Blame me for being too deep into the play

Chapter 19 You can send it to your brother-in-law
A week later, Director Feng Shan sent good news. About An Chuyu's agent to discuss the details of the contract. The reason was that the investor somehow let go and stopped interfering in the casting.

Shen Qiang made an appointment with the other party, and couldn't wait to call An Chuyu to explain the matter. An Chuyu was not surprised by the result.

Shen Qiang was silent on the phone for a few seconds, before waiting for the expected reaction, she smiled and said, "You already knew?"

An Chuyu sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, his chest, back, and back were sweating from exercise, his skin was red, and he was panting when he spoke: "You forgot, I told you that I will solve this matter. And didn't you already know that Qiao Lufei's incident was a misunderstanding?"

"I didn't expect the efficiency to be so fast!" Shen Qiang said excitedly.

"Hurry up?" An Chuyu got up and poured a glass of water, drank most of it, "If Qiao Lufei hadn't intervened, I would have been on the set by this time. I only knew about the movie when I chatted with Director Feng the day before yesterday The rest of the roles have been decided, the only difference is that the female lead is not in place."

Shen Qiang: "Have you chatted with Director Feng in private?"

"of course."

"It seems that you must be his number one female." Shen Qiang felt much more relieved, and she won another victory over Qiao Lufei, which was like a beautiful victory. She wanted to have a party to celebrate.

"If it's okay, I'll hang up first, and there's still a set of exercises I haven't finished." An Chuyu said.

An Chuyu has strict requirements on herself in terms of body management. Shen Qiang has never worried about this, and even persuaded her: "Don't be too tired. Since Director Feng didn't ask you, he just wants you to keep the status quo. By the way, after a while There's a charity night for A-list magazines in a few days, don't forget. I'll have Tracy send you the dress tonight."

"okay, I get it."

An Chuyu put down his phone, clicked on the paused tablet, followed the teacher in the video to complete the last set of movements, and lay down on the yoga mat like a pancake.

When she got the script, Sister Qiang said to give her a few days off, but she was not idle during the few days waiting for the news. Magazine cover shooting, interviews, commercials, no day was easy.

An Zhihe didn't call her again, probably guessing that she would not go back.

An Chuyu closed her eyes and lay on the yoga mat for a long time. When she was about to fall asleep, her phone rang suddenly, waking her up.

For the WeChat voice call from Xi Zheng, An Chuyu raised the phone high above his face, squinted at the screen for a while before answering.

He recovered from his cold, and Runlang's pleasant voice came: "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll bring it there for you."

An Chuyu covered his face with one hand, dragging a lazy tone: "Whatever." Afraid that he would not understand, she added, "The one with low calories will do."

"Are you going to eat green vegetable leaves again? I said, rabbits eat more than you do." Xi Zheng suggested, "How about I go to the supermarket to buy vegetables and improve your food at night?"

An Chuyu hasn't eaten the hot dishes cooked at home for a long time, and he almost can't remember what it tastes like.As soon as he said that, she was aroused and eager to eat.

But she had to restrain herself, the new movie was about to start shooting, and she had to walk the red carpet in two days. The size of the dress was already fixed, and it was impossible to change it. If it couldn't fit in, it would be a joke.

An Chuyu swallowed, and resolutely drove away the person who "shakes the morale of the army": "I won't eat, and you don't come either, just hang up."

Xi Zheng has a deep understanding of rejecting people thousands of miles away when she disagrees with her. He has long been immune to her words against her will. He automatically filtered them out and said to himself: "It doesn't matter if you indulge once in a while. People live for only a few days." Ten years, if you can't even eat comfortably, then what's the point of life. In this way, I try to control my calories, okay?"

The person who agreed to control their calories as much as possible, when they arrived at An Chuyu's house, they brought two shopping bags full of things, including meat and vegetables, as well as snacks.

After taking a shower, An Chuyu changed into loose home clothes, and sat on the sofa watching TV. Xi Zheng was in his peripheral vision, and he walked back and forth several times.

Xi Zheng came over and handed her a bottle of yogurt: "Probiotic yogurt, it promotes digestion, is it okay?"

An Chuyu took it over, and saw him take off his thick coat, wear a pure black flannel shirt inside, roll up his sleeves, take off his watch and put it on the coffee table, his movements were so neat that it was pleasing to the eye.The skin of the forearm is very white, and the place where it meets the sleeve is in sharp contrast.Looking thin and bony, the movements can capture superior texture lines.

An Chuyu looked away calmly, unscrewed the lid of the yogurt, took a sip, and licked the white stain on his lower lip: "I find that you are more proficient in getting in and out of my house than I am, and you can be said to come and go freely. The elevator password is here , you even know the password of the house, I remember I didn’t tell you.”

She would usually swipe her fingerprints when entering the door, and he would have no reason to see the process of entering the password, but when he entered the room just now, he barged in without knocking.

Xi Zheng walked around the coffee table with long legs, bowed, put her hands on the back of the sofa behind her, wrapped her in her arms, and smiled wickedly: "It's your birthday, you can try it out once you try it." .”

Before An Chuyu answered, he continued, "Do you still want to ask me how I know your birthday? It's written on the marriage certificate."

An Chuyu couldn't help recalling that she wanted to know how old he was some time ago, but she couldn't remember the date of birth she had seen on the marriage certificate, and she didn't bother to look for the certificate that she didn't know where she had thrown it.

He can remember so clearly.

-

On the evening of December 12th, An Chuyu got dressed and got in a nanny car to the venue.

Every year at the end of the year, there are so many awards ceremonies that you can't count them on both hands. There are many invitations handed over, but An Chuyu doesn't go to every one.

Tonight's charity night is hosted by a magazine with which she has collaborated many times in the past, and it is marked with an asterisk on the schedule, indicating that she must attend.

Zhu Cuixi sat next to An Chuyu, looking down at the photos she took before departure: "Sister Yu Yu, you are so beautiful today! You are absolutely gorgeous!"

An Chuyu wore a long red dress tonight. The skirt was slit diagonally, extending from the outer thigh of the left leg to the right ankle, and the skirt was embroidered with golden feathers.In order to echo this dazzling gold, the shoulder strap uses a gold chain.The back is half hollowed out, and two identical gold chains cross across the butterfly bone.

Compared with the floor-sweeping dress, it is much lighter, with a touch of restrained sexiness in its dignity, and it is also beautiful enough.

"Give me a look." An Chuyu stretched out his hand.

Zhu Tracy quickly slid to the front one, and handed her the phone: "All my photos are without beauty and filters. When our photographer finishes editing the pictures, the studio will post them on Weibo. Remember to interact with fans at night."

"You don't need to remind me, I know." An Chuyu flipped back, "The filming was not bad."

Zhu Cuixi held her face together: "Do you want me to send it to you? You can send it to your brother-in-law. The pictures posted on Weibo have watermarks, so it is not convenient to save."

An Chuyu glanced at her: "Who do you call brother-in-law?"

Zhu Tracy said blankly: "Who else?"

That night, she went to deliver a dress to Sister Yu Yu. It was not long after dinner time. I don't know what game the couple were playing. When she knocked on the door, it was Xi Zheng who came to open the door.The man's breathing was messy, his shirt collar was slanted to one side, exposing half of his collarbone, and his mouth was rosy, as if he was wearing lipstick.Then look at An Chuyu on the sofa, with messy long hair, buttoning up his buttons with his back facing her...

Zhu Tracy had never been in a relationship, but she understood at that moment, she threw down the dress and left without having time to help her hang it up.

After taking the elevator downstairs, Zhu Cuixi reflected that Sister Yuyu now has a husband, and she can no longer come to her door at any time to disturb her like before.

An Chuyu folded the blanket on his shoulders, and pulled back Zhu Cuixi's thoughts: "What good did he do for you?"

Zhu Tracy shook her head desperately: "I swear, absolutely not! The main reason is that I don't know what to call him. I can't always call him Mr. Xi. It's weird, I can only call him brother-in-law."

An Chuyu rolled his eyes: "I'll let Sister Qiang fire you tomorrow."

Zhu Tracy knew that she was joking, so she smiled, swiped Weibo with her mobile phone, and asked again fearlessly: "Is it really unnecessary to send it to you? You can keep it as a wallpaper for yourself."

An Chuyu: "I'm not that narcissistic."

Tracy Zhu moved her lips and muttered, "It's not narcissistic to use your own photo as a wallpaper."

-

An Chuyu has almost never lost on the red carpet. He beautifully walked the red carpet under the lights, stayed in front of the signature board, and took pictures with the media in the audience.

"Chuyu, look this way."

"Wave your hand, please? Here."

After taking the photo, the hostess sent a golden signature pen, An Chuyu took it with both hands, wrote his name on the signature board printed with the organizer's logo, and entered the infield.

BJ's winter is much colder than Xiamen's. The outdoor temperature has been approaching minus [-] or [-] degrees in recent days.The experience of walking the red carpet this time was not as comfortable as the last time at the Golden Rooster Awards. An Chuyu's teeth chattered from the cold throughout the whole process, and he had to show a decent smile in front of the camera.

It was much better to enter the venue, An Chuyu found a seat and sat down, and greeted several colleagues around him.

Zhao Yizhu was also there, her seat was at the back, the two looked at each other from the air, and smiled at each other.

The organizers have prepared a lot of activities, which are generally boring.An Chuyu took advantage of the intermission, the surrounding lights were dim, and no one was paying attention to her, so she left quietly with her skirt lifted.

Zhu Cuixi, who was hiding in the distance, noticed her movements, ducked her waist to avoid the camera sweeping around, and came to her: "Sister Yu Yu, what do you want?"

Generally, on such occasions, the assistant will always pay attention to the status of his own artist, and it is very common to pass something or call a makeup artist for a touch-up.

An Chuyu whispered, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"I'll accompany you."

"No, your favorite singer is coming soon, you stay here and watch, I'll go alone."

An Chuyu took the handbag, asked the staff at the scene, and walked out of the infield to the restroom in the backstage.It was clean inside, and there was a faint scent of lemon freshener in the air, and no one seemed to—

With a bang, one of the partitions was pushed open, and Qiao Lufei came out, accompanied by his assistant.

The dress she was wearing was a rather cumbersome style. Layers of irregular skirts were piled up, like a cloud of pink smoke, which was difficult to take care of when dragged on the floor tiles, so an assistant was needed to help carry the skirt when going to the toilet.

An Chuyu's face was calm, but he secretly said in his heart that the road to the enemy is narrow.

Qiao Lufei was different, her resentful eyes were clearly revealed, new hatred and old hatred added together, no matter what she couldn't put on a good face.

"An Chuyu, I haven't congratulated you for getting the female number one in Director Feng's new movie." Qiao Lufei looked at the woman in the mirror, her skin was fair and tender, her lips were bright red, her hair was half down and half up in a bun, and her bright make-up concealed it. He couldn't help the heroic look in his eyebrows.

How could An Chuyu fail to hear her sarcastic tone, and retorted not to be outdone: "You wished me a successful audition that day, I think it was probably thanks to you."

Qiao Lufei exploded with a bang like a ignited firecracker.

The high-heeled shoes clicked on the tiled floor, and she walked up to An Chuyu in a few steps: "You know how you got the role. I still wonder, you and Xi Zheng behaved strangely in Paris. His bed!"

　Yu Yu:? ? ? ?Fuck, it's obviously a role that relies on strength, but it's all Xi Zheng's fault that I was killed for my reputation!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)