Ch16 - Can we do a WeChat voice call?

Fu Mingyuan stared at the gif for a while, then turned his head to look at Du Jing, who was sitting next to him. He put his cellphone upside down on his knee and rubbed the back of the cellphone with his fingers. 

How could this person be so unruly?

For the film, Fu Mingyuan’s hair had been shaved short, and his ears were exposed to the air. 

Du Jing was chatting with the director, who was sitting with him and playing on his cellphone. He turned his head, stared at Fu Mingyuan’s ears for a while, and then looked up at the air conditioner in the lounge.

“Are you hot?” Because of the limited space in this section of the shopping mall, all the actors who were participating in the publicity event were crowded together, and the air was not very well ventilated.

It was very normal to get hot here.

Hearing this, Fu Mingyuan, who had already been sitting ramrod straight, seemed to stiffen for a moment, but Du Jing didn’t notice. 

He got up to look for some water for Fu Mingyuan.

It was only after he went to get the water and handed it to Fu Mingyuan that Fu Mingyuan calmed down and let out a noise in affirmation. 

Du Jing asked, “Is it that you didn’t rest well and you have a fever now? Why don’t you avoid going back to A City tonight?”

Fu Mingyuan opened his eyes a bit more to look at him, and there was a little conflict in his eyes. 

Du Jing: …..It’s not that bad, is it? Fu Mingli, that guy, also has an auntie to take care of him at home, so it’s not like he would starve to death. 

After a moment, Fu Mingyuan drank some water. 

He rubbed the cellphone case again and then said, “Du Jing.”

His voice sounded a bit hoarse, maybe due to him not resting well for several days in a row. 

When Du Jing heard that, he frowned slightly, thinking that in a moment, he should go prepare some medicine.

He hadn’t gone abroad with Fu Mingyuan since there had been a whole pile of things that he still had to do at the company. 

“What is the matter with your voice…” Du Jing hadn’t finished talking when Fu Mingyuan stood up.

He clicked on the camera on his cellphone and then passed it to Du Jing. 

Du Jing: ?

Fu Mingyuan slightly raised his chin, indicating for him to take it. 

Then, he walked to the door, confirmed that no one else would appear in the background, and then said quietly, “Take a picture for me.”

Du Jing froze for two seconds before he reacted, taking over the phone. “You’re finally willing to do some business on Weibo?” 

After fiddling with it for a while, he exited from the original camera, then found that Fu Mingyuan’s phone really didn’t have a camera app with a beauty filter. He accepted his fate and returned to the original camera.

Fu Mingyuan leaned against the doorframe and frowned slightly at Du Jing’s words. 

“This business is long overdue. Do you want to take photos with my cellphone ba? Let’s also take a few group photos later. Your original Apple camera is too damaged…”

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“No.” 

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Fu Mingyuan pinched between his eyebrows, leaned back slightly, and stretched his right leg forward. 

He had heard actresses in his group say before that this kind of posture could make one’s legs look long.

He repeated, “It’s not to post on Weibo. 

“I’m not opening a shop, so what business?”

“Then what are you taking these photos for?” Du Jing’s gratified smile instantly turned into a panicked expression. 

At the same time, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

He looked at Fu Mingyuan, who was maintaining the posture of stretching out his right leg and leaning back, and asked a question from the bottom of his heart, “You aren’t….taking this picture for that anchor, right?” 

After asking that, Du Jing felt as though the sky had collapsed.

“Was your account unmasked?!” Because there were still people around them, he could only keep his voice down, but the doleful look on his face couldn’t be concealed at all. 

Fu Mingyuan moved his leg, frowned, and said, “What are you thinking?

“He wants a photo of Fu Mingyuan at the venue.” 

Du Jing: “…..”

“Aren’t you him?!” 

Fu Mingyuan slightly lowered his head. “En… I’m still not to him.”

Du Jing at last let out a breath. 

His account hadn’t been unmasked yet, so they could still save this situation.

Then he thought about it and commanded, “If you take a photo here, you can tell it’s not a normal picture with one look.” 

Fu Mingyuan turned his head to glance at him.

Wasn’t this to make his legs long? 

“In a moment, when you go on stage with them, I’ll take two pictures for you.”

After saying that, he stuffed the cellphone back into Fu Mingyuan’s hand. “Leaning against the door like that, what kind of trashy position is that?” 

His already long legs now looked even longer.

“En.” Fu Mingyuan answered, and a touch of regret flashed in his eyes. 

As soon as the two of them put away their cellphones, an actress came running over with a bashful expression and looked at Fu Mingyuan very awkwardly.

“Um… Fu Ge, can you take a picture with us?” 

……

Shen Qi didn’t get a passerby photo, but he did get a long awaited update from Fu Mingyuan’s Weibo with a fanservice post. 

——A group photo with all the filmmakers of this public welfare film.

There was a whole heap of fans posting the Groundhog scream meme below the post. 

Shen Qi squeezed in, copied them in screaming, and then clicked to save the photo.

Fu Mingyuan stood in the middle of the group photo, and was also the most handsome and outstanding. 

When he started scrolling through Weibo, the publicity event had already ended.

After scrolling through Weibo, Shen Qi lay on the bed, flipping through some information on buying a house. 

All the information was too tedious, and made his head spin and his eyes water.

After reading it for a while, he fell asleep lying there on the bed. 

During the autumn night, it suddenly began to rain heavily.

Shen Qi didn’t sleep all that well. The rain was too loud, and it slapped directly against the window. 

He again went back to that year.

When he woke up, it was clearly a gloomy and cold day, but he was covered in cold sweat. 

He pressed one hand against his forehead and gasped for a while before he recovered.

Then he grinned, silently laughing. 

However, this smile couldn’t make its way into his eyes, and his eyes gradually grew red.

He felt too slimy, so he glanced at the time and got up to take a bath. 

Ten minutes later, Shen Qi checked his messages.

“20,000 yuan” had sent him some photos. 

The first one was at the scene of the event, and Fu Mingyuan stood among several actors, curling his lips and holding the microphone.

In the second picture, he was interacting with his fans and looking a bit gentle as he handed them a doll. 

In the third picture, he seemed to have noticed the camera and looked directly at it.

Shen Qi stayed on that last photo with him looking at the camera for a long time. 

Then, he switched back to the chat interface.

Your Qi Ge: Thank you, Gege  

Your Qi Ge: Seeing him like that, he is hotter than God A

fmy：…… 

fmy: Still up?

Shen Qi wiped his hair with a towel, and since it was inconvenient to type, he simply sent a voice message. 

Because he had just gotten up and taken a bath, his voice was a little stuffy.

“Just woke up,” he said with a sniff. 

Fu Mingyuan froze.

His typing speed grew much slower than before. 

fmy: I got the autographed photos, thank you

He took a picture, and under some dim yellow lights, the photos that Shen Qi had sent him had been neatly organized by him. 

He seemed to remember the chronological order for all the photos.

Shen Qi let out an “ah.” 

Suddenly, his ears felt a little hot.

Also, he really wanted to do something right now. 

He threw the towel aside and leaned against the head of the bed. He whispered a bit as he recorded the voice message, “It’s past midnight, are you not going to sleep?”

Fu Mingyuan felt that the palm of his hand was a little warm. 

It was only after clicking on the voice message and listening to it several times that he replied: Not for the time being.

Shen Qi laughed. 

Your Qi Ge: Then Gege, can we do a WeChat voice call?

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The author has something to say: 

Yes, I also want to call

Wuwuwu, have all of you been corrupted, you all want to get fat QWQ 

Thanks for the nutrient solution and mines

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Juurensha: Yessssss private call time! 

kat: Will Shen Qi recognize his beloved male god