The military variety show of all the gangsters on the Internet went viral

The crew made a fuss and finally had no choice but to move out.

They couldn't really sleep on the ridge when they moved out, so the site management asked around, and finally found a family willing to accept them at a price that was more than three times the price.

After struggling for a long time, the crew members who were innocently implicated couldn't help complaining.

"Even if you come to a place like this where birds don't poop, you are treated like a thief..."

"It's really unlucky..."

"Do you really think she stole it?...Maybe she has that kind of unimaginable quirk..."

All kinds of gossip still haven't stopped.

Qin Taoyao looked around the room, her eyes flickering slightly, "Where are Director Su and Screenwriter Luo?"

A certain field manager replied: "I just saw the two of them going out. I guess they have something to discuss alone."

Oh?

Qin Taoyao touched her chin, thoughtfully.

Tu Xingqi came over and talked to her, "Aren't you going to rest?"

"No." Qin Taoyao suddenly smiled slightly, "I'll just wait here."

The night gradually climbed up into the mountain sky, and the sound of insects became loud.

When Screenwriter Luo opened the door exhaustedly, there was actually a dim lamp still burning in the hall downstairs.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that Qin Taoyao was still sitting here.

"What are you doing standing here..."

Director Su appeared from behind and pushed Screenwriter Luo's shoulder, his haggard face was expressionless.

He was also stunned, forced a smile and asked: "Taoyao, why haven't you gone to rest yet?"

Qin Taoyao was about to answer that she had something to look for when several loud bangs were heard on the stairs, which made it clear who was walking heavily. Then Wen Peipei's cheek popped out from the corner with an indignant look on his face, "Director, I Call the police!”

Not to mention Director Su, Screenwriter Luo now had a headache hearing these two words, "What's wrong with you, Wen Peipei?"

"They obviously framed me. Who cares about stealing their crappy things? Just call the police to investigate."

Wen Peipei really couldn't swallow this breath.

What's more important is that Qin Taoyao can see the joke.

"...Okay, it's over now. Does it still matter who stole it?"

Director Su's tone was very blunt.

"Why isn't it important?! Are they talking about me behind my back?"

Director Su said coldly: "Since you have become a star, can't you bear the comments from others? There are so many criticisms on the Internet, do you want to go to them one by one to settle accounts?"

"But……"

Wen Peipei still looked very unwilling, but Director Su yelled, "That's enough! Wen Peipei, if you don't want to act, just pack up and leave as soon as possible. Do you think you have caused enough trouble to the crew?!"

"If it weren't for Haijing's reputation, you wouldn't even be able to touch the threshold of my crew. You're really ungrateful!"

Wen Peipei was stunned on the spot. How could she not know what was going on? !

Qin Taoyao, who was ignored next to him, remained silent and glanced at Screenwriter Luo unintentionally.

Screenwriter Luo trembled all over, and quickly held Director Su's shoulders and pushed him forcefully toward the room, "Okay, okay, I'm tired today, so let's rest first..."

Director Su seemed to be a little unable to control his emotions. Until he entered the room, his irritable voice could still be vaguely heard.

Wen Peipei was angry in vain and felt even more aggrieved, and the movement up the stairs was louder than before.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to give Qin Taoyao an unfriendly look.

Qin Taoyao was not in the mood to pay attention to her now, and was thinking about another problem in her mind.

Director Su and screenwriter Luo concealed a very serious problem...

As for the so-called stealing, it is just a poor appearance.

When Qin Taoyao returned to the room, Pu Jiajia had already fallen asleep.

She lay on the other side of the room, closed her eyes and slept lightly, hearing the pattering sound as she turned from side to side.

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find that it was bright and there were continuous raindrops outside the window.

The phone showed that the time was just after six o'clock, and there was a message from Song Yuhan at about one o'clock in the morning.

"Cool down in the next three days, put on more clothes, and take care of yourself."

Tsk, this person is starting to show his workaholic prototype again.

Qin Taoyao frowned slightly and stood up to put on her clothes after replying.

Pu Jiajia raised her face in confusion, "Sister, why did you get up so early?"

"Well, it's raining. I don't know if we will continue shooting today." Qin Taoyao put on a slightly thick denim jacket, "You go back to sleep first, I will go downstairs to take a look.

Downstairs, several crew members have also gotten up.

They all greeted Qin Taoyao, "Sister Taoyao, why are you so early? Are you not used to sleeping in another place?"

"Have you asked Director Su if we will continue filming today?"

Qin Taoyao asked deliberately.

"I did ask, but screenwriter Luo said that Director Su is ill, and the rest of the matter will be left to the assistant director for the time being."

As they spoke, they couldn't help but mutter, "It would be nice if I had a rest today. There was some vague movement last night, and it was so noisy that I couldn't sleep well..."

Oh, you are so sick?

At this time, Screenwriter Luo came out of Director Su's room, his face looking even more tired.

When he saw them, especially Qin Taoyao, he was obviously startled for a moment. Then he smiled as usual and said, "You guys can go back and rest. You don't have to be busy today."

Qin Taoyao said quietly, "Why is Director Su sick?"

"Maybe he caught a cold." Screenwriter Luo couldn't tell the truth, so he could only give an excuse.

The rest of the staff cheered, but Qin Taoyao crossed her arms and smiled sweetly, "Director Su, please take care of yourself. I have some particularly effective cold medicine. Ask my assistant to send some over soon."

"No need to trouble you. He has already taken the medicine. If he takes it again, he may have a collision."

Screenwriter Luo waved his hand repeatedly, "Let's talk, I'll go take a nap."

Quite a bit of a fleeing attitude.

He knew that Qin Taoyao's eyes were following behind him.

Unable to help but tighten his grip on the wooden guardrail handle, Screenwriter Luo recalled what he saw: more than a dozen needle holes and bruises all over the place.

"You...you are confused, how could you do such a thing?!"

Screenwriter Luo wanted to strangle his friend to death.

"I, I haven't done it recently, you have to find a way to help me hide it...especially Qin Taoyao, she is not easy to mess with!"

Director Su grabbed his arm with all his strength, and it was painful. "If she knew something, it would be equivalent to President Song knowing! If President Song knew, wouldn't I be completely finished?"

"...Then you still dare?! Are you going to frame Wen Peipei?!"

"I was not clear-headed at the time... You have to help me, we have been brothers for most of our lives!"

Director Su's voice was full of pleading.

Screenwriter Luo didn't want to agree, but he had to agree.

But, can they hide it from Qin Taoyao?

This woman is really not simple...