When gentleness is worn into the ancient dog blood crematorium

Fu Sihan has been gloomy these days, and the entire Fu family is like a mute who has lost his voice. It wasn't until Fu Song and Fu Yun came to visit him that he became a little angry.

Fu Yun is already a man over seventy years old. Thanks to the ups and downs of the business for half his life, his waist is straight, and his majestic demeanor puts a lot of pressure on him. A pair of general eyebrows fly into his temples, and he is full of energy.

When he saw Fu Sihan's appearance, he beat the ground with his crutches, and frowned: "Xiaohan, look at you, what do you look like? I heard that you are depressed every day because of a small love, and you don't even go to the company much." Now, what do you tell others to think of our Fu family?"

Fu Song was calm, helped the old man to sit down, and said in a gentle voice: "Dad, Xiaohan just woke up after falling into the sea, and his mind is confused. It's normal to be obsessed with the past. Fortunately, the boy is dead..."

"He's not dead." Fu Sihan said coldly, "As long as the body is not found, I will not admit that he is dead."

Fu Song felt sad for Fu Sihan's obsession, straightened his back, and couldn't help but lower his tone, "Sihan, let's set up a tomb for Xiaochi, his soul will have a home after death."

"I said, he, he, is dead." Fu Sihan looked steadily at the rose garden outside the window, and there seemed to be a gentle voice there, picking off a white rose and pinning it on his chest.

"Come here." Fu Yun said heavily with his crutches. Even Fu Sihan, no matter how beastly or donkey, had to listen to his elders, so he had no choice but to walk over. Fu Yun hit him on the crook of the leg with his cane, and Fu Sihan was in pain. He stiffened his legs and refused to kneel down. Seeing that he was stubborn, Fu Yun became even more angry, and beat Fu Sihan several times with a stick.

Even if Fu Sihan didn't kneel down, he let Fu Yun wrinkle his brows and turn his face blue, and he refused to kneel down and admit his mistake.

Fu Yun was tired from the beating, and Fu Sihan didn't kneel down. Fu Yun clutched his chest angrily and gasped. Fu Song hurriedly brought Suxiao Jiuxin Pills for him, with a nervous expression on his face.

After a while, Fu Yuncai said sharply: "Fu Sihan, your wings are stiff! Such a big shipwreck did not kill you, but God opened his eyes and let you go home and inherit the family business! What are you doing? What kind of life is this playing!"

Fu Sihan couldn't say anything after being beaten by the old man. He gritted his teeth and refused to cry out. His face was pale and sweating. At this moment, he still insisted on retorting: "He's not a duck, he's my man."

"Who are you! You are really shameless!" Fu Yun picked up the crutch again, and Fu Song stopped the old man at the risk of being accidentally injured, "Dad, calm down, he is just a live donkey, not afraid of pain , you are different from him, what can we do if you have something to do, dad!"

Fu Yun squinted at him: "The good son you have taught! You can't control it, I will take care of it for you! Fu Sihan, you kneel in the ancestral hall for me. You are not allowed to eat or drink water for three days and three nights. When will you finish kneeling? , when will you go on a blind date!"

Fu Sihan squeezed his shoulders and fists, and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "I kneel, but I don't go on blind dates, I don't marry Fang Miao, I want Chi Baiwan."

"He's dead! Are you going to marry a dead man?" Fu Yun roared.

Fu Sihan's voice was cold and stubborn: "He's not dead..."

Fu Song took a step forward and pulled Fu Sihan aside, "Hurry up and go, grandpa is quite old, he is my father, if something happens, we will never end!"

Fu Sihan looked at Fu Song with red eyes. Among the three generations of Fu's family, he was the most intimidating one among his cousins. He looked at Fu Song with the eyes of a lone wolf. After a while, Fu Sihan pushed away everything that stood in his way The obstacle in front of him, his tall body, has never been as distraught as it is now. He walked to the rose garden alone, sat on the bluestone steps, lit a Fuchun Shanju with a cold face, and dialed Ye Jian's phone.

"Ye Jian, notify the platform to delete Chi Baiwan's video."

What Fu Sihan said was very firm, and Ye Jian was taken aback, "Mr. Fu, what do you think of such a good publicity opportunity?"

Fu Sihan actually didn't get angry with Ye Jian, because his leg hurt so much, and his voice became low and dry: "He is my man, so he should be obedient and stay at home, instead of going out to dream of being a celebrity and wanting to be famous. You hurry up and do it, pack your bags and get out if you're late."

Ye Jian couldn't bear to expose the fact that Chi Baiwan was dead, so he carefully reminded him: "Boss Fu, what about our [-] million investment?"

Fu Sihan let out a heavy breath, and broke off a rose: "You tell the film crew, no matter how much money they lose, I, Fu Sihan, can afford it."

Ye Jian had nothing to say, so he hung up the phone and said that he would do it right away.

Fu Sihan threw the phone aside, and pulled up the leg of his sleeping pants. Sure enough, his leg was already bruised.

According to the past practice, Chi Baiwan should apply medicine to his leg injury at this time, blow and rub it, print sweet kisses, and take the initiative at night.

But now only the white rose that Chi Baiwan planted by himself is obediently by his side.

Enduring the pain, Fu Sihan picked up the white rose, squeezed his fingers into the heart of the flower, and ruthlessly stirred and tore it, making the flower hot and hot, and the petals fell off. He tore the flower and put it on his lips. Finally, trembling kissed.

After three days of kneeling in the ancestral hall, he went to kneel.

After kneeling, no matter where Chi Baiwan's body is at the ends of the earth, he will bring it back.

What clothes do you want?He can't even erect a tombstone.

-

Chi Baiwan was finally discharged from the hospital, and followed Huo Jue back to the headquarters of the film and television company on Lanjun Road, feeling strange to everything in front of him.

Huo Jue opened the car door for him, and coveted him to get out of the car: "You, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have future blessings. From today onwards, you will be our contracted artist of Excellent Era. I will ask Xiaodai to sign the contract with you later. Emergency training can now begin officially.”

The flesh wounds on Chi Baiwan's body have turned into a light turquoise color, and the injuries to the bones still need to be healed, but Chi Baiwan doesn't want to lie in the hospital anymore. He was discharged from the hospital this morning and came to the company in the afternoon. Unprecedented efficiency.

Chi Baiwan smiled lightly, "Mr. Huo, why do you praise me?"

Huo Jue frowned unobtrusively when he heard his voice, but he didn't say why.

"I don't know which bastard reported that video of yours. Now that the video has been deleted, your popularity has been greatly affected. Fortunately, Director Liu promised not to delete your part of the performance, let alone Director Liu, who eats, drinks and whores. Betting that the sample will not fail, the artistic quality is very firm."

Chi Baiwan smiled slightly, his face was very gentle and calm, but he walked very slowly, and his ankles were still a little numb. It may take more adaptation to get used to the fake skin and leg injuries.

After entering the company, Xiaopi had already arranged everything, and warmly invited Chi Baiwan to visit the company, and at the same time, he was very considerate and did not walk too fast, "Brother Chi, we will be a family from now on, we, Brother Wen, are not in the company today, But he and I have told you that you have just recovered from a serious illness, and everything has to be offered as an ancestor, and if you are inconvenient, just come to me, and I can solve it for you."

Chi Baiwan was too embarrassed to trouble others, so he nodded and smiled softly.

Xiaopi looked at Chi Baiwan from head to toe, and hissed, "Brother Chi, I discussed it with Mr. Huo yesterday, and while you are still hot, I will arrange for you to take a makeup photo for "Crow Killing". Wen Ge is going out to shoot the makeup today, you are not in good health, we will shoot the interior, and it just so happens that Mrs. Ann came back from a business trip in Paris today, so I will arrange for him to paint for you."

While talking, Xiaopi led Chi Baiwan to the interior shooting location on the twelfth floor. Several shootings were going on in the huge studio, all of which were popular faces that were often seen on the big screen. He saw Xiaodai leading Chi Baiwan out The elevator, all looked over.

A female celebrity with a hot figure came over and greeted with a smile, "Brother Pi, is this a new artist from our company? Is this an idol? She looks so good-looking, and her skin is really cold and white. Look at me, Ann The teacher gave me two layers of foundation, but they couldn't cover the acne on my face."

Xiaopi nodded with a smile, "Sister Zhuang, don't compare yourself with newcomers, where is Teacher Ann?"

Ann was fixing the artist's makeup, she turned her head away when she saw Chi Baiwan.

Xiaopi explained: "Ann is like this, everyone is not pleasing to the eye, big artists are a little bit tempered, wait a minute."

Chi Baiwan sat quietly and waited until Ann finished his work, walked over, looked at him a few times, and spoke slowly: "I haven't seen it on the video, but I saw the real person today, and I found that you are really good. , is your name Chi Baiwan?"

Xiaopi pushed Chi Baiwan onto the makeup chair, "It's him, Mr. Ann, you can help him make a makeup photo, just like the style in the video, I'll go find Hanfu, we'll take another one later, it will be convenient for publicity in the future .”

Ann is a full-fledged fashion make-up artist, she brushed aside her hair, and straightened Chi Baiwan's face, "Look in the mirror, your face is very crisp, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and tends to heal. It's a very popular male second face now." , there is no need to apply heavy base makeup, white water makeup is enough to modify the face shape, especially this mole is the finishing touch, it is the most special temperament among so many male artists I have seen."

Chi Baiwan sat quietly and let Ann apply makeup on himself, attracting a group of young idols to watch, and chatted with Chi Baiwan with a smile, asking him how he takes care of himself, whether he has fine-tuned it, and which hospital he is in. The atmosphere was very lively for a while.

"Mr. Ann, your makeup has to match my look." A stylist came over, and Pingting's woman's eyebrows were bright, "Since it's for publicity, the more immortal the better, fall from the sky The little angel who came down, it’s better to have another dance.”

Chi Baiwan shook his head apologetically, clutching the chair with his fingers, looking very cramped.

The woman smiled understandingly, "Well, let me think about it, then I will tell the landscape teacher to build an autumn scene for you. I think you have a melancholy temperament, and autumn is very suitable for you. It’s going to be a great story.”

Chi Baiwan nodded gently, and smiled at the woman's kind face in the mirror.

-

The top floor of Jiashi Media, the president's office.

Huo Jue, one head and two big, sat restlessly on an armchair in the office. He heard that Fu Sihan was coming to inspect the construction results of Lanjun Road. The company reviews the process to be considered compliant.

Huo Jue only has the right to use this land for five years, so it doesn't matter, "Crow Killing" will turn around soon, what matters is that Fu Sihan is too scary.

Huo Jue heard from his grandma, the old lady said while making tea, that the Fu family is in a mess from inside to outside, and the reason is that Fu Sihan's Xiao Qinger, who was with him all day long, disappeared, maybe he died, But Fu Sihan didn't accept it, didn't announce it to the public, and even quarreled with the old man and knelt for three days. When he came out, he was a bit sharper, and the aura of the noble young master was stronger and more terrifying. He went back to the company without sleep After working late at night, the portraits were winded up and they didn't know they were tired. Zhengqing's performance that fell in a month was returned in a few days, which made the capital of the industry feel shivers down the spine.

Just one point, who dares to mention the word Chi Baiwan in front of him, Master Fu's tricks will let him know what it means to regret it.

What Old Madam Huo originally said was: "I really didn't realize that the cold-blooded and ruthless Fu family had a big love affair, but it's a pity that this person's ghost love is nonsense, grandson, when will you marry Ling Luo?" ah?"

Huo Jue was speechless. In order to avoid the old lady, he didn't go home for several days, but ended up avoiding the old lady. A big love came. Huo Jue didn't have time to lament his fate, when he heard the secretary's knock on the door: " Mr. Huo, Mr. Fu is here."

Huo Jue adjusted his tie to welcome Fu Sihan, and was shocked when he opened the door. President Fu, who was always handsome and cold in a suit and leather shoes, had bloodshot eyes, pale and thin cheeks, and tightly pursed lips. Looking down at him with his head down, Huo Jue had a weird feeling of being targeted by Satan.

Accompanying Fu Sihan to visit his company is simply a kind of torture, especially as Fu Sihan, as the boss, is actually more handsome than the company's entertainers, which makes Huo Jue want to die.

The two have never confronted each other, so they had nothing to say along the way.

Passing by a floor-to-ceiling glass window on the twelfth floor, Fu Sihan stopped. His tall and straight figure didn't need to step on his feet. He turned his head and looked in. Huo Jue clearly felt his stiffness.

He looked at it for a long time, almost ten seconds, before he turned around again, raised his legs and left with a cold face.

Huo Jue looked inside and saw that Ann was putting on makeup for a male artist. He was wearing sloppy clothes, big slippers and a grafted wig. Even Huo Jue couldn't recognize who it was.

Fu Sihan walked fast with his long legs. When he got to the twelfth floor and got on the elevator, he suddenly asked Huo Jue thoughtfully in a low voice, "What time does your company close?"

Huo Jue had nothing to do with him. He folded his arms and leaned against the elevator door, and glanced at his watch lazily: "We have a rest at 10:30, and overtime is not included. Why, Mr. Fu, do you want to treat me to dinner?"

Fu Sihan straightened his cuffs with downcast eyes, his side face was delicate and cold, and he said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Huo Jue sneered, "Forget it, Young Master Fu wants to invite you, but I don't have the heart to eat it. Recently, "Crow Killing Judgment" is busy screening, and I'm waiting for the profit to double, so that idiot who reported my video will be deflated."

Huo Jue's words couldn't hear a single flaw, as if he had never seen Chi Baiwan on that rainy night, and felt very sorry for Chi Baiwan's disappearance.

When the elevator opened, Fu Sihan walked out first, and said, "I'll ask Ye Jian to come and watch over the inspection in a few days time, so you should do your work first."

Fu Sihan strode over in the hall on the first floor, his long legs were quite eye-catching, Huo Jue looked at him with folded arms, and wondered what the hell Chi Baiwan was looking for in him?Qi Dahuo is so handsome, isn't he?There are so many rich people in Shangcheng, although they are not as good as Fu Sihan, but it is impossible to treat Canary like him. Doesn't everyone who follows him have to make a fortune as a youth fee?

Is it worth it... make yourself like that...

Huo Jue couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't want to. Anyway, everyone thought that Chi Baiwan was dead, so Chi Baiwan could make some minor adjustments and debut with a new identity.

-

At 10:30, Chi Baiwan left the company building fully armed. He was very tired from the day's shooting, but he was very happy. Finally, he had a serious job and could earn some money to support himself. Thought.

However, Chi Baiwan thought of something and still felt uncomfortable.

In the plot of the original book, Chi Baiwan has no role after death, but the story continues. The marriage between Huo Jue and Ling Luo made each other very painful. Huo Jue began to stay out at night, and Ling Luo fell in love. A newcomer in the entertainment industry, Huo Jue died in a well-planned car accident. After Ling Luo lost her husband, she went to Europe alone and died in a plane crash.

Fu Sihan died alone, and his future career would be beyond anyone's reach. However, he could never forget someone throughout his life. After his death, he was buried with him, but on a thunderstorm night, the tombstone was split open by lightning, and the cemetery exploded. There was a fire, and it burned for a long, long time.

Only Chi Baiwan escaped from the shackles of the original book's plot, and can choose his own life with his own hands.

Chi Baiwan slowly came to the 24-hour convenience store downstairs to buy food, stretched out his hand, wanting to get a bottle of vitamin C drink, but the nerve endings of his fingers were rather numb, and he could do nothing but hold the bottle for five seconds.

"I'll get it for you."

Chi Baiwan was stunned for a second. Hearing the voice was like being struck by lightning, the scar on his chest was aching, his whole body was stiff, he didn't even dare to turn his head, and it became very difficult to breathe.

how is this possible……

Behind him, the pressure from a 1.9-meter-tall man made his scalp tingle. It was Fu Sihan's voice.

He found himself...

Chi Baiwan almost wanted to run, but the space behind him was so big, and Fu Sihan firmly blocked him, so there was nowhere to escape.

Fu Sihan was so close to him that his back was itchy from the sound of Low Magnetic's voice. It was as if thunder struck his ears, and his scorching breath hit his ears. It was very dangerous, full of temptation, and incomparably strong.

Chi Baiwan was afraid that Fu Sihan would see the clues, so regardless of his resistance, he forcibly took off his hood, mask, and big sunglasses, completely recognized him, and forced him to give up his job in the entertainment industry and return to the cage of the old house to make his return. Gentle and well-behaved canary.

Through the sunglasses, Chi Baiwan struggled to grab the bottle of vitamin C, bent his knuckles with all his strength, and took a new bottle from the shelf without saying a word.

Fu Sihan was rejected and did not speak.

For a while, both he and Fu Sihan fell silent. A young entertainer who was buying drinks passed by and hurriedly walked around the two of them. The aura between them was too special, like a barrier blocked there, ordinary people couldn't get in at all. .

Fortunately, Fu Sihan didn't do anything to him, but Mr. Fu, who is used to being pampered, couldn't let go of his voice for anyone, and said coldly: "Turn around, take off your mask and sunglasses, let me see you s face."

Chi Baiwan didn't speak, he didn't know how long Fu Sihan had been staring at here, he didn't even know how Fu Sihan came to Excellent Era Media, he didn't have anything to say to Fu Sihan, walking on the edge of life and death, he was already scarred Tired and exhausted, I don't have the strength to confront Fu Sihan anymore.

So, Chi Baiwan pursed his lips lightly, and wanted to turn around and leave, but Fu Sihan grabbed his wrist relentlessly, "Don't go!"

Chi Baiwan let out a painful "um—" in the evening.

The place where Fu Sihan was clutching...just happened to be where his wrist bone was broken.

Once, Fu Sihan also scratched the wound on his hand, but he didn't let go of his grip.

This time, Fu Sihan didn't bother a "stranger" too much, he quickly let go of his hand as if he had caught a hedgehog, looked at Chi Baiwan with his dark eyes without blinking, and actually didn't move again.

Chi Baiwan nodded slightly, staggered away from Fu Sihan's shoulder, and left without looking back.

Fu Sihan felt unwilling, his eyes almost spit fire, but he still swallowed his anger and moved away.

Fu Sihan had never suffered from being manipulated by others in his life, he was used to being flattered by others, this was even the first time he stumbled, and it was on a sloppy man.

Fu Sihan clenched his fists tightly, as if he was still clenching his wrists. His hands were bruised and bruised, and the original surface could not be seen clearly. Even the fingers were bruised and purple, and they were so fragile.

The little artist in front of him felt like Chi Baiwan. Fu Sihan couldn't tell why, maybe after dying once, his intuition became very strong. There was no one who could make his heart move except Chi Baiwan. In the studio upstairs, he only took one look at the little artist, and he felt palpitations on the little artist rarely.

Just now, he almost took the little artist's hand, took off all the decorations on his face, and frantically wanted to confirm whether the other party was Chi Baiwan.

But Fu Sihan's status was not enough to condone him doing this kind of thing to an unfamiliar stranger.

If it was Chi Baiwan, why did he run away when he saw him?Couldn't he live without him?Still playing hard to get?He is a lover with no bottom line, want to play the trick of rare goods?

Fu Sihan was used to Chi Baiwan following him, so he was sure that if the other party was really Chi Baiwan, then he would come back in a few days.

After dying once, Fu Sihan finally realized that he actually still liked Chi Baiwan. Before, maybe he was busy with work and neglected to care about Chi Baiwan. Hai, when you say you want to break up, you are just losing your temper with him, so don't take it too seriously.

Fu Sihan watched the little artist's staggering and meek back from a distance, and felt that his foot was injured.

Moreover, this little artist doesn't seem to like to talk.

But not important.

Fu Sihan once stepped on Chi Baiwan's ankle in a fit of anger. If the other party was Chi Baiwan, then there must be marks on his ankle, so there is no way to deny it, and he must go home with him.

The author says:

【OOC Small Theater】

Fu Sihan (looking at his watch): Why haven't you come out yet?Didn't you say you get off work at ten o'clock? (The appearance is iceberg and the heart is impatient.jpg)

The paparazzi were ecstatic: Mr. Fu!A rare visitor!Waiting for wife to get off work?

Fu Sihan's expression was indifferent: Who said she was my wife?

Chi Baiwan just came out of the company's gate, glanced coldly, put on his sunglasses and left.

Fu Sihan: Damn my wife!Wait for my wife!

Chi Baiwan stood still, turned his head, and opened his thin lips lightly: Your wife is dead.

Fu Sihan: "Look in a trance.jpg"

Paparazzi ecstasy x2: Can't this be photographed? ?The hot search is booked, brothers!

感谢在2022-09-1019:36:27-2022-09-1120:12:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: go to the code, Zhe Yanxiu "Gan Kui Shou Bao" 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 555447471 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!