Not a prophet has ever said that time is a medicine that heals all wounds.

It is true that the essence of development is the creation of new things and the death of old things.

We live on such a planet that what was yesterday will be replaced and forgotten at some point.

The artists under FLT Company cover almost half of the entertainment industry, and its predecessor is just a studio established by Fu Sinian at a cost of 500 million yuan from Fu Sinian in order to facilitate Tang Qingwan's writing to be better filmed. In just three years, it has transformed into a leader in domestic film and television media.

For newcomers who want to enter the circle and develop, if they can become a trainee of FLT and get the opportunity to debut, then in the future, their star journey is immeasurable.

So when the annual FLT draft began in April, boys and girls with star dreams rushed to submit their resumes to the announced mailbox, hoping that they could exchange for interviews.

Gu Qingge is no exception.

Although she is already twenty years old, it is relatively old to be a trainee at this age. But dreams still have to be had, what if they come true? Not to mention that she was born with a baby face, and some people believe that she is a junior high school student.

I don't know if it's because of honey's self-confidence, the video that was previously sent to FLT's email address actually passed the preliminary review. The staff informed her that she would go to the gymnasium of Chuancheng No. 1 Middle School for the second round of the competition, and if she was lucky enough to enter the competition, then she could really become a trainee of FLT!

On the day of the official competition, Gu Qingge got up very early to dress up, then pushed her battery car out of the house, although there was a light rain in the sky in the early morning, but it did not affect her happy mood, she hummed a little song all the way, did not wear a raincoat, and walked leisurely on this asphalt road.

A cheap black Lamborghini sped in front of Gu Qingge, and the splash of tires hit Gu Qingge's water-blue skirt, and the good mood of the original day was ruined like this, she couldn't get angry, picked up her bag from the front seat of the battery car and smashed it.

-- Bang —

After Lin Mu, who was driving in the front seat, heard the sound, he subconsciously glanced at Fu Sinian behind him, and sure enough, the young master was about to get angry.

"Parking. ”

Without waiting for Lin Mu to react, Fu Sinian actually opened the car door and jumped in.

Gu Qingge braked the battery brake in time, startled, it's over, she shouldn't be rash. She never thought that a rich man who drove a Lamborghini would make such a move.

She parked the battery car on the side of the road, cautiously stepped forward, squatted down, and poked Fu Sinian's back with her index finger, "Hey, sir, are you okay?"

When Fu Sinian turned his face, Gu Qingge was stunned for a moment, she had never seen such a good-looking man, until the Lamborghini that had just driven over drove over again, and a man holding a big black umbrella walked from below and shouted, "Young master, you didn't fall, did you?"

Only then did she come back to her senses and rubbed her left earlobe with her hand, "Since your friend is here, then I ......"

Suddenly, the handsome guy who touched the porcelain stretched out his long arm and hugged Gu Qingge in his arms, Lin Mu was so shocked that his jaw was about to drop, he thought that his young master had just jumped out of the car and broke his brain, and he hadn't seen Fu Si for three years.

Gu Qingge was stuffed in Fu Sinian's chest, and his tone was very bad, "Are you sick?"

"Well, I'm very sick. ”

Fu Sinian let go of Gu Qingge, Lin Mu looked at the young lady who had just smashed their car with a bag, and only then did he understand why the young master was out of shape.

The eyes, the little milk voice, got angry, and the young lady was simply a mold, carved out.

Lin Mu coughed lightly, interrupting Fu Sinian's self-blackening.

Fu Sinian motioned for Lin Mu to come over, and then muttered a few words. This kind of behavior made Gu Qingge feel that the two dog-like men in front of him seemed to be discussing whether to sell her.

Gu Qingge wanted to take advantage of their lack of attention and sneak away.

Unexpectedly, Fu Sinian dragged her arm, with a somewhat coquettish tone, "I'm injured." ”

His pure eyes are very similar to the popular little milk dog boyfriend model of today's friends.

Gu Qingge saw his injured ankle at this time, although it was still too late to rush to Chuancheng No. 1 Middle School for an interview, she really couldn't bear to see his aggrieved appearance.

"That's just ...... Didn't your friend say to send you to ......" Before Gu Qingge could say the word "hospital", the man in black who had just held the umbrella drove away.

"Look, I'm abandoned. ”

Gu Qingge burst out laughing, "Then you are so pitiful." ”

She has the same eyes as Qingqing, and even the same small milk voice, which is soft and glutinous to listen to, and very comfortable.

Fu Sinian only felt that in the past three years, he had finally survived.

Gu Qingge turned her face away, deliberately avoiding Fu Sinian's lingering eyes, and when she was nervous, she habitually rubbed her left thumb against her index finger, and her voice was a little timid, "That...... Mr. ......"

"Huh?"

Fu Sinian lay on the damp asphalt road, raising his handsome face that was harmless to humans and animals, expecting her to continue.

“...... Do you need ......" Gu Qingge pointed at Fu Sinian's injured ankle with his white little finger, "...... ...... take you to the hospital?"

"No, I don't. ”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his right hand to pull the hem of her skirt, "I'm a little hungry, can I go to your house for breakfast?"

The summer drizzle, with ambiguous feelings, drifted densely into the heart.

If you sniff hard, you can also smell the faint fragrance of acacia flowers on the side of the road.

Gu Qingge's * seemed to have jumped out of the cortex sharply, and she held her head with both hands in great pain and slowly lowered her body.

Fu Sinian heard her subtle convulsions, and saw dense beads of sweat soaking her forehead, "What's wrong with you?"

“...... It hurts ......."

“...... It hurts a lot......"

He stood up, ignoring the ankle injury, got up and picked her up in the air, and exhaled hot air softly in Gu Qingge's ear, "It's okay, let's go to the doctor right away." ”

Although it was the first time they met, I don't know if it was because of his words that calmed her mind, Gu Qingge snuggled into his arms and grabbed his back tightly.

By the time Fu Sinian took Gu Qingge into Dr. Mo's office, she had already fallen into a coma.