After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Chapter 5

Although Matsutake was baffled, he still pressed the answer button, "Hello?"

On the opposite side is a young lady with a very sweet voice, "Hello, I am the editor of the official blog of the web drama "Counter Attack: Immortal Becoming a God". Is this Mr. Matsutake?"

Matsutake sat up straight instantly, "It's me. What's the matter?"

Could it be that he told him about the audition... Matsutake gripped the phone tightly, waiting for the other person to speak, and couldn't help feeling nervous.

The young lady seemed to feel Matsutake's unnaturalness, and she smiled softly, "Don't be nervous, I just want to know a little bit about the situation."

There was a sound of flipping things over there, and she continued: "Just 20 minutes ago, your agent sent us a message saying that you rejected our audition. We asked the director for instructions, and the director decided to ask you personally Once again, confirm again."

She paused, "So, are you sure you won't come to the audition the day after tomorrow?"

When Matsutake heard that the young lady mentioned his manager, his heart was half cold. When he heard that there was a turning point later, he thanked the director team for their sensitivity and dedication, and quickly said: "Is it too late for me to agree? Doesn't quite represent me."

The editor of the official blog replied: "Of course there is time, our Xiaoni crew welcomes you very much. However, as an individual, I still want to remind you that you must think carefully. This is a private job behind the back of the agent. If you need to We shall not be liable for breach of contract compensation.”

Matsutake sighed inwardly. Their [-]th-line young actors are indeed the bottom of the entertainment industry, and they will be squeezed everywhere.

He took a deep breath, frowned and thought, he really wanted this opportunity so much.

First of all, there are not many such top-level big-production film and television dramas now, and they are hard to come by.

Secondly, it takes a lifetime for an actor to meet a character who suits him extremely well, not to mention that he is just an actor without any reputation. If this opportunity is missed this time, what will happen next time? It's time to meet.

The young lady over there waited quietly for him.

After a while, Matsutake forced a smile and said, "It's not [-]% to pass the audition, young lady, I still want to give it a try."

"Okay." The young lady said no more, just said "good luck" to Matsutake and hung up the phone.

When there was something to do, the time passed quickly. In the evening, Matsutake stretched his neck and got up to make dinner for Fu Zhoushan, when he heard someone ringing the doorbell outside.

"Here we come!" Matsutake responded and dropped the apron.

Matsutake opened the door a crack, looked out, and saw an elite woman in a small suit jacket and short skirt standing outside the door, with a protruding front and back, a beautiful appearance, and beautiful light brown curly hair hanging on her chest.

With a decent smile on the corner of the woman's mouth, she stretched out her hand to Matsutake, "Mr. Matsutake, hello, I am Mr. Fu's secretary, my name is Xue Puyue, and this is my business card."

As he spoke, he took out a small card from his pocket and handed it to Matsutake.

Matsutake took it and took a look. The small white card was inlaid with gold, which looked very delicate. It did say "Secretary to the General Manager of Fu's Group" and some English words of Fu's Group.

Glancing at her warily, Matsutake took out his mobile phone and wanted to confirm with Fu Zhoushan.

Xue Puyue saw his intention, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and he waved his hand lightly, making a light gesture of yours.

The call was connected quickly. Fu Zhoushan seemed to know that he would call. Before he could speak, he said: "I changed you to a new house, which is closer to my company. I asked the secretary to find you. She I will help you move, and don’t worry about the rest.”

Matsutake listened obediently, and was a little moved when Fu Zhoushan said that it was closer to his company.

Because although it is close to Matsutake's agency, he doesn't go to his own company very often. He spends more time flying around various studios, and rests directly at home during his breaks.

Matsutake made a choice, and felt that catering to Fu Zhoushan's needs was more appropriate. He just... didn't like Fu Zhoushan's behavior of not saying hello to him in advance.

Even if it's a phone call, why don't you discuss it with him?

The corner of Matsutake's mouth turned down slightly, but he couldn't lose face in front of Fu Zhoushan's subordinates, so he nodded and asked obediently: "Then what about the house here?"

He has been living in this house since he came out of the hospital. Although the house is not big, it is very comfortable to live in, and in his incomplete memory, he also lives here. Sometimes he is at home by himself, sometimes Sometimes Fu Zhoushan will come.

"The house is reserved. You can live there occasionally if you want." Fu Zhoushan said: "Other issues will be handed over to Puyue. I still have a meeting on my side, so let's do this first. Obediently wait for me at home."

Matsutake let out an "oh", and didn't want to disturb Fu Zhoushan's work anymore, so he hung up the phone, bit his lower lip, and let Xue Puyue, who was still smiling, come in.

Xue Puyue saw that Matsutake was a little disappointed, and comforted him: "Master Matsutake, don't be sad, the house here is yours too, you can come back anytime."

Matsutake nodded and said "Yes", "I know, it's just that I've been here for a long time, and I feel a little bit reluctant."

Most of the things don’t need to be moved, there is everything there, Matsutake wandered around the house for a long time, only took some of his own clothes and things that would be used in daily life, packed two big boxes, and Xue Puyue carried them one by one. out.

Xue Puyue drove Matsutake to a residential area and stopped in front of an independent villa.

Seeing that there were no people around, Matsutake couldn't help asking, "Sister Puyue, how much is the house here?"

Xue Puyue also looked at the house and sighed: "It's less than 3000 million, anyway, I can't afford it in my whole life."

Matsutake's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he echoed, "I can't afford it in my life..."

"No, when you become popular in the future, you can earn as much money as you want. I am optimistic about you." Xue Puyue patted Matsutake's shoulder with a smile, got out of the car, opened the trunk, and moved the suitcase come out.

Matsutake hurried over and took it from her, how dare she ask the girl to help him carry the luggage.

Xue Puyue briefly introduced the functions of the various facilities in the villa to Matsutake, then gave him the key and said goodbye.

Matsutake sent the secretary away, and facing the empty big house, a sense of bewilderment rose belatedly, filling his mind. He didn't think he was a nostalgic person before, but he I do miss his little house now.

Fortunately, Matsutake is a person who is very good at regulating himself. After sitting on the sofa and coaxing himself for a while, he regained his energy.

He was going to tidy up the new house first, the house was very clean, he didn't need to clean it at all, he just had to put the things he brought over and put them away.

He opened the curtains to let the sunlight in, and Matsutake realized that the Fu's Building not far away could be seen from here.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the national flag on the roof flutters in the wind, looking very magnificent.

When Fu Zhoushan returned to his new home, he saw matsutake sitting alone at the table, holding a spoon in his hand, poking a bowl in front of him...

Pimple soup!

Fu Zhoushan: "..."

He took off his suit jacket, walked behind Matsutake, put his hands on the edge of the table, and looked like he was holding Matsutake in his arms, and said in Matsutake's ear, "Who made my baby unhappy?"

Matsutake scooped up a spoonful of dough, stuffed it into his mouth, and said bulgingly, "Why didn't you discuss it with me in advance, it's not that I disagree with moving here. Aren't we partners?"

Fu Zhoushan lowered his eyes, his eyes were dim, and he was silent for a long time, before he whispered: "I'm sorry, Rongrong, I didn't think carefully, and I won't be like this next time."

When Matsutake heard this, the grudge in his heart quickly disappeared, and he turned to look at his lover, "Then we've agreed."

Fu Zhoushan met his clear eyes and nodded for a while.

Then he sat opposite the matsutake and ate another bowl of pimple soup. The soup was still hot, but a little mushy, but he didn't complain.

Matsutake looked at him with a smile in his eyes, raised his foot and rubbed against his leg a few times, "Honey, don't you want to eat these?"

Fu Zhoushan moved his wobbly feet, raised his eyes and glanced at him, "I don't know how to cook, and I can do whatever I want."

Matsutake blinked his big eyes a few times, wondering if he had a big orange cat that wasn’t picky eaters. Under the filter of the orange cat, the more he looked at Fu Zhoushan, the cuter he felt, and he couldn’t help but raise his hand to rub his face After a few times, Fu Zhoushan glared at him without stopping, smiled and got up and went into the kitchen.

After a while, matsutake brought out a large plate, and there were a few hairy crabs on the plate, which looked very plump.

Even Fu Zhoushan felt that the pimple soup in his mouth was tasteless when he saw it, so he put down his chopsticks and waited for matsutake to bring the crab to the table.

"Okay! The dishes are ready, let's eat." Matsutake clapped his hands and said.

Fu Zhoushan took a crab, opened the shell carefully, and the aroma of the crab meat came to his nostrils. He took out the crab paste inside, cleaned it, rolled it in the seasoning, and put it on a small plate of matsutake.

The current hairy crabs are not the best, but the crabs bought by matsutake are all "big and round", and the crab paste is very fat, which fills up the stomach, making people appetite and salivating.

Matsutake smiled and held his chin, watched as Fu Zhoushan peeled the crab for himself, put it in his mouth happily, chewed, and said, "Thank you husband."

There was a smile on the corner of Fu Zhoushan's lips, he glanced at him, shook his head and said nothing.

The two quickly split and ate several crabs.

Matsutake ate a lot, slumped on the chair and burped, suddenly remembered that he was an entertainer, patted the table, and said, "Too bad my husband, I have to go out for a few kilometers tomorrow to lose this little meat."

And Fu Zhoushan was drinking the leftover pimple soup. He was not used to having leftovers, so he heard the words and said, "Go for a morning run with me tomorrow?"

When Matsutake saw him drinking, he struggled to sit upright, and wanted to drink his own bowl, and murmured: "You can't waste food."

Seeing that he was about to be full, Fu Zhoushan patted his chubby belly lightly, and said helplessly, "Wouldn't that make him gain more flesh?"

Matsutake glanced at the soup in front of him, pinched his waist again, and said aggrievedly: "Then what should I do..."

Fu Zhoushan took the bowl of matsutake and drank it all in one gulp. Under the grateful eyes of matsutake, he took a paper towel handed over by him and wiped his mouth clean.

Matsutake said cautiously: "Husband, can you hold on? Do you want to digest?"

"What do you want to do?" Fu Zhoushan raised his eyebrows.

"Come play with me." Matsutake said with bright eyes.

Fu Zhoushan was helpless. At this moment, he actually missed the matsutake before he lost his memory, and shrank like a quail in front of him. How could he dare to order him after losing his memory? The kid is so courageous.

"Is it okay?" Matsutake ran to Fu Zhoushan's side and shook his arm.

"Okay, wait for me to rest for a while." Fu Zhoushan poked the matsutake's swollen stomach, "You eat so much, can you still move?"

"Then...then I'll take a break too." Matsutake naturally leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Fu Zhoushan looked down at his peaceful face, the expression on his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.