Chapter 122

The man hasn't found Fu Heng's existence yet. Lean over and his face is filled with a smile. "The crew informed him to enter again in the afternoon. Now I'm not in a hurry in the morning. I'll come to see sister Bai when I have some time."

"What am I looking for?" Bai sang went out.

For his affectionate attitude, his face did not care.

Now the artist has climbed to the front line, and there is no shortage of resources. Bai sang no longer cares about him and has asked him to choose his own partner.

This kind of stocking state is a good thing for some artists, and some good resources can be won.

"I will be assigned to work by sister Bai in the next year. I have a little time with sister Bai at noon this morning. I have cooperated with sister Bai for so long. I want to invite sister Bai to dinner." The male artist has a cold attitude towards Bai sang and is not angry at all.

But more enthusiastic.

Bai sang is warm to others and a little repellent.

Looking at the man getting closer and closer to himself, he stopped and looked at him: "no, you stay away from me."

The male artist has heard this sentence from her several times. He doesn't take it seriously, but wants to get closer.

"Didn't you hear her tell you to stay away?"

Fu Heng, who had never spoken, stood in front of Bai sang and isolated the man who wanted to lean over.

He's been holding on to his anger.

The bottom of my heart has long had a big mind about the men who are entangled with Sang Sang.

However, after twice scaring Sangsang, Fu Heng did not dare to appear again, which made Sangsang look afraid in his eyes.

You can be afraid of anyone, but you can't be afraid of him.

"You..." the male artist looked up and saw a familiar face.

This face, even as a man, is a little palpitating.

Hurriedly took back that scary thought, "Fu Heng?"

Fu Heng is now a well-known figure in the company, especially working under sister Bai as himself.

The male artist was not angry, but smiled: "I've always wanted to see you."

"I don't want to see you." Fu Heng has long disliked another artist under Sang Sang.

If he hadn't gone to the draft, Sang Sang wouldn't have taken him.

Fu Heng finished, took Bai Sang's hand and left.

Waiting for someone to disappear in front of him, the male artist came back.

Standing beside him, the assistant said secretly, "how do I feel that Mr. Bai has a little relationship with Fu Heng..."

Before this sentence was finished, the male artist stared at the assistant: "don't open your mouth and talk nonsense!"

Being scolded like this, the assistant certainly didn't dare to say anything.

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Bai Sang was busy with his work, and Fu Heng watched it finish.

I thought Sang Sang didn't have much work, but I didn't expect to be really busy.

"Sang Sang, you have a rest. I don't have to worry about those things. It's noon. Let's go to dinner." Fu Heng looked at the time to 11:30, and the man in front of him was still busy with his head down.

Bai Sang was really hungry. He pushed away his work with both hands decisively.

"But I want to eat your meal." Covering his stomach, he said pitifully.

The food in the canteen is terrible. It doesn't feel as good as Fu Heng's cooking when you eat outside.

Fu Heng smiled: "how do you know I brought food today?"

"Huh?" Hearing this, Bai sang stood up and said, "did you bring your cooking?" A pair of apricot eyes were full of joy. "Why didn't I see you bring food?"

"I was going to deliver it to you at noon. Now I've come with you. Of course I've brought it." Fu Heng held her little hand tightly in the palm and rubbed it gently.