Chapter 371: I'm Sorry, It's Me Who Doesn't Love You
Having said that, Fu Jinxing's tone was helpless, but he did not complain.
In fact, he felt that it was also a happy thing to be able to solve the problems of the woman he cared about.
"Say, do you say yes?"
Meng Zhiyu took advantage of the victory to pursue and squinted at him.
Thinking back on his schedule today, Fu Jinxing still nodded: "Okay." ”
"Thank you, husband! Don't regret it, it's the puppy who regrets it, and you have to learn to bark in the live broadcast! ”
Meng Zhiyu shouted, pounced, and smacked Fu Jinxing's cheek fiercely.
"Get dressed, I'm going to brush my teeth!"
She turned around and ran, lest if she took a step too late, she would be slapped by him.
Fu Jinxing shook his head, shook the shirt on his hand, and put it on slowly and methodically in front of the dressing mirror.
Knowing that Fu Jin would be a substitute, Zhao Xueli's eyes widened in surprise: "Mr. Fu, he agreed?!" ”
It's just an impossible task!
Meng Zhiyu nodded, continued to look at the live broadcast schedule, and replied without raising her head: "Yes, he agreed, I forced him to die." ”
Zhao Xueli wiped the sweat from her forehead and said with emotion: "Sure enough, I have known Mr. Fu for several years, and according to his character, it is impossible to do this kind of thing, unless it is for you." ”
"You have to have the courage to try everything, in case he tries it once, and since then he has been obsessed with live broadcasting, not the president, but the Internet celebrity!"
Meng Zhiyu said very expectantly, not noticing at all that Zhao Xueli, who heard this, was about to faint.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, all the staff gathered in the He family compound to make preparations before the live broadcast.
The artists began to put on makeup, and Xiao Song was also there.
As soon as he saw Meng Zhiyu coming, he immediately wanted to stand up.
"Sit, don't move, keep putting on your makeup."
She said.
Looking at Xiao Song's face, Meng Zhiyu was much more relieved, he was worthy of being young, his recovery ability was amazing, and after lying in the hospital for a night, he seemed to be fine.
However, it is still not to be taken lightly.
Seeing that the makeup artist began to style Xiao Song's hair, Meng Zhiyu said a few more words and quietly walked out.
As soon as he took a breath, Fu Jinxing arrived.
She greeted him with a smile on her face, hooked his index finger with her index finger, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear, "You're here?" I'm afraid you'll let me go! ”
Fu Jinxing snorted heavily: "Am I that kind of person?" ”
After saying that, he didn't forget to pinch the tip of her nose.
Meng Zhiyu cried out again and again.
The official announcement of "Ten Perfections in Food" has come out, announcing that tonight's live broadcast will be carried out normally.
In addition to Zhang Zixin and Xiao Song, who are in the whirlpool of topics, will appear, according to the competition system, there will also be a supporting guest to help attack one side and have a duel.
As for who this supporting guest is, because the show itself takes the form of live broadcast, it is very mysterious and will not be exposed in advance.
Many variety shows will set up a mysterious guest, but the show needs to be recorded, and it is difficult to achieve 100% confidentiality.
"Ten Perfections in Food" is different, until the opening, except for a small number of staff, no one knows who will appear.
"You go put on makeup, you must behave well for a while, you must show your hand!"
Meng Zhiyu smiled and pushed Fu Jinxing to a separate dressing room, and the makeup artist had been waiting for a long time.
"Mrs. Fu! Miss Zhao, please go to the back kitchen and have a look......"
A staff member searched around, and finally found Meng Zhiyu, and hurriedly called out to her.
"Okay, I'll go."
Anyway, Fu Jinxing wants to put on makeup, and it is not good to look at a big man's makeup, thinking of this, Meng Zhiyu immediately went to the back kitchen.
No sooner had she walked than a woman stepped out from behind a pillar in the cloister.
It was Zhang Zixin, who had just finished putting on makeup, she finished the phone call and was about to go back to the lounge, but she heard Fu Jinxing's voice and immediately hid.
I thought he was just here to visit the class, but I didn't expect that this man actually spoiled that cheap woman to the sky!
not only let her mess around with the live broadcast website she acquired, but also replaced her in person for the absence of others!
A dignified president of the Fu family actually went to a variety show to cook dishes, who would believe it?
Zhang Zixin gritted his teeth fiercely, turned his head, and rushed straight to the door of the dressing room.
She didn't even knock on the door, she just pushed it open.
"Get out, I have something to say to Mr. Fu!"
To the makeup artist with a stunned expression, Zhang Zixin said fiercely.
The makeup artist immediately looked at Fu Jinxing, who had kept his eyes closed because he was doing thrush.
"Mr. Fu, this ......"
The makeup artist asked awkwardly.
“你先出去吧,等一下再继续。”
Fu Jinxing didn't open his eyes, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and said softly.
见他发话,化妆师如蒙大赦,她赶紧放下手里的眉笔,一转身就出去了。
It wasn't until there were only the two of them left in the dressing room that Zhang Zixin walked over step by step and stood beside Fu Jinxing.
"You've done so much for her, is it worth it? What the hell is wrong with me, you really treat me as a substitute and kick me away! ”
Zhang Zixin looked at herself in the mirror with tears in her eyes, even when she was the most depressed, she had to go to a plastic surgery institution once a month to maintain this face.
For female stars, image is the cost of eating.
For Zhang Zixin, her carefully transformed face is the weight of her turnover.
Even if it's only a little similar, it's enough.
But this time when she returned to China, Zhang Zixin found that she had obviously become older, especially after she met that woman, and in comparison, she lost completely.
Whether a woman is doing well or not, you can know by looking at her state that whoever makes her innocent like a child can really make her happy, which is indeed true.
反观自己,每天算计着,保养着,却是一天天地衰老了……
She's just not convinced!
"Why? On what grounds! ”
Zhang Zixin grabbed the eyebrow trimmer placed on the dressing table and pressed Fu Jinxing's Adam's apple without hesitation!
As soon as she slides down hard, hot red blood will spurt out!
She could almost imagine something like that.
"You don't want to do this here, do you? 外面至少有上百人可以作证,你也逃不出去,万一我死了,你的后半生就得在监狱里度过。 Do you know what happens to a beautiful woman like you when she goes to prison? Not only to be played with by men, but also by women......"
Fu Jinxing's eyes were closed, and he said with a smile.
"Shut up! Even if I die, it's much better than being humiliated by you again and again! Look at you, Fu Jinxing, where is your pride, what about your superiority? Why do you smile like a pug in front of that mean woman! Have you ever smiled at me like that? No...... Not once ......"
seemed to think of something sad, Zhang Zixin's hand loosened, and the eyebrow trimming knife fell in response.
She didn't know why she walked in, and she didn't know why she said so many boring things.
There seems to be a bad breath in my heart, and I can't vent it for too long, and it's hard to calm down.
"I'm sorry, it's me who doesn't love you."
After being silent for a long time, Fu Jinxing finally opened his eyes.
However, when he looked at Zhang Zixin, there was no guilt, only pity.
Even if he apologized, the man didn't honestly think he was wrong.
Perhaps, he just wanted to make her feel better, and stop holding on to the past.
"Hehe, I'm sorry...... I'm waiting for your 'I'm sorry', I'm really waiting until my heart is broken......"
Zhang Zixin shook his head and shook off a string of tears.
For the first time, she realized that she could cry in such a short time.
Over the years, he has acted in so many emotional scenes, and every time he shoots a crying scene, Zhang Zixin is stiffly holding back tears.
It turned out that it was just because I didn't feel sad.
"Well, in that case, I know what to do."
As if she had figured out something, Zhang Zixin suddenly held back her tears, and she carefully wiped the corners of her eyes with her fingertips, for fear of wearing makeup.
Taking a deep breath, she sneered: "Since Mr. Fu is personally in battle, he must come up with a good dish and don't smash the signboard." ”
傅锦行微微皱起眉头,总觉得张子昕的这句话里应该还有其他意思。
不等他细想,她已经出去了。
很快,之前的那个化妆师又回来了。
"Mr. Fu, can I continue to put on makeup?"
She asked cautiously.
Fu Jinxing adjusted his mood and nodded to her: "Go on, hurry up." ”
五点五十五分,直播倒计时正式开始。
看了看时间,坐在监控器前的孟知鱼有些紧张地咬起了指甲。
In tonight's live broadcast, there will be two questions that have been bothering her-
One is whether Xiao Song's body can last for an hour of live broadcast, you must know that during the live broadcast, he is not sitting there, drinking tea and chatting, but cooking in the busy kitchen.
另一个就是傅锦行是否能够适应综艺节目,在保持状态的情况下,和其他艺人以及工作人员进行良好的互动。
就在半小时之前,节目组的随队医生已经给肖颂又做了一次检查,证明他现在没问题。
As for Fu Jinxing......
Meng Zhiyu adjusted the headset and said to the director: "Please cut the camera to Fu Jinxing, thank you." ”
In the next second, the expressionless face appeared on the monitor.
她哭笑不得,连忙把频道换到他们两个人的私人频道,小声说道:“喂,你干嘛冷着一张脸,好像在生谁的气一样! ”
I saw Fu Jinxing frown slightly, and his thin lips moved slightly.
Immediately afterwards, Meng Zhiyu heard him answer himself: "I'm really angry, I'm angry with you, do you think the substitute player is so easy to do?" ”
她干笑两声,急忙解释道:“才不是呢,你可是我的秘密武器,我本来是不打算轻易拿出来的,谁让现在是非常时期呢! ”
"Hmph, Flim Flam."
Fu Jinxing seemed to know Meng Zhiyu's exact location, he glanced straight to this side, and then made a gesture to his heart.
"Wow!"
Meng Zhiyu was completely stunned, she thought that her husband didn't understand these things at all, but she couldn't imagine that this big iceberg was still keeping up with the times!
So, she also stood up with a lot of face, raised her hands, and put her fingertips on the top of her head, comparing a super big heart.