Chapter thirty-seven anger

Thanks to the old man Liu who came in the rain, the crew could have a hot meal at noon.

He put on a heavy mink robe, took off the bamboo hat on his head, and pulled out Liu Ping, who was lying in the corner.

From his loud reprimands, Ye Rong guessed that he probably understood the reason why he was burning with anger. If it wasn't for Liu Ping, he wouldn't care about the lives of others, let alone dragging an old sick body in the rain. rice thing.

Liu Ping knew that he was wrong, covered the rapidly swollen half of his face without saying a word, and stood quietly beside his father, who was not young and old.

The executive director with a sad face picked up the almost invisible minced meat in the bowl and sighed: "This is not good, I don't know when the rain will stop, and so many people will eat and drink at that time..."

Fu Wenyuan, who was sitting next to him, also had a worried expression. After thinking for a moment, he decided to say: "Find someone to count how many emergency items are left, and distribute them equally to everyone."

The executive director responded, turned around and called the chores to the backyard to see how many things were left.

An invisible haze silently pervaded this huge, long-abandoned building, and the blue-gray masonry was mottled and darkened by the rain.

The unknown piebald-billed bird crouched under the eaves to shelter from the rain, shrugging its wings and cooing, as if singing a mournful song.

In the hall, a group of people sat together and talked about the world. Everyone tried to avoid some serious and heavy topics, especially about the terrible corpse this morning, in order to make the mood more optimistic and positive, but there are always exceptions.

For example, Ye Rong frowned suddenly and said, "The deceased should not be a member of the crew."

Fu Wenyuan held his hand, wiped the sweat from his palm, and asked, "Why, what did you remember?"

Ye Rong let out a sigh of relief, as if recalling something, "There are only a few hundred people in the entire crew, and no one's face can match the group actors who were recruited from the village."

Kong Chensheng was holding the thermos cup in his hand, and he couldn't help being surprised when he heard Ye Rong's words, "There are a lot of mobile group performances every day, do you remember Ye Bian?"

Ye Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, blushing and said embarrassedly: "I have always wanted to go to a group show, and often go to get together, but unfortunately I can't make it all the time, the villagers are too active, and they will line up before dawn. It's been a long line."

Fu Wenyuan smiled and pinched his fingers, "And because I have to sleep late every day, I can't get a month near the water tower, and every time I go, I have to be at the end of the line."

Ye Rong, who had never forgotten, stood at the end of the line and glanced over, and he remembered his face, so he was sure that he had never seen the face of the deceased in the birch forest.

But there was always a sense of familiarity in that face, and he couldn't capture where the familiarity came from.

He just gave a quick, indistinct glance as the corpse was brought into the sanatorium, and perhaps one more look would be enough.

After all, he finally told Fu Wenyuan to nod his head and promised to check it out when the staff settled them.

"You are not the police, so don't meddle with the dog." A slightly mean word floated from behind, Ye Rong looked back, and saw a person who should not be here unexpectedly.

It turned out that the back image that day was not an illusion, Xu Jue was really here, but why was he wearing a splint, was he injured?

However, Ye Rong was shocked by his habit of paying attention to Xu Jue in the next moment. What does it have to do with him if he is injured or not, Jing Xian eats radish and worries about it.

Xu Jue took Xu Li to sit next to them without waiting for them to react. He glanced at them, except for Ye Rong and the disgusting Fu Wenyuan, who sat next to each other were Kong Chensheng and Feng Zhiting.

Fu Wenyuan took Ye Rong's hand, intertwined his fingers calmly, and lifted it up and shook it in front of the person, saying with a good name, "Did Rong Rong wear less clothes, why is her hand so cold, I'll give it to you Warm up."

Ye Rong, who was choked by the fragrance of the tea, said, "..."

Ye Rong quickly came back to his senses, scratching Fu Wenyuan's palm and turning his head to make a mouth shape at him: "Children and not childish."

Xu Jue stared fiercely at the entangled hands and the intimate interaction between the two. After a while, he looked away, but the slightly protruding blue veins on his forehead showed his restlessness.

Fu Wenyuan felt extremely happy when he saw that he was unhappy. It was an indescribable joy that his hatred for stealing his wife was finally avenged.

Xu Li spoke at the right time to break the cold and hot stalemate on both sides, but the first sentence he said was to Kong Chensheng, who was trying to reduce his sense of presence as soon as he saw Xu Jue: "I see the contract you handed over to cancel the contract. After that, the company will not embarrass you, but you are not sure if someone will guarantee you for the liquidated damages?"

Kong Chensheng's thermos cup almost spilled out, and he was at a loss: "Cancel the contract? I didn't..."

Feng Zhiting cut off his words and said politely, "Don't worry, someone has guaranteed him."

He turned to Fu Wenyuan with a slight smile, like a laughing tiger that had become refined: "You say yes, Mr. Fu, Xiaosheng will be signed under your banner soon."

Fu Wenyuan's forehead jumped, and he raised his eyebrows to look at him.

No wonder the hype a few days ago fooled him into investing in an entertainment company, and knowing that he was determined not to lose face in front of Xu Jue, and that the idiot's love brain, the idiot's intelligence quotient, was all used to calculate himself.

Damn, isn't it true that the family doesn't enter the house, and one or two come to take him as a scapegoat, is it really easy to take him as Fu Wenyuan? !

Fu Wenyuan gave him an inscrutable jaw, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I will pay the liquidated damages, and the artists in my company will definitely not treat me lightly."

He bit the last four words very hard, but Feng Zhiting turned a deaf ear to his faint threat. He knew Fu Wenyuan too well, and looking at the fierceness, he was actually a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted master.

Of course, except for this one who hates him.

The few people chatted for a while, pretending to be a wooden man who was constantly torturing himself, but he bluntly asked something that made the atmosphere that had finally eased up instantly become anxious.

He turned his head to look directly at Ye Rong, and asked indifferently, "You and Fu Wenyuan, are you together?"

Xu Li's expression changed, and he grabbed his arm unbelievably violently, alarming in his heart, he had a hunch that Xu Jue was going crazy, so crazy that he wanted everyone to embarrass him.

Fu Wenyuan counterattacked almost immediately and sneered, "Can't you see if you are blind?"

Xu Jue didn't seem to hear his sarcasm. He just stared at Ye Rong, wanting to find a definite answer but was afraid to know it.

There seemed to be resentment and warmth in his expression, and he asked again persistently: "Are you together? Like we used to? Cook for him, please him, and sleep with him?"

He asked easily and calmly, as if he had no idea what the price would be for asking such a question.

Everyone else was still in the aftershock of his words, when they heard Fu Wenyuan squeeze out a strange and chilling sentence from his throat, every word seemed to be stained with the smell of blood that could not be washed: "Xu Jue, you court death."

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