Poisonous milk became the film king and found out that I was actually Bai Yueguang [Entertainment]

The next morning when Lei Fuchao woke up with dark circles under his eyes and brushed his teeth, he saw Xiao Ping in the mirror who also had dark circles under his eyes. .

The two were staring at each other with blank eyes. Lei Fuchao walked to the living room with a mouthwash cup in his hand, and found that two cups of milk powder had already been soaked on the dining table.

He didn't drink, turned around and went to another washroom in the secondary bedroom, and saw that Xiao Ping hadn't folded the quilt.Xiao Ping has always disliked making quilts.

The layout of this house is a bit strange, Xiao Ping discovered it last night when he sneaked into the master bedroom to drain Lei Fuchao.The "master bedroom" where Lei Fuchao lives is smaller than the "secondary bedroom" assigned to him, and the one with the bathroom is the "secondary bedroom".

But from the perspective of time, Lei Fuchao ran into him downstairs, he took a hot bath quickly, and he didn't seem to have time to arrange anything when he came back.In other words, Lei Fuchao has been living in the secondary bedroom.

So after smoking in the living room, Xiao Ping returned to his room and went through all the cabinets in the "secondary bedroom", and found that all his personal belongings were piled up in this room.

When the two were still friends in the past, Lei Fuchao took care of him when he was younger, and was used to giving him a room with relatively better conditions.Now watching Lei Fuchao hide in the "secondary bedroom", Xiao Ping squeezed a strip of toothpaste on the lemon yellow toothbrush without saying anything.

After washing, Lei Fuchao went upstairs and downstairs, threw a spare key to Xiao Ping, and said, "You know where I keep the spare cash, take it if you need it, you're welcome. I have a wine party tonight, so I won't eat at home."

"Thank you Brother Lei." Xiao Ping said quickly.After hesitating for a while, he tentatively asked, "Wine bureau?"

But Lei Fuchao did what he said, just like the appointment last night, he raised a finger and ignored him at all.Xiao Ping had no choice but to change the subject: "Brother Lei, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay the money I owe you in a while, so let's cook first, is that okay?"

In this way, in the end Lei Fuchao sat down to have breakfast even though he insisted on not saying a word.

This was the quietest breakfast Lei Fuchao had ever had in his life. During the whole process, he and Xiao Ping looked at their respective phones without talking to each other.

It was not easy for him to really ignore Xiao Ping, so he had to divert his attention and check Weibo a few times.

@想你的夜："Ahhhh! I saw the food when I got up early in the morning, and I love breaking the waves! The cut is as sweet as ever, so take it to my knees! I love Lei Xiao for 100 years and 1551, and I will never get out of the pit ! I'm going to hang myself from this tree!"

It's too bad, it won't happen.Lei Fuchao pondered, in fact, it is better to get out of the pit that is doomed to have no results as soon as possible.

Even though he doesn't want to let the night of missing you get out of the pit, life is already so hard, the night of thinking of you makes him gallop through the ocean of old sugar, pretending that some things never happened.

Thinking of this, he deliberately didn't look at Xiao Ping who was sitting across the dining table, but only replied to Ye who misses you: "It doesn't matter whether you get out of the trap in the future, at least before you get out of the trap, Xiao Ye can just carry a little more candy."

Missing Your Night didn't reply right away.

A table away, Xiao Ping had already logged out of Miss You Ye account, switched to another account, and posted on Weibo: "The weather must be very cold today, and it will definitely continue to rain tonight."

The meaning of this Weibo is as important as the night I miss you, and the reasons are a bit complicated.

Ever since he could remember, Xiao Ping knew that he had a special constitution: poisonous milk.

To what extent is it poisonous?When he was walking on the road to school, he saw a big tree and exclaimed: "Wow! This tree is so thick and full of vitality!" The tree was killed by a thunderstorm the next day.

When gambling, he is optimistic about who will lose. When scratching the lottery, he can often win if he fails to guess correctly. To be honest, half of his university tuition fees are earned in this way.

It is so poisonous.

And this microblog account was specially used by him to give Lei Fuchao milk luck.Lei Fuchao is quite afraid of the cold, the weather forecast says it will rain today, but it doesn't matter, Xiao Ping has absolute confidence, from the moment he posted this Weibo, it will definitely not rain today.

After posting Weibo, Xiao Ping put away his phone and concentrated on eating.

Sensing his movements, Lei Fuchao glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, caught the picky eater who was trying to pick the minced garlic off the plate, and immediately coughed.

Xiao Ping: "..."

Xiao Ping, who was forbidden to speak, looked back with "unbelievable", "Why do human beings embarrass human beings", "You still force me to eat this after breaking up all friendship?" Two fingers, reminding him of the second agreement.

Ok.

Xiao Ping ate it with tears in his eyes.

With such an atmosphere, the two of them finished their breakfast together, cleaned up the dishes, and Lei Fuchao left for work.

Acting in movies and TV series has long been a thing of the past. After taking a break from acting five years ago, Lei Fuchao joined Legendary Entertainment as a music producer. Now, his position is not low. He studied at the Conservatory of Music , the grades were top-notch at the time, and acting was a coincidence.

On the way to Legend of Driving, Lei Fuchao put on his earphones and called Yan Bai, the gold broker of the same company.

"Hello?" Yan Bai sounded in a good mood when he answered the phone.

"Xiaobai, is it convenient for Fang to help me find out where Xiao Ping is running now?" Lei Fuchao asked, "The range is only from S City."

Yan Bai is also an old friend of his who has been with him for about ten years. They usually help each other without ambiguity, but this time, Lei Fuchao obviously heard two seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Xiao Ping?" Yan Bai asked him in surprise, "You want to find Xiao Ping?"

Before Lei Fuchao could give a negative answer, Yan Bai said coldly, "It's not that I scolded you, things have become like this, do you really think that white-eyed wolf is still a pitiful little one? He slapped your ass after he calculated it." After leaving, there is no intention of turning back, why are you looking for him instead? Are you full?"

Lei Fuchao waited patiently for him to finish his criticism, and then corrected slowly: "No, it's not that I want to find him back. If it's convenient for you, just help me check."

"Okay." Yan Bai reluctantly let go.

Lei Fuchao thanked him, hung up the phone, and inadvertently scanned the weather sign displayed on the phone, which turned from rainy clouds to a small sun.

Strangely, the previous weather forecast also said that it would rain for several days.

As a result, Lei Fuchao felt a little better, and immediately saw Xiao Ping send him a text message.

——"Pretend to be uncomfortable during the day, and try to drink less at night."

For the next day, intermittently, this message kept appearing.During the lunch break, Xiao Ping sent a message to remind him to eat. In the afternoon, Xiao Ping urged him to pretend to be sick again. When it was approaching five o'clock, Xiao Ping told him not to drive himself after the game was over, but to find a substitute driver to go home. It was safe.

Sometimes suddenly, Lei Fuchao really has the illusion of going back in time.

He didn't reply any of these messages, but he hesitated again and again, and he didn't refuse Xiao Ping to send it again.

After 05:30, he packed up and rushed to the wine bureau.

Lei Fuchao drank too much in the wine game, but today's game was the type he hated the most, and it was even more difficult than Xiao Ping's sudden appearance.In name, this is purely a celebratory banquet. Recently, the sales of a certain album he was in charge of exploded;

The singer of the album did not come, and there were only a few producers who participated in the album, he, a big boss involved in the album, Li Kuofeng, and a strange little star and his manager.

There was no such person in the top [-] lines of the entertainment industry. It is not clear how he got in. He is young, at most in his early twenties. He looks very straight and reluctant.The manager was different, he was very attentive, and frequently winked at the little star to toast, focusing on Li Kuofeng and him.

This is actually not uncommon, and if you can help for a while, you can't help forever, Lei Fuchao didn't make a sound, and didn't let the other party get off the stage, and drank a few glasses as usual.

Probably to figure out what he meant, after a few drinks, the little star stopped toasting him.

During the first half of the meal, the atmosphere was not bad. After three rounds of drinking, Li Kuofeng suddenly asked, "What level of sales do you want? Do you want to become famous overnight? "

Lei Fuchao paused with his chopsticks, and saw the little star turn pale, but was stared at by the manager and nodded.

"It's not that simple to become popular overnight." Li Kuofeng said.

Lei Fuchao: "..."

Lei Fuchao began to suspect that he had been drinking and had auditory hallucinations. He was not familiar with Li Kuofeng, so he didn't know that the boss was so direct and bold.

Now the little star's expression became even more hesitant.Lei Fuchao took another sip of wine silently, and listened to Li Kuofeng's urgent urging: "What's the matter? Don't you want to? Do you want to be unknown for the rest of your life?"

"Brother Zhao..." Little Star couldn't stand it any longer, turned his head and whispered to his manager for help, "This is different from what you told me, didn't you just toast and beg for help?"

As soon as Li Kuofeng's face collapsed, he was about to explode, his manager immediately frowned: "Yeah, almost, it's just to accompany—"

The manager didn't finish his sentence after all, and Li Kuofeng didn't succeed in his attack either.

Because after saying this, Lei Fuchao really couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't help but raised his wine glass and poured it down Li Kuofeng's forehead.

And scolded him: "Damn you, social scum, I won't accompany you anymore."

……

So 10 minutes later, Lei Fuchao, who walked away under the horrified eyes of the manager, stood in the street outside the hotel and fell into deep thought, feeling that his job would probably be gone tomorrow.

As is often sung in the song, at this moment of grief, Lei Fuchao wanted to call Xiao Ping.

But not.

He was the one who made an appointment last night, and he was determined not to talk to Xiao Ping this morning. If he couldn't help but call Xiao Ping now, wouldn't it be a shame?

However, before he could think of a decision, Xiao Ping sent him another message: "Remember not to drink on an empty stomach, it hurts the stomach and is easy to get on the head."

It's really on top.

After looking at the phone twice, Lei Fuchao finally called Xiao Ping back, and the other person answered quickly, once the call was connected, he heard himself sigh slightly, and said, "Come and pick me up."

Xiao Ping seemed to be outside as well, with the wind blowing beside him, he was taken aback when he heard this: "Brother Lei, are you drunk?"

Lei Fuchao didn't answer directly, sighed again, knelt down and reiterated: "Come and pick me up."

"Okay, I'll be there right away." This time Xiao Ping stopped talking, but he didn't ask for the address, and hung up the phone directly.Lei Fuchao was full of question marks, and just about to call back, someone called him nearby: "Lei Fuchao!" He looked up, and found that only ten or twenty steps away, there was a familiar figure rushing around. Running over from the small supermarket next door in the cold air.

Xiao Pingzhen's magical soldiers descended from the sky, and they will arrive soon.

Lei Fuchao didn't know how he got the address of the hotel, and was a little dazed for a moment.

However, Yue Mo was in a hurry to get out of the supermarket, and Xiao Ping didn't bother to fasten his leather wallet. As soon as the two got close, Lei Fuchao saw a thick stack of red bills in his wallet.

Lei Fuchao: "..."

Earlier he told Xiao that the cash he left at home that he could use freely was actually not more than one thousand.

Lei Fuchao felt something was wrong.

Can't you even afford a ten-dollar umbrella?