Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Tong Xiyuan stayed in the car for a while before getting off. He arrived at the set and found that the crew was taking makeup photos for the actors. After that, there was a script reading and other things before the filming officially started.

On this side, Tong Xiyuan was busy working as an assistant in the crew, whose job was not so hard. On the other side, the protagonist He Yingnan also became a little famous for his supporting role in a drama.

The hot summer day gradually turned cooler, and the crew's shooting progress was not even halfway through. However, because an important guest actor had finished filming, the director gave everyone half a day off and took everyone to eat hot pot.

Everyone knew Fan He's temper, so he didn't pretend to invite the other party to sit with him when they were in the car. Only after the van in front started off did Tong Xiyuan follow Fan He into the car behind.

"I brought a small cake, can it be used as a paddy?" Tong Xiyuan looked at Fan He and asked. Hot pot is a food that many people eat together, and Fan He will definitely not eat it later.

Xiao Yang, who was sitting next to him, sneered and silently put the simple bread in his bag.

Fan He took off his headphones, which were not turned on, and turned his head to ask, "Sweet?"

"Not too sweet," Tong Xiyuan handed him a box, "I made it myself."

After hearing this, Fan He took the cake box. He had experienced the young assistant's cooking skills over the past few days, so he naturally would not leave such a delicious meal uneaten.

By the time he finished leisurely eating the cake, the car had just stopped.

When the three of them went in, the reserved hot pot restaurant was already bustling with activity.

"Brother Xiao Yang, Xiyuan, come here." A crew member who had a good relationship shouted at Xiao Yang and Tong Xiyuan.

Xiao Yang sighed, turned around and said to Fan He, "Brother Fan, shall we sit over there?"

The main table and the side tables are occupied by directors, actors and others, and it is not the turn of these small roles.

Fan He nodded casually at first, then glanced at the table nonchalantly. When he saw the staff members drinking and chatting, he frowned secretly, pulled Tong Xiyuan's wrist and said, "You go to their place, he's following me."

Xiao Yang left with an expression that said, "I knew it would be like this."

Fan He quickly let go of Tong Xiyuan's wrist and walked towards the main table, saying, "Follow me."

Tong Xiyuan has no objection.

"Hey, the leading actor is here," the director called out, pointing to the only remaining empty seat, "Come on, we're waiting for you."

Fan He walked over, pressed Tong Xiyuan's shoulders and asked the assistant to sit first, then said to the others, "Please squeeze in, I'll add a seat."

The actors on both sides quickly put on smiles and moved their chairs to the side. "Jia, relax, Brother Fan, please sit wherever you want."

Although they said so, there really was no room for more seats at the main table.

Before Fan He and his group arrived, the veteran guest actor who had just finished filming had kindly and amiably pulled several supporting actors who had performed well to sit over here. Now, with this arrangement, there was really no room for everyone to sit.

The waiter brought a chair over and asked, "Where should I put it?"

It seemed like it wouldn't fit anywhere, so everyone looked at each other and then at the director.

"Well," the director coughed and pointed at one of the supporting actors who was pulled over by the guest actor, "Xiao Wei, go over there and play with your sister Li, ah."

The actor who was called Xiao Wei stood up, looking confused, and said, "Okay."

He turned and went to the side table, and couldn't help but glance at Tong Xiyuan, full of resentment.

The opportunity to show up in front of the director and others was snatched away by a little assistant.

Soon, we drank for three rounds.

Tong Xiyuan went out and asked the waiter for a bowl of fruit soup, put it next to Fan He's hand and whispered, "Don't drink so much. I can't hold you up when you're drunk."

From the beginning till now, Fan He had only taken three bites of the food in the pot or plate. He would put down his chopsticks every time someone else took a bite, and then he would drink one glass after another with the director, producer, and screenwriter.

Tong Xiyuan frowned. Although he had filled his stomach in the car, if he continued to drink like this, even a god would not be able to hold on.

Suddenly, the phone in my pocket vibrated.

Tong Xiyuan took it out and found that it was Fan He's phone that he had left with him, and the caller was Secretary Zhao.

Perhaps it had vibrated for a while, because two or three seconds after Tong Xiyuan picked up the phone, it hung up by itself.

Just as I was hesitating whether to tell the boss now or wait until after the dinner, Secretary Zhao called again.

It must be something urgent, Tong Xiyuan thought, and poked Fan He's arm with his finger, "Your phone."

Fan He was discussing with the director about their next collaboration on a film. Hearing this, he glanced at the caller without seeing who had called him. "I'm hanging up now."

At ten o'clock, the dinner ended and everyone returned to the crew hotel.

In the car, Fan He asked: "Who called?"

Tong Xiyuan handed him the phone, "Secretary Zhao."

He noticed that Fan He's finger paused in the air for a second when he answered the phone. Tong Xiyuan pursed his lips. He never knew that Fan He had both an assistant and a secretary.

Fan He took out his phone and quickly pressed the redial button. After two beeps, the call was answered. Without waiting for him to ask, the other party explained the whole story in a machine gun-like manner.

Secretary Zhao urged him, "Master, do you have time to come back now?"

Fan He's hand holding the phone suddenly clenched, "Is it serious?"

Secretary Zhao looked back at the red light at the end of the long corridor and said, "It's not over yet."

It is clear at a glance whether it is serious or not.

"Stop the car!" Fan He shouted to Xiao Yang who was driving, "Turn around and go to the airport."

Xiao Yang glanced at him from the rearview mirror, "Brother Fan, why are you going to the airport? It's almost eleven o'clock now, and we have to shoot a movie tomorrow."

"Just go if I tell you to go," Fan He lost his patience and said to Tong Xiyuan, "Book me a flight to City B. I want the nearest flight."

Tong Xiyuan agreed and quickly booked tickets for two people.

When Xiao Yang heard the word "City B", the first thought that came to his mind was that Brother Fan's home was there and his family was there too.

The second thought was, why are you so anxious, could something have happened to my uncle and aunt?

Before the third thought came to his mind, Xiao Yang shuddered all over, quickly stepped on the brakes, turned around at the intersection and drove towards the airport.

A moment later, Tong Xiyuan accompanied Fan He to fly to City B, and Xiao Yang stayed to coordinate the filming with the crew.

The flight would take three hours. Tong Xiyuan glanced at Fan He. The man closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but his violently trembling eyelashes betrayed his inner anxiety at the moment.

Tong Xiyuan silently held Fan He's hand and silently asked the system, "What happened in his family?"

999 called up the world information and said as he read it, "It's not written in detail. According to the world line, it will take some time for the protagonist to become famous and Van He to retire unexpectedly. After that, your husband took over the company and ruined the stock market. Nothing should happen now, right?"