HuaYu14: Female celebrities are going too fast.

"A drama by Zhenwu Sunshine?"

"Yeah, the reading session has already started over there," Fan Xiaopang said. "Once you're done here, you can join the group."

Zhou Xun sat down next to Fan Xiaopang, opened the first page, and quickly glanced at the story summary.

Five women living in the same neighborhood and on the same floor, each striving and growing in their own way in the city of Shanghai.

This is an urban ensemble drama, geared towards female audiences, with male characters mostly playing supporting roles.

Zhou Xun looked at the role Fan Xiaopang had chosen for him: Ying Qin, a minor role with very little screen time.

"Don't complain about his limited screen time." Fan Xiaopang reached out and touched Zhou Xun's abs. "But he'll have more screen time in the second season."

Fan Xiaopang continued, "The director of this drama is Kong Shen. You should know what that name means."

Zhou Xun certainly knew that Zhenwu Sunshine was the director of "Nirvana in Fire" and "The Disguiser".

Zhou Xun didn't dislike the role; instead, he asked Fan Xiaopang:

"How did you help me get this role?"

"I've had dinner with Director Kong a few times and we've talked about you." Fan Xiaopang's hands kept moving. "I showed him some of your previous clips, and he said, 'This young man has potential,' and he's willing to give you a chance."

"But I also want to remind you that with Director Kong, if you can't get a scene right on the first take, that's fine. If you can't get it right on the second take, he'll frown. If you can't get it right on the third take, he'll replace you."

"Don't worry about my acting skills." Zhou Xun grasped her hand, which was moving up and down her body, and asked, "We've only had a few meals together. Is it that simple?"

What did Fan Xiaopang not endure in his early career for the sake of his career?

Even films with explicit content like "Buddha Mountain" are not made in just one production.

The result was that she achieved success in her career and became a source of capital.

Fan Xiaopang rolled her eyes at him: "What are you thinking? In the entertainment industry these days, who doesn't call me 'Master Fan'?"

"Me?" Zhou Xun released her hand, then grabbed her body. "Now that 'Master' has been taken down, can I still call you 'Master'?"

"Tch." Fan Xiaopang asked without batting an eye, "Who feels better, me or Nazar?"

"Yours," Zhou Xun said without changing his expression.

Fan Xiaopang chuckled, "You're smart to know what's good for you."

"That's the truth."

"Alright. You can stay here and read the script." Fan Xiaopang withdrew his hand, threw back the covers, and got up. "I'm going to wash up."

Her high heels were thrown under the bed, so she walked barefoot on the floor.

Halfway there, Fan Xiaopang asked, "Where's your cat?"

"I didn't bring it."

Fan Xiaopang didn't ask any more questions and headed towards the bathroom.

With the showerhead on, Fan Xiaopang closed his eyes, looked up, and let the water flow from his head to his feet.

After cleaning, she wiped the fog off the mirror and looked at herself carefully.

The wrinkles around her eyes seemed to have faded considerably: "I'll go to the clinic to get checked later."

Fan Xiaopang muttered to himself as he left the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, her hair was wrapped in a towel, with only a few wet streaks sticking to her ears.

She was wearing a white hotel bathrobe, barefoot on the ground, her toes still damp with water droplets, and carrying her red-soled high heels in her hand.

Zhou Xun leaned against the headboard, the script spread out on his lap, his gaze sweeping over her without lingering.

Fan Xiaopang sat down next to him, put her high heels back on the ground, took off the towel wrapped around her head, and handed a hairdryer to Zhou Xun.

"What?" Zhou Xun looked at her but didn't take it. "Blow it yourself."

Fan Xiaopang pushed it forward again, but Zhou Xun still ignored him.

She frowned slightly and said coquettishly:

"Brother Zhou Xun, could you please help me blow-dry my hair?"

Women who know how to be charming are lucky. Zhou Xun closed the script in his hand, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

"Say it again."

"Brother Zhou Xun, please help me, okay?"

"Don't call me that, call me master."

Seeing the expectant look in Zhou Xun's eyes, Fan Xiaopang gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Master Zhou, please help me, I'm really in so much pain right now."

"Master is here~"

After his hair was dried, Fan Xiaopang stood up, looked at Zhou Xun, and his tone returned to normal:

"So this is what you eat."

"So what?" Zhou Xun looked up at her.

"fine."

As Fan Xiaopang spoke, he took off his bathrobe and put on his own clothes.

Then he bent down to put on his shoes.

"How are you getting there?" Zhou Xun asked.

"You came this way, you'll go this way." Fan Xiaopang said, taking out sunglasses and a mask and putting them on.

Zhou Xun got up and put on his clothes:

"I'll send you out."

The two stepped into the employee elevator, and just as the doors were about to close, a small hand blocked the way.

"Zhou Xun, are you going to eat too?"

It was Chen Yao who came up, holding a white cat in her arms.

Fan Xiaopang glanced at the white cat in Chen Yao's arms, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips beneath his mask.

Her attire did not arouse Chen Yao's suspicion; in Hengdian, this was quite normal.

Zhou Xun nodded and said to Chen Yao, "Yes, shall we go together?"

Chen Yao nodded slightly.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Zhou Xun and Chen Yao got off together. As they stepped out of the elevator, Zhou Xun gave Fan Xiaopang a wink.

Fan Xiaopang understood, went to the garage alone, changed into flat shoes, and drove away.

Instead of going out for a meal, she drove directly to the maintenance clinic she frequents in Hengdian.

Fan Xiaopang got out of the car, entered the gate, took off his sunglasses, and the receptionist quickly came out to greet him.

"Sister Fan, the usual procedure?"

Fan Xiaopang nodded and walked straight inside. "Give my skin a full checkup."

The receptionist didn't dare to be negligent and led Fan Xiaopang to a room.

Not long after, her personal therapist handed her a form with a furrowed brow.

"What's wrong?" Fan Xiaopang asked.

"Something's strange," the therapist replied. "Take a look."

Fan Xiaopang took the order, which listed her skin's various measurements:

Dermal collagen content: 78%–85%

Elastic fiber content: 18%–22%

Static fine lines: 0, no dry lines, no perioral lines, no under-eye fine lines

Shallow dynamic wrinkles (when smiling): extremely shallow, reversible, wrinkle depth <0.05mm, no nasolabial folds, no tear troughs, no marionette lines.

……

"This data doesn't seem like that of a woman in her thirties," the therapist analyzed. "It's more like that of a woman who's just turned eighteen."

Fan Xiaopang's face remained calm, but she was overjoyed inside. She asked:

"Is it possible that you've made a mistake?"

The physical therapist shook his head. "Impossible. I tested it three times, and the values ​​were all about the same."

"What have you been eating lately?"

Fan Xiaopang glared at her, but he was also a little puzzled.

She spent one night with Zhou Xun, and this is how it ended the next day. She'd done it several times before, so why...?

Fan Xiaopang carefully recalled the details of last night... I did squats first, and then he went in and out...

But she was doing these things before.

Did I eat my own child?

……

On the other side, Zhou Xun and Chen Yao finished their meal.

Chen Yao went back to her room to change into yoga pants and then went to the gym with Zhou Xun.

"Brother Zhou Xun, I heard you're really good at working out," Chen Yao said, following behind Zhou Xun. "Could you teach me?"

Zhou Xun also changed into a quick-drying shirt, which accentuated his strong and well-defined physique.

He turned back and smiled at Chen Yao: "Of course, after all, we're friends."

Can we only be friends? Chen Yao didn't look up.