Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 125 Why do you control me

Immediately, Fu Heng hugged her and hurried through the crowd, circling around and into the narrow alley.

Chu Ci finds it a little funny that she, an ordinary person, still hides like a star.

So she couldn't help giggling: "It feels like we're hiding from the paparazzi!"

Fu Heng held her hand, and whispered in her ear: "Let's play a game with him."

They came out to play today, and they were all dressed casually. In addition, the temperature here in Tokyo is not particularly low, so it is not difficult for the two of them to run.

Chu Ci held Fu Heng's hand tightly, feeling that she hadn't been so relaxed in a long time, just like playing hide-and-seek when she was a child, playing hide-and-seek with the person who secretly took pictures.

I don't know how long he ran, but Chu Ci asked excitedly, "Has that person gone yet?"

Fu Heng stopped, leaned against the wall beside him, and said in a low voice, "He's in the alley over there now, don't move here, I'll go over there."

Chu Ci nodded and shook his hand: "Okay, be careful."

Now Fu Heng looks like a young man in his early 20s, full of childlike innocence.

He tiptoed over, then stopped behind the paparazzi, and directly attacked, knocking the paparazzi down.

Taking off the hat on the paparazzi's face, Fu Heng looked at him with a half-smile, then stretched out his hand, motioning him to hand over the miniature photo camera.

From the beginning to the end, the smile on his face was faint, not angry, but just looking at you so gently, can make your heart tighten unconsciously.

This man's aura is really too strong.

The young man's lips trembled and moved twice, but he didn't intend to hand over the things.

Fu Heng sneered: "Hurry up and hand it over, don't force me to do it."

The young man took a deep look at Fu Heng, then looked at him with wide eyes, with a confused look on his face, pretending not to understand.

Fu Heng suddenly became annoyed, and punched him in the face: "Don't pretend you don't understand, be careful I beat you until you don't even know your mother."

After speaking, he raised his fist again, making a gesture to strike again.

Probably this paparazzi is also a newcomer who has never seen the world, so he immediately panicked: "Don't hit, don't hit, I will hand it over."

This is his first mission, because he learned that Fu Heng was married in China before, but no one knew who the legendary low-key and mysterious Mrs. Fu was. He just heard that Fu Heng was going to Japan for vacation, so he pretended to be Advocacy is coming, hoping to get some information and make a fortune.

But unexpectedly, Fu Heng found out.

He reluctantly took out the pinhole camera and handed it to Fu Heng: "It's all here."

Fu Heng grabbed his collar and pressed him with one leg, preventing him from moving a bit.

At this time, Chu Ci also came from the side. She ran in front of Fu Heng, looked down at the paparazzi lying on the ground, and shook her head.

It's not good to photograph anyone, but you have to choose to secretly photograph President Fu. If he is in a bad mood, you really don't even know how he died.

Fu Heng threw the pinhole camera in his hand to Chu Ci, and ordered, "Delete everything."

Then he continued to grab the paparazzi's collar and asked, "Hand over the rest too."

The paparazzi is about to collapse, he is a little low-level private investigator, he even made the headlines of Fu Heng's news by relying on candid photos, and became a famous detective, but now there is nothing to do.

He sighed: "It's really gone, if you don't believe me, search it!"

Fu Heng stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and knocked on his chest lightly: "I'll say it again, hand it over."

The paparazzi looked at the man's calm eyes, exhaled, and reluctantly took out the phone from his pocket, "Here, it's really gone."

Even if a man like Fu Heng doesn't use fists or kicks against you, his innate aloofness and aloofness will still make you deeply impressed.

Seeing that Fu Heng was still in disbelief, the paparazzi panicked, afraid that if he got angry, he would impulsively beat him to death. Although fame and money are both important, in this case, life is more important .

He hastily dug out his pockets all over, with a mournful face: "I'm not lying to you, please, let me go, I really gave it all."

Fu Heng took the phone, deleted all the photos in it, and then let go of the paparazzi's collar, "You can go now."

"My phone... and camera..."

Fu Heng glanced at him: "Don't you hurry up?"

The paparazzi felt that there would be no good end to going against this man, so they didn't even want the mobile phone and camera, and quickly got up and stumbled away.

Chu Ci looked at the back of the young man leaving and shook her head.

"There are not many photos in here, all of them have been deleted."

Fu Heng nodded, took the camera from her hand, walked a few steps, and threw it into the classified dustbin.

Although he said he deleted the photo, Chu Ci was still a little worried, what if he still kept it and posted it on the Internet?
Fu Heng touched her face: "I'll call Mu Xiuchen later and ask him to pay attention."

In the afternoon, Young Master Mu received a call from a foreign country.

As soon as he heard that Mr. Fu was having fun abroad and that Young Master Mu, who was still working hard for the family business, was very unhappy, he wanted to reject his request at that time.

But in the end, he snorted coldly and agreed.

Just after hanging up the phone here, Mu Xiuchen put down the pen in his hand, thinking about where would be the best place to go if traveling, but it's not convenient for Lu Xiang to have a big belly, so let's wait another five months!Just thinking about it, the door of the office was pushed open, and then a gust of wind carried a cold female voice: "Why did you push my show away?"

Mu Xiuchen frowned, with a dull expression on his face: "Why didn't you knock on the door before you came in?"

Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, a bit of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her face, but she quickly calmed down, stretched out her hand to stroke her hair: "I'll leave after asking a few words."

She was condescending, with an aggressive expression on her face, "Why did you push my scene?"

Mu Xiuchen stood up, met her gaze, and thought for a while: "Which play, the one directed by Zhao Yiming?"

Wen Xin snorted coldly: "The director has been confirmed, and the lead actor has also been confirmed. Now you can't tell me what it means to act."

Compared with Wen Xin's aggressiveness, Mu Xiuchen's mood was as dull as a glass of boiled water without temperature: "You don't know who Zhao Yiming is, you take his role?"

After a pause, he added: "What's more, you just made a verbal agreement and didn't sign a formal contract."

"Director Zhao is a qualified director in this circle. I am lucky to be able to cooperate with him. What do you disagree with?"

"Warm." Mu Xiuchen looked down at her, staring at her with deep eyes without blinking, with a cool smile on his lips: "For a person like Zhao Yiming, you are sure to cooperate with him. Do you really know or not?" Know."

Zhao Yiming has a bad reputation in the circle, and he has sneaked into countless female stars, many of whom turned their faces and refused to recognize anyone after going to bed.

Therefore, this time, Wenxin had private contact with Zhao Yiming, and even wanted to cooperate with him. As an artist of Uniasia, Mu Xiuchen definitely disagreed with Wenxin.

"I don't care what he is, I only know that his director ability is not covered."

Looking into Wen Wen's eyes, Mu Xiuchen finally got angry, and stared at her sharply: "I'm doing it for your own good."

Wen Xin was quiet for a while, looked at the man's gentle but actually very calm face, and sneered: "Why do you care about me?"

Mu Xiuchen narrowed his eyes, and finally the anger in his eyes disappeared bit by bit: "You are an artist under my banner, and I need to protect your personal safety."

His official and polite words seemed to be a thorn in Wen Xin's heart. How she hoped that he would say that it was because of her that he wanted to protect her, not because she was an artist under Huanyi and his subordinate.

Wen Xin took a few steps back, her cold and delicate face was full of hurt expressions, she bit her lips tightly: "You protect me, the person you want to protect now is not me anymore, is it?"

He is already engaged to Lu Xiang, and the whole world knows about it. At best, she is just a spectator, watching the people around her have their own happiness, but can't do anything.

Mu Xiuchen frowned, then saw Wen Xin took a few steps back, and sneered: "The person who can protect me is dead, and he has been dead for about five years."

Her face was full of hurt expressions, she looked hastily and pitifully: "The only one who can protect me is my brother, you are just taking this responsibility for his sake, right?"

A tear fell from the socket of the eye, and Wen Xin quickly raised her hand to wipe it away, "I won't take the show anymore, and my contract with Huan Yi will expire in half a year, let's terminate the contract then!"

Mu Xiuchen frowned, with a helpless expression on his face: "Win Xin, don't be like this."

Wen Yan was his brother, and he did take care of Wen Xin for his sake, but no matter what, his feelings for her in his heart were not fake.

After speaking, he wanted to reach out and grab her arm.

But Wenxin suddenly pushed his hand away: "You don't have to worry about me."

"Warmth." Mu Xiuchen was a little annoyed, "Without Zhao Yiming's drama, there are other dramas. You don't need to get angry with me over such a trivial matter."

Wenxin didn't know why she was angry with him, but it was definitely not just because he didn't let her cooperate with Zhao Yiming.

"I'm not angry with you." Wen Xin looked at him coldly: "You don't have to worry about me, after all, you are getting married too."

"You are still an artist under my banner, and I have the right to manage you."

After a pause, Wenxin took a deep breath, and a cold light reflected in her eyes, "Oh, if you say that you use my brother-in-law to control me, then I can still believe it a little bit."

Just as he finished speaking, the door of the office was pushed open again, and Lu Xiang's glamorous face appeared in sight.

Her crimson and delicate lips were slightly opened, and the corners of her brows and eyes were cold: "What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)