"Just be busy with their own things."

Shi Sangluo just wanted to reveal this page quickly. She picked up a chopstick dish and suddenly felt that the shrimp tasted amazing. After looking closely, she found that the Longjing shrimp in the lunch box was found.

The food prepared by the crew is mostly fast food. Compared with the taste, it is more important to efficiency. It is not easy to prepare such exquisite and light-tasting dishes.

Shi Sangluo looked at other dishes silently. Seeing that even an ordinary dish of green vegetables were fried with a charcoal column, his heart immediately became bright like a mirror.

This was not the lunch box that Fu Chengyuan took to the venue service, but it was brought from home by someone he made.

Fu Chengyuan saw Shi Sang Luo's chopsticks paused, cleared his throat and covered his nervousness, pretending to ask inadvertently: "What's wrong? Is the crew's lunch box not up to your taste?"

As he said, he quickly activates his chopsticks and tastes it himself, murmured: "It seems to be a little too light."

"No, the food tastes very good, I'm just sighing." Shi Sangluo looked thoughtful, "It's worthy of being a big investment of 300 million yuan. The crew's lunch box can be made so exquisitely, which is better than the craftsmanship of the canteen chef in the company."

Seeing that she was just saying this, Fu Chengyuan was relieved and secretly disappointed.

However, he is not good to Shi Sangluo now to make him think of his own good, but just because he wants to be kind to her, and just said: "It's probably because the venue manager has a good vision, and the food tastes really good."

Fu Chengyuan indirectly boasted that the meal was full of joy. Sang Luo went to the dressing room to change clothes and followed her step by step.

Others in the crew are familiar with this. In addition to the similar appearance of Sang Luo and Feng Ying when discussing, there is another topic.

"I didn't expect the rumors to be true. Mr. Fu is so attentive to Miss Shi. She is afraid that she will really have the chance to become Mrs. Fu in the future."

"It's really different from her. Feng Ying looks so similar to her. Now her face is ruined and her feelings are gone. Even the styles she prepared before have made wedding dresses for others."

"Shh, please keep your voice down. If you are heard, don't take the job."

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They flashed fast enough, but they couldn't resist Fu Chengyuan's hearing, so they paused and confirmed the direction of the sound.

Shi Sangluo interrupted him before he went over: "Everyone is very busy and tired at work, so you should try not to show up, otherwise everyone will be nervous and have a lot of mental stress," he said.

The staff who thought they were so self-conceived were silent and immediately disappeared without a trace when they heard the sound.

Fu Chengyuan understood what she meant and said softly: "I have a sense of responsibility, but the rumors still have to be controlled, otherwise it will only become more outrageous."

He has the ability and confidence to eliminate the circulation of rumors directly from the source.

After leaving Xu Yizheng, even if other big names in the crew want to be big, they will first weigh their own weight. He doesn't mind picking a few more people to kill the chicken to scare the monkey.

Shi Sangluo just asked back: "Can you block the mouths of Youyou?"

Because of him, she was troubled by rumors a lot. She was even found at work and pointed at her nose and called her vixen. Now this little thing that is not painful is nothing at all.

Fu Chengyuan hesitated for a moment, but said: "I can."

He no longer worried about gains and losses, and was able to consciously give Shi Sangluo the firm she wanted, but she asked again: "Then can you control what others think?"

Even the God of Daluo did not have this ability, not to mention that Fu Chengyuan, a mortal, had great powers and limited abilities, so he shook his head without hesitation.

Shi Sangluo was as calm as ever: "Then is this a mess? It's better to lose it than to block it. This is my business."

Fu Chengyuan didn't like to hear her say this, as if he was really an outsider. He was about to say a few words to express his feelings when a series of anxious voices came from the front: "What should I do?"

The voice came from the dressing room.

Shi Sangluo and Fu Chengyuan rushed over and saw that the makeup artists and the others were so anxious that tears were almost flowing out, so they hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

The dressing room was covered with clothes to use in the afternoon. There were at least seven or eight sets of clothes to use in the afternoon. They were either used when taking makeup photos in the afternoon or when filming, but now they were cut open and looked ragged and they were afraid they couldn't wear them.
Chapter completed!