fiery fall

The hot pot restaurant is not far from the crew, about half an hour's drive.

Fu Qianbei didn't drive very fast and slowly followed the crew's car line.

The car was fully heated, and he glanced at the co-pilot through the rearview mirror. Shen Ennan was wearing a large black mask, and only a pair of smart eyes were exposed on his face. He lowered his head and was using it. cell phone.

"Ennan, you don't need to wear a mask in the car."

"I want to wear it."

Shen Ennan raised her little face, looked at Fu Qianbei Qingjun's profile, buried her face again, and continued to stare at the chat box on her phone. The doctor was telling her about the risks and sequelae of scar removal on her face.

Fu Qianbei was silent for a moment and said warmly: "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Shen Ennan shook his head, "No."

Rather than feeling a little short of breath, she didn't want Fu Qianbei to see her face full of ugly scars.

Fu Qianbei's eyes flashed with helplessness, and he lowered the temperature in the car. "Shen Anyan has been arrested. Why didn't you tell the crew just now that we are husband and wife? When will Mrs. Fu prepare to give me a formal Status?"

Shen Ennan's eyes darkened for a moment, and when he raised his face to look at Fu Qianbei, the darkness in his eyes had disappeared.

She smiled and said: "After a while?"

Fu Qianbei turned to look at her, with a hint of pity and gratitude hidden in his dark eyes, and said warmly: "Okay, I'll listen to you, we will make it public when you say."

Fu Qianbei looked at the road ahead again, his eyes gradually turning cold, and he wanted to tear Shen Anyan into pieces.

He knew that Shen Ennan was concerned about the scars on his face. If he could deal with Shen Anyan as soon as possible, Shen Ennan would not be injured and would not become so sensitive and cautious.

It was him who failed to protect her.

The hot pot restaurant was right in front of him. Zhou Cheng arranged the parking space in advance and waited personally.

After the car stopped, Fu Qianbei got out of the driver's seat. On the other side, Shen Ennan also opened the passenger door, wearing a black mask tightly on his face, and said hello to Zhou Cheng.

Zhou Cheng responded with a smile, walked to Fu Qianbei and made an invitation gesture, "Mr. Fu, get on the elevator this way, the box is ready."

The three of them walked into the elevator. Zhou Cheng pressed the number and stood with his hands in front of his abdomen.

For a moment, I didn’t know what topic to talk to investors.

When Zhou Cheng was about to introduce that the specialty of this hot pot restaurant is Chaoshan beef balls, Fu Qianbei's cold voice sounded, his tone was inexplicably gentle and caring, "Feeling sick in your stomach?"

Zhou Cheng was stunned for a second and shook his head in flattery: "No, no, thank you -" Mr. Fu was concerned...

Looking up, Zhou Cheng suddenly looked embarrassed. Fu Qianbei looked at Shen Ennan who was leaning against the elevator wall with clear concerned eyes. The latter was slightly arching his back and pressing his lower abdomen with his hands.

Zhou Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, it was because he had acted on his own initiative.

"Ding" the elevator door opens.

Zhou Cheng pressed the door button and said, "Director Shen, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Shen Ennan shook his head, "Director Zhou, I'm fine, go to the bathroom."

With that said, she pressed her belly and walked out of the elevator, asked the passing attendant for the direction to the bathroom, and trotted away. Zhou Cheng smiled awkwardly: "Mr. Fu, let's go to the box first?"

Fu Qianbei looked at Shen Ennan's hurried back. She seemed to have left her bag in the car. He pressed his knuckled hand on the first floor again and said softly to Zhou Cheng: "I left something in the car. You go first." Go to the box.”

Zhou Cheng walked out of the elevator and watched the elevator door slowly close.

He couldn't figure out what else he needed to bring to eat hot pot?

In the elevator that was descending at a constant speed, Fu Qianbei took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the time recorded on the memo, and sent a message to Shen Ennan: [Auntie is here? ]

Shen Ennan: [How do you know? I have a bathroom in my bag, but I left it in your car! ! ! ]

Fu Qianbei looked at the three big exclamation marks in the dialog box, and his thin lips couldn't help but curl up, "Count the days, I'll go down and get it for you, wait a minute." ]

After chatting for a while, the elevator went down to the first floor.

Walking to the parking lot outside the hot pot restaurant, under the dim street lights, Fu Qianbei opened the passenger door and bent down to take out Shen Ennan's bag.

From the corridor window on the third floor, Zhou Sisi was going to the bathroom to touch up her makeup when she caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye.

She said in a surprised tone, "Mr. Fu is helping Screenwriter Shen get the bag?"

Assistant Xiao Zhang looked down and unexpectedly said, "Mr. Fu and Screenwriter Shen seem to have a very good relationship. Sister Sisi, why don't you build a good relationship with Screenwriter Shen?"

Zhou Sisi stared at Fu Qianbei's tall figure downstairs and reluctantly took it back until he entered the hotel.

She pursed her lips and walked to the bathroom on high heels. "Director Shen is just a screenwriter. What's the use of having a good relationship with her? And haven't you noticed that she has always been bad luck?"

Xiao Zhang trotted to catch up with Zhou Sisi, "Sister Sisi, what does this have to do with luck?"

"I feel that screenwriter Shen has a bad luck buff. You see, after Ning Jia joined the team, she became close to screenwriter Shen. She caught a cold when she first joined the team, and almost lost the female lead because of her voice problem. Later, she had a car accident. In order to save her role, Filmed while sick.”

In front of the bathroom mirror, Zhou Sisi turned on the faucet and rinsed her hands.

She looked at her appearance in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction, "If you look at Screenwriter Shen himself, he is a very poor player. She was originally the daughter of the Shen family, but the Shen family went bankrupt and lost everything. Some time ago I don’t know what happened to her, she seems to be disfigured..."

"In that case, it's better to stay away from Director Shen."

Zhou Sisi smiled confidently, asked Xiao Zhang to hand her the lipstick in the bag, and traced the shape of her lips in the mirror, "Besides, there is an unbridgeable gap between Screenwriter Shen and Mr. Fu."

"What chasm?"

"The Shen family killed Mr. Fu's parents after all." Zhou Sisi lowered her voice, worried that the walls had ears, and wanted to teach her wooden-headed little assistant to show off her own intelligence, "Even if Mr. Fu doesn't mention it now, The deep hatred that killed my parents is always a thorn in Mr. Fu's heart."

"So, instead of trying to please Screenwriter Shen at the expense of the near and distant, it's better to please Mr. Fu directly."

Looking at the woman with exquisite makeup in the mirror, Zhou Sisi smiled with determination, "Tonight is a good opportunity, I must impress Mr. Fu!"

"You certainly impressed me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold and cold voice sounded from behind.

"Fu...Mr. Fu?" Zhou Sisi saw the man who appeared in the mirror, he was dignified and indifferent, as if he was superior to her.

Zhou Sisi's heartbeat quickened, she turned around with a stiff smile on her face, "Mr. Fu, hello, Mr. Fu."

Fu Qianbei looked at her coldly, "What's your name?"

Zhou Sisi's pupils trembled. Mr. Fu asked her name in person. Did he really want to keep her in mind?

Next year, will she be able to become a first-line female artist under Mr. Fu's training? !