee you for the liquidated damages?"

The water in Kong Chensheng's thermos cup was almost spilled, and he looked at a loss: "Termination? I didn't..."

Feng Zhiting cut off his words from the side, and said politely: "Don't worry, someone will guarantee him."

He turned to Fu Wenyuan with a slight smile, like a smiling tiger that has grown into a spirit: "You say yes, Mr. Fu, Xiao Sheng will be signed under your banner soon."

Fu Wenyuan's forehead twitched, and he raised his eyebrows to look at him.

No wonder the hype a few days ago fooled me into investing in an entertainment company, and knowing that I would never lose face in front of Xu Jue, Feng Zhiting, an idiot in love, dared to use all the little IQ in his love brain to calculate himself.

Damn it, is it true that if a family doesn't enter the house, and one or two come to take him for a ride, is it really easy to treat him as Fu Wenyuan? !

Fu Wenyuan pointed at him inscrutablely, and said through gritted teeth, "Of course I will pay the liquidated damages. The artistes in my company will definitely not treat me lightly."

He bit the last four words very hard, but Feng Zhiting turned a deaf ear to his faint threats. He knew Fu Wenyuan too well, and he was actually a tough-mouthed and soft-hearted master who looked fierce.

Of course, except for those who hate him.

The few people chatted for a while in a pretentious manner. Xu Jue, who had been torturing himself inwardly like a wooden man, asked a straight question that made the atmosphere that had finally calmed down become anxious in an instant.

He turned his head to look directly at Ye Rong, and asked indifferently, "You and Fu Wenyuan, are you together?"

Xu Li's complexion changed, he grabbed his arm suddenly in disbelief, alarm bells were ringing in his heart, he had a premonition that Xu Jue was going crazy, so crazy that he wanted everyone to follow him and embarrass him.

Fu Wenyuan fought back almost immediately, and sneered, "Can't you see it because you are blind?"

Xu Jue didn't seem to hear his taunt, just stared at Ye Rong, wanting to find a definite answer but afraid of knowing the answer.

There seemed to be resentment and warmth in his expression, and he asked persistently: "Are you together? Like we used to? Cook for him, please him, and sleep with him?"

He asked in a relaxed and calm manner, as if he didn't know what price he would pay for asking such a question.

The others were still throbbing in the aftershocks of his words, when they heard Fu Wenyuan squeeze out a strange and extremely chilling sentence, every word seemed to be stained with the bloody smell that could not be washed off: "Xu Jue, you court death."

[The author has something to say: Xu Leiqu Disc No.1 Judgment]