Chapter 0653 Lou Ye

No matter when, when children fall in love, parents are most worried about two things: first, that their child will be deceived; after ruling that out, they worry that the person is not suitable for their child and that the two will not be happy together.

This unsuitability is, of course, multifaceted, including personality, family, work conditions, and so on. As for appearance, as long as it's not too abstract, parents don't mind much.

But unfortunately, whether it was Fan Baobao or Zhao Fusheng, they had known each other for far too long. Neither Zhao's parents nor Li Yuan found it surprising at all that they were together. In the eyes of both families' elders, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao being together was entirely natural and logical.

"Believe me, if you went back now with a big belly, whether it's my parents or your mom, they'd definitely put you on a pedestal and treat you like an ancestor."

Zhao Fusheng said with a smile, holding Fan Baobao.

Since neither of them had anything to do, and Zhao Fusheng couldn't take his girlfriend out for a stroll—shopping wasn't fun either—their daily routine was to laze around on that big mattress, hugging and chatting.

Now Fan Baobao's kissing skills were quite proficient; her little tongue coiled around as flexibly as a small snake. She just occasionally liked to bite, and she didn't object to many of Zhao Fusheng's more advanced moves. Except for the final step, the two were naturally unrestrained in everything.

In fact, Fan Baobao didn't mind giving herself to Zhao Fusheng. In her eyes, she would never find a man who treated her better than this guy in front of her.

But Zhao Fusheng always felt that those wonderful things should happen at a more romantic moment.

Besides, when two people are together, just doing the piston motion is too boring. The matter of情趣 is not something outsiders can understand.

The night passed without incident. The next morning, the sunlight outside the window quietly shifted, and the grass-green light and fine breeze flowed slowly through the room, seemingly casting shadows on the wall.

"Kid, aren't you living too leisurely?"

After spending two days at home with his girlfriend, Zhao Fusheng suddenly received a call from Jiang Wen, just after Fan Baobao was summoned away by a call from the crew.

"Bro, your people just called my girlfriend away, disturbing my time alone with her. Now you're asking if I'm too leisurely? Come on, come on, I'll give you a chance to explain yourself." Zhao Fusheng said irritably.

"So what? You're loafing around all day while I'm working like a dog in the crew. I..." Clearly, Jiang Wen felt he was having a hard time.

But the next moment, Zhao Fusheng's words made him so angry he almost threw his phone.

"Don't joke. Dogs aren't as tired as you." Zhao Fusheng said flatly.

Jiang Wen was completely taken aback, silent for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll treat you to lunch at noon. I want to introduce a friend to you."

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No."

Damn it!

Jiang Wen suddenly felt he now deeply understood the meaning of the phrase 'bristling with anger,' because that's exactly how he felt at that moment.

"Donglaishun. Come or not, it's up to you. If you don't, I'll keep Fan Baobao shooting every day, especially at night." Jiang Wen said viciously, gritting his teeth and issuing what he thought was the most terrifying threat, then hung up directly.

Zhao Fusheng knew it wasn't just about eating. Old Jiang had few and fixed friends, mostly from the Film Academy or the Beijing circle. Since returning from Cannes, he had often introduced them to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng also knew Old Jiang meant well and couldn't refuse. He had heard of some of these people's names, others he hadn't. And after interacting with them, Zhao Fusheng always felt they weren't genuine. Like a group of unreliable patients, stuck in the mud but not thinking about how to get out; instead, they were full of fantasies about movies and the future.

He wondered how Old Jiang could hang out with them—clearly two completely different philosophies. Old Jiang also loved fantasy, but he was more grounded, so he succeeded.

At noon, Zhao Fusheng showed up at the entrance of Donglaishun on time.

But to his surprise, Jiang Wen was actually waiting for him at the door.

"Oh, is the sun rising from the north today? Old Jiang, you actually came to pick me up." Zhao Fusheng teased, tilting his head to look at Jiang Wen. Every time he ate with this guy, he would only tell him the location and room number and let him go alone. This time, he actually came to the door, which really surprised Zhao Fusheng.

Jiang Wen glared at Zhao Fusheng and said irritably, "I'm the host, so of course I have to come early."

"Come on, you've never arrived early before." Zhao Fusheng gave him a contemptuous look. Jiang Wen was always like that, liking to boast insincerely.

As they went upstairs, Zhao Fusheng casually asked, "Who's coming later?"

He was very curious. Who could have the face to get Jiang Wen to invite him, personally accompany him, and even come to the door to greet him, afraid he would turn around and leave?

Jiang Wen didn't answer. Instead, he pulled Zhao Fusheng into the private room, picked up the menu on the table, and started ordering.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Fusheng frowned slightly. Although he wasn't impatient, he really didn't like people being mysterious with him.

Jiang Wen put down the menu, sighed, and said, "A younger brother of mine. A good guy, talented. He's about to shoot a movie and is short on funds."

Zhao Fusheng blinked: "What does that have to do with me?"

Jiang Wen shrugged: "He sent the script to Future Advertising."

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled, shook his head helplessly, poured himself a glass of water, and said nothing.

Friends are meant to be troubled, without even needing to say thank you—that's probably the idea.

Half an hour later, the door to the private room opened, and two people walked in.

A man and a woman. The man was older, the woman very young and particularly thin and small.

Hmm, like a little hamster.

"Yezi, this is Fusheng, my buddy."

Jiang Wen glanced at the newcomer and introduced Zhao Fusheng to the dark-skinned, short man.

"Lou Ye, my buddy, a director." Jiang Wen pointed at the man and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, looked at Lou Ye, and smiled: "Nice to meet you. Call me Fusheng."

Regardless, since he was Jiang Wen's friend, Zhao Fusheng had to give face.

He was always like that: if others treated him as a friend, he treated them as friends.

"Hello, hello." Lou Ye was very polite. He turned and pointed to the girl behind him, saying to Zhao Fusheng and Jiang Wen: "This is..."

"I know her."

Zhao Fusheng suddenly interjected, revealing a faint smile.