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    At this moment, Xu Bai felt a little chill down his spine.

    Ten minutes ago, he and Du Zeyu returned to No. 9 to continue filming.

    Du Zeyu was fine, except that his butt was bruised by a stone, and the skin was abraded and there was some blood.  After applying some ointment, he felt much better, but his walking posture was a bit strange.  As if to prove that his butt was really fine and he didn't need to go to the hospital, he offered to go back with Xu Bai to continue filming.

    So Xu Bai agreed.

    But the problem came, Fu Xitang also followed them to the set.

    Ayan followed behind him and helped him move a chair aside.  When Fu Xitang sat down, he stood back as hard as he could, and profoundly explained what it meant to show off one's strength.

    But what he said about the scene was right, "You continue to shoot, my husband is just here to take a look."

    Yao Zhang hurriedly came to Xu Bai and asked, "What's going on?"

    But Xu Bai couldn't tell what was going on. Could it be that he misunderstood Mr. Fu's meaning and that made Mr. Fu angry?  But Mr. Fu is not such a stingy and vindictive person.

    "It's okay, Mr. Fu is not someone who would dictate other people's work." Xu Bai could only say this to Yao Zhang.

    Yao Zhang can only believe this. Sihai¡¯s reputation is pretty good and he never puts too much emphasis on the projects he invests in.  This building was originally the private property of the other party. Now that he comes to sit here for a while, others have no right to speak.

    So the filming continued, but the atmosphere suddenly became very weird.

    No one dared to speak loudly, and everyone walked cautiously, for fear of making any mistakes and being noticed by the big boss.  But many people can't control their curiosity. Even if their hearts are beating fast due to the aura of the big boss, their eyes will still glance at him from time to time.

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    Fairy Mo: So why is the big boss here?  Come here to supervise the work!

    Where is my Italian cannon: I knelt down tremblingly under my uncle¡¯s suit trousers. My little angel Ayan¡¯s aura seems to be 1.8 meters tall today!

    Rebecca: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why uncle is so beautiful!  Still so aggressive!  This unscientific!  I, Xu Axian, is 1.85 meters tall, but I can't overpower a beauty!

    Dominating the mahjong circle: Xu Axian is heartbroken!

    Mo Xiaoxian: Xu Axian beats his chest and stamps his feet!

    Where is my Italian cannon: Why do I feel that my uncle has really been looking at our Xu Axian

    Second Battalion Commander: When you say that, I can¡¯t control my thoughts.

    Second Battalion Commander: My Xu Axian¡¯s foot injury hasn¡¯t healed yet, how dare you let him get wet in the rain!  He still has to be pushed to the ground, ugh!

    Dominate the mahjong circle: Wow!

    Excavator girl Zhao: Our Xu Axian is still as dedicated as ever, and we will also call for Axian today!

    Where is my Italian cannon: blast the lights for Xu Axian!

    What is it: Blasting Light 1, but I think Master ¡¯s inner OS should be: How do you have so many crews?

    Where is my Italian cannon: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

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    Excavator girl Zhao: Huh!  Our Xu Axian has fallen again!

    "Bang!" Xu Bai was punched to the ground again, smashing all the crabapples on the ground.  The young man in student uniform fell on the ground in a daze among the fallen flowers and leaves. The rain wet his hair, and the mud soiled his clothes, making him look miserable.

    He was breathing heavily, his lips were pale, and his chest was heaving like a beached fish.  It seemed like it took an entire century for his eyes to go from firm to scattered and then to re-focus.

    A piece of petal stuck to his stained face, and the red color of the crabapple was like the last bit of romantic feelings in that era.

    "Pass!" The natural sound finally sounded.

    Jiang Sheng rushed forward, helped Xu Bai up from the ground, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

    "It's okay." Xu Bai wiped the water from his face and looked at Fu Xitang involuntarily.  Acting under his gaze the whole time just now made Xu Bai nervous in a rare way.

    I wonder if Mr. Fu is satisfied or not?

    Mr. Fu¡¯s expression was calm and there was no clue.

    Only Ayan noticed his slightly moving fingers, and his eyes were always looking in the direction of Xu Bai.

    Does he want to take the petals off Xu Bai's face?  Ayan looked confusedThe shapes are gone.  Ayan stood at the door and looked at him sympathetically, and said, "Sir, he said that playing with things is a loss of life, so he asked me to put away my things for the time being."

    Xu Bai sat paralyzed on the bed, feeling that he very much needed a lazy sofa to lie down on and release his frustration.

    How could Mr. Fu do this?

    Out of boredom, Xu Bai picked up his only wealth - his mobile phone.

    Xu Bai hesitated and hesitated, his fingers wandered over the WeChat avatar dozens of times, and finally he couldn't help but click on the flower and send the message.

    ? Tomorrow in Kersville: Mr. Fu, are you there?

    After sending the message, Xu Bai regretted it.  He didn't reply to the messages he sent to Fu Xitang before, and he might not open WeChat at all.

    And what is this?  It seems like when I was in high school, my dean confiscated my comic books, and I had to take the initiative to go there and be punished.  No, no, no, I can't be so miserable.

    But suddenly, a WeChat notification sounded.

    Xu Bai immediately looked over and saw Fu Xitang replying a question mark to him.

    Wow, what now?

    Xu Bai was very smart, so he did not reply directly.  Instead, he very decisively came to the window, opened it, stretched out his hand to scratch the leaves of the ivy, and asked: "What is your husband doing now?"

    The ivy brother was woken up by Xu Bai just as he fell asleep, but fortunately he has a gentle temper and is very helpful.  So he and Xu Bai shook the leaves, then slowly went over to help him look at them.

    The window of Fu Xitang¡¯s bedroom was closed, and the ivy lay secretly by the window to watch.  But there were transparent patterns on the window, making it difficult for him to see clearly what was going on inside.

    At this moment, the window suddenly opened.

    The tip of the ivy's bud was lifted blankly, and Fu Xitang appeared to have just come out of the bathroom. He was wearing a bathrobe, revealing his smooth collarbone, and his hair was still dripping with water. He asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

    The ivy immediately became frightened. The leaves covered the tips of the buds, as if they were covering their eyes shyly.  Then he waved the vines and gestured quickly, and sold Xu Bai completely - The guest asked me to come and see what the gentleman is doing?

    So three minutes later, Xu Bai received a picture from Fu Xitang on WeChat, which showed confiscated books and models.

    Xu Bai understood them as hostages.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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