Lounge area near the set.

Lin Lewen was sitting under the parasol and waiting, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a long figure passing by.

Turning her face, Fu Mochuan's white business casual shirt with light-colored trousers appeared beside her calmly.

"Mr. Fu."

She quickly stood up and called out respectfully.

Fu Mochuan glanced at her, had no expression, and said lightly: "You are An An's assistant?" ”

"It's me, my name is Lin Lewen."

Fu Mochuan nodded, put one hand in his pocket, squinted in the direction of An Qing, she was talking to the director, Lin Lewen was beside him, standing or sitting, there was a feeling of helplessness.

"An An is okay in the crew?"

After a while, she heard Fu Mochuan ask and hesitated for a while.

"Pretty good."

This moment of hesitation made Fu Mochuan's eyebrows raise slightly, and seeing his black gaze turn again, Lin Lewen mustered up the courage to say: "Mr. Fu, Sister An Qing won't let me say it, but there are some things that I think should let you know." ”

Fu Mochuan's expression was indifferent, but there seemed to be an invisible pressure lingering around her body, she half-lowered her eyelids, and said Han Yuan's harassment of An Qing in one go, thought about it, and slightly mentioned Fu Weinian's incident that day.

"Mr. Fu, don't get me wrong, Sister An Qing didn't provoke him, and I don't know why Da Shao came suddenly." At the end, she glanced at Fu Mochuan's handsome face, which was still emotionless, and added carefully.

Fu Mochuan snorted, and suddenly asked, "Do you know Da Shao?" ”

Lin Lewen didn't expect Fu Mochuan to ask this, and after being slightly stunned, he said: "No, I don't know who recognized Da Shao that day, and I only knew it after hearing others say this." ”

Fu Mochuan nodded, and didn't say anything, but his dark eyes were a little cold.

At this time, An Qing had already entered the shooting state, and she and Han Yuan stood by the window.

Under the blue sea and blue sky, the scene of two lovers is quite eye-catching.

He squinted his eyes and watched as Han Yuan slowly leaned down towards An Qing.

Almost at the same time, An Qing also saw him.

Suddenly, Han Yuan's face was close at hand, and her long eyelashes fluttered instinctively.

Fortunately, Han Yuan didn't continue to move closer, and his face hung in front of him at a distance of about half a centimeter.

From behind, the two kissed each other passionately.

"Mr. Fu, don't get me wrong, Sister An Qing is just filming." Lin Lewen peeked at Fu Mochuan's expression and quickly explained.

Fu Mochuan magnetically squeezed out a hmm, but he still couldn't see anything on his face.

On the other side, An Qing glared at Han Yuan, leaning back slightly, and pressing her back against the windowsill.

"If I were you, I'd close my eyes." Han Yuan chuckled, approached her for half a minute, and moved his lips quietly.

The distance between the two was so close, his breath sprayed in bursts, and An Qing was full of disgust.

"It's okay."

Her hand propped up in front of the two of them pushed silently, and Han Yuan pressed close and reached out to support her waist.

"Be professional, the director hasn't shouted to stop yet." As he spoke, his lips rubbed against hers, intentionally or unintentionally.

In fact, physical contact is indispensable during the cooperation between the two, and there has been more than one kiss scene, but harassment and work are two different things.

Fortunately, the director stopped in time, she pushed Han Yuan hard again, and just stood up straight, she saw Fu Mochuan walking towards her with his long legs.

Many people on the set also noticed him, and there was a small commotion at the scene.

"This is Fu Mochuan?"

"Wow, real people are more handsome than on TV."

"I'm grass, An Qing is not sick, with such good resources, I am still stealing people outside."

"Tsk, this wealthy family is not very messy, the brothers share a woman, do you say that you will go to the wrong bed in the middle of the night."

"You don't know, how convenient it is, sleep the first half and then sleep the second, the nightlife is colorful......"

Fu Mochuan turned a deaf ear and turned his head to look at the director: "Director Zhou, is this filming over?" ”

"It's over, it's over." The director was also stunned, and looked at him with shiny eyes: "Mr. Fu, are you here to visit the class?" ”

"yes."

Fu Mochuan walked to An Qing's side, thoughtfully handed her water cup over, and then stretched out his fingers and carefully pulled her hair.

An Qing watched his movements a little stunned, and he didn't drink the water cup in his hand.

Han Yuan hadn't gone far yet, and he was a little surprised to see him, but he knew Fu Mochuan, but people didn't know him, and he was stunned, Fu Mochuan stretched out his right hand to him.

"You are the male number one in this drama, thank you for taking care of An Qing during the filming period."

"It should be, it should be."

Han Yuan hurriedly stretched out his hand, but before he could touch it, Fu Mochuan's hand shrank, and instead he held An Qing's slender waist, and passed by him as if no one was around.

He raised his hands and stood there, looking at the backs of the two of them, and clenched into fists in embarrassment.

Although he is popular and has attracted countless fans with his own traffic, he is still one day and one place compared to the wealthy families with full heritage.

Lin Lewen had already avoided it with interest, Fu Mochuan led An Qing to the rest area and sat down, glancing at the water cup in her hand: "Why don't you drink it?" ”

An Qing was actually not thirsty, so she had to unscrew the water cup and take a few sips, and then she raised the water cup.

"Do you want it?"

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, sat on the chair and leaned towards her.

An Qing was slightly stunned, watching him stretch out his thumb, and his rough fingertips slowly rubbed against her lips.

"The food is really bad, and the mouth is full of saliva when I drink."

His tone and expression were doting, but the movement of his fingers was not light, rubbing back and forth, making her a little painful.

But in the eyes of others, this scene is very warm.

"Fu Shao, you won't be jealous again." An Qing winked at him: "We didn't kiss just now, we just borrowed the seat." ”

Fu Mochuan's hand continued to rub her lips back and forth a few times, and then said lightly: "Before taking over the drama in the future, show me all the scripts first." ”

“……”

"Mr. Fu, you want to change your career to be my agent, let's say it first, I can't afford to hire it if my worth is too high." An Qing was stunned for a long time before she was speechless.

Fu Mochuan glanced at her.

"Whose lips are softer?"

She was stunned again, and after she understood, she thought deeply, looked at the man's unemotional eyebrows, and smiled: "Mr. Fu is wise and martial, peerless and beautiful, of course you are more friendly." ”

Fu Mochuan's dark eyes darkened a little.

"Are you happy on the set?"

His question today was disorganized, and An Qing thought he was asking casually again, so he smiled without any wit.

"Happy, of course I'm happy, after so many years, it's rare to be the protagonist again, you know, I've always liked acting."

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything when he wanted to persuade her to give up, this was known when she first applied for the art school.

Since there was no objection at the beginning, he can only respect her choice now.

The two sat face to face, An Qing's eyes stared, and he saw a fresh scar on the corner of his forehead.

He blocked it with his hair, and last night he looked at something else, but he didn't even notice it.

"Hurt this time?" She stretched out her fingers, carefully rubbed the scar, and asked distressedly, "Where else is the injury?" ”

"It's fine." Fu Mochuan reached out and pinched her fingertips.

An Qing recalled that he was shirtless last night, and seemed to be fine.

Her eyes fell, and she looked at the clothes on Fu Mochuan's body, not the same as last night.

"Hey, where did the clothes come from?"

Fu Mochuan didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows at her.

"I want to see that I'm not wearing clothes, so I'll finish the shooting and go back to the room early."

“……”

Have you ever seen someone say meat words seriously?

An Qingming's eyes rolled and he glanced at him: "Hooligans." ”

The man's heavy eyes finally oozed a faint smile.

When An Qing went to film again, Fu Mochuan dialed Cheng Yuan's phone: "You help me find out which brokerage company Han Yuan belongs to, how many endorsements he has signed, and how many contracts he has in hand." ”

Cheng Yuan didn't ask in detail, he responded one by one, he went back to Longcheng one step ahead of Fu Mochuan, reported the situation over there, and when he was about to close the line, he heard Fu Mochuan say: "By the way, help me check An Qing's identity information, she has been in country A for a few years, she should join A nationality, if you register your marriage, will the procedures be more troublesome." ”

Cheng Yuan's eyebrows jumped: "Mr. Fu, do you want to register your marriage with Miss An?" ”

"Just for you to inquire, what so much nonsense."

Is it just that? Cheng Yuan put down his phone with a headache.

Fu Mochuan's current situation is still very unoptimistic, although he returned to Longcheng, the Fu family is still in the hands of Fu Weinian, and the old man's attitude is not clear, but one thing is certain, they will never agree to Fu Mochuan marrying An Qing, and the consequence of his insistence on going his own way is to completely fall out of favor in the Fu family and stay away from the center of power.

Woe to you!

Fu Mochuan spent most of the day in the crew, and after finishing work, he invited the whole crew to eat lobster at the most luxurious restaurant in Haicheng, which gave An Qing enough face.

No matter how envious and jealous those who are psychologically unbalanced, this person who does his own thing will leave the table after sprinkling dog food.

The crew chartered the entire resort, and without those idlers, it was very quiet at the moment.

The two walked hand in hand to the room, and when they passed by the outdoor pool, Fu Mochuan suddenly stopped, stared at a pool of lake water rippling in the night, and asked, "Where is your swimsuit?" ”

"In the room." An Qing remembered the trick she had teased him before, and said a little speechlessly: "What do you want to do, I can't wear it now." ”

Fu Mochuan didn't speak, just raised his eyebrows and stared at her, his dark and deep eyes reflected the pool water, and they were also sparkling and rippling, and he saw An Qing's heart weak for a while.

"Okay, they're just kidding you."

"Jokes?"

Fu Mochuan smiled lightly, his long fingers holding her thin fingertips, as if unintentionally, in a circle.

"I remember you promised to wear it for me."

"Okay, okay, in a few days, I'll definitely wear it for you."

As she spoke, An Qing felt that there was something more between her fingers, and she pulled out her hand to look at it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"What about the ring I gave you before?" Fu Mochuan said domineeringly: "Don't throw this anymore." ”

An Qing looked at the ring between her fingers in a daze, it was very ordinary, not even as conspicuous as the one he gave to Fan Luowei, she raised her face.

"Is this a marriage proposal?"