Chinese entertainment: What's wrong with actresses wanting to improve?

Chapter 589 is trending again.

That evening, the topic "Fu Yi, Bai Ninghao, and Lu Yang eating barbecue at a street food stall" became a trending topic.

The photos posted by the girl were forwarded more than 30,000 times within half an hour.

In the photo, Fu Yibai is wearing a dark gray jacket, sitting on a plastic stool, with a pile of skewers on the table next to him.

Next to him was Ning Hao, and next to him was Lu Yang. The bottles of Erguotou in front of the three of them were mostly empty, and the table was a mess of cups and plates, showing no semblance of the dignity expected of a big director and boss.

The comments section exploded.

"Wow, is that Director Fu?"

This big boss is eating barbecue skewers at a roadside food stall?!

"You know what, the way he eats kebabs is actually quite down-to-earth."

"What's with Ning Hao's expression? Is he wrestling with the lamb chop?"

"Lu Yang was laughing so hard next to me, hahaha."

"The three of them have such a good relationship. I love seeing them get together privately like this."

"My three favorite directors are eating at my favorite street food stall together. This is just too wonderful."

"Honestly, seeing them eating in a place like this, I suddenly think they're so cool and so genuine."

"The person upstairs is right. We've seen so many people dressed in suits on the red carpet, so seeing these kinds of photos suddenly makes us feel closer to them."

"That's really going too far. Instead of spending this time making more films, they're having a dinner party."

What's even worse is that they didn't include me [laughing emoji].

Some sharp-eyed netizens also recognized the food stall.

"I know this place! It's in Chaoyang, their lamb skewers are amazing! I never expected Director Fu to go to a place like this."

"Anyone want to go check this out as a group? I want to sit on the plastic stool that Director Fu sat on."

"Calm down, upstairs. Hundreds of people sit on that plastic stool every day. Can you even feel Director Fu's lingering warmth when you sit on it?"

"Hahahaha, what the hell is this residual warmth?"

Fu Yibai got home at almost eleven o'clock.

He changed into slippers at the door and took off his coat to hang it on the hanger.

Fan was nestled in the single sofa reading a book, with a beige cashmere blanket draped over her legs. She looked up at him when she heard the door open.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah, I had a couple of drinks with Ning Hao and Lu Yang."

Fan closed the book and placed it on the coffee table. He stood up, walked over to him, and leaned in to smell the scent on his clothes.

"He reeked of alcohol and cooking fumes."

How much did you drink?

"Less than half a jin (250ml), it was mainly the two of them who drank it."

Fu Yibai unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.

"Go take a shower, I'll make you some hangover soup."

Fan gently pushed him in the chest.

Fu Yibai went upstairs to the bathroom.

When I opened the bathroom door, someone was running a bath.

Shu Chang stood with her back to the door next to the bathtub, wearing a light blue loungewear dress, her hair casually clipped back with a shark clip, revealing a section of her fair nape.

She was bending over and testing the water temperature with her hand when she heard the noise behind her and turned around.

"You're back."

"When did filming wrap up?"

Fu Yibai walked to her side.

This afternoon.

Do you want to take a shower? You go first.

Shu Chang turned to leave.

"Why are you leaving? Let's shower together."

"what?"

"Huh? What?"

Fu Yibai began to take off Shu Chang's clothes.

Shu Chang didn't struggle, and blushed as she took off Fu Yibai's clothes.

Fu Yibai stepped into the bathtub, the hot water washing over his shoulders, and his entire body relaxed at that moment.

Shu Chang sat in his lap, holding a towel in her hand. She scooped up hot water and poured it on his shoulders, then gently wiped his body with the towel.

The bathroom was quiet, with only the sound of water and the two people breathing.

"Are you tired these past few months?"

Fu Yibai closed his eyes.

"Fortunately, filming this movie was quite comfortable. The director was a very nice person, and the atmosphere on set was also good."

Shu Chang's voice is soft and soothing to listen to.

She wet his hair with hot water, squeezed some shampoo into her palm, lathered it up, and then gently massaged his scalp with her fingertips.

Fu Yibai leaned against the edge of the bathtub, feeling her fingers slowly and gently running through his hair, with just the right amount of pressure.

After taking a shower, Fu Yibai changed into a clean set of pajamas, feeling much refreshed.

Shu Chang put his dirty clothes into the laundry basket and went downstairs with him.

There were two more people in the living room.

Jiang Yan, Hu Jing, and Fan sat on the sofa chatting.

Jiang Yan saw Fu Yibai coming down the stairs, stood up from the sofa, and went to greet him.

"Yi Bai."

She reached out and hugged Fu Yibai, savoring the scent emanating from him.

"Filming wrapped up?"

Fu Yibai reached out and patted her on the back.

"Um."

Jiang Yan released her grip, looked up at him, and smiled.

"Thanks for your hard work."

"It's not hard work, I just miss you."

"The soup is ready, it's in the kitchen, go and have some."

Fan got up from the sofa, clapped his hands, and walked over.

"I'm going upstairs to rest now."

You should sing for them when you get back tonight.

Jiang Yan blushed and released Fu Yibai.

Shu Chang glanced at Fu Yibai, then at Jiang Yan, and then ran upstairs with a blush on her face.

"I'm going to rest now. You guys need to keep your voices down tonight."

As Hu Jing passed by Fu Yibai, she kissed him on the cheek.

Jiang Yan couldn't stay any longer and quickly ran upstairs.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Yibai was the only one left in the living room.

He went to the kitchen and ladled out a bowl of hangover soup. The soup contained hawthorn and dried tangerine peel, and was sweet and sour with a hint of bitterness. It slid down his throat hot, and the burning sensation of alcohol in his stomach was greatly reduced.

As night deepened, the sounds of two women moaning rose and fell in Shu Chang's bedroom.

The sound of the wind outside the window rose and fell, like a wordless melody, accompanying the three of them until the wee hours of the morning.