Unscrupulous orthopedics [entertainment circle]

An Wangjun, who had finished talking with Su Yang on the phone, hadn't had time to change his clothes. After hearing the news, Assistant Du swiped open the door and saw An Wangjun for the first time: "My God! Did you just get out of the water?" Did you fish it out!"

An Wangjun gave a wry smile, thinking to himself...

Chunliang's senior sister only thought that he was sweating cold because of a cold, and quickly twisted a towel for him to find clothes, and even consciously hid in the outside room.With the last bit of strength, An Wangjun changed his clothes and threw them into the bathroom, and refused to go to the hospital desperately.

"Just take some medicine... It's a waste of time to go to the hospital to mobilize the crowd."

An Wangjun wanted to curl up on the bed and pretend to be dead, but Du Ruoheng lifted his collar and threw him on the sofa. "The bed was wet with your stinky sweat. I went to ask the guest room to change it for you. Hey, right, when you just twisted the towel for you, you threw my handkerchief in the pool like a rag?"

An Wangjun's blocked nose woke up instantly, and the chill and fear rushed straight to the sky. He tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and asked in a casual tone as much as possible: "You...don't have a handkerchief?"

"You think I'm a pervert? It's full of your bacterial snot, am I out of my mind? Will I be reluctant to part with a rag?"

An Wang-jun: "...I was worrying too much."

Du Ruoheng handed him a wet paper towel: "I squeezed it through the paper towel and threw it into the trash can. Otherwise, I would have been infected too. Our grass team is finished... By the way, the rag is limited to the XX brand at my own expense." , now died in the line of duty, remember to compensate me with public funds, thank you."

An Wang-jun: "..."

He held back for a long time, and then sneezed loudly.

A minor injury can't go down the line of fire, even if you have a fever, you have to hold up half the sky.After stuffing a lot of colorful antipyretics, headache medicines and anti-inflammatory medicines, An Wangjun let out a sigh of relief, and was hanged on the torture frame by the prop uncle.

The make-up artist sister is pinching the makeup brush and staring at this face that is so pale that it will soon die, why is she needed to paint it, there is no need to be tortured, Xiao Jun is almost dying now!

An Wangjun showed a wry smile weakly: "Sister...you are so funny..." Then his neck tilted, and he was really going to faint.

The filming of this scene of torture to extort a confession was quite smooth, mainly because An Wangjun's look of a stubborn little white flower in the wind and rain fits perfectly with the seriously injured and endangered Xie Lingzhou.An Wangjun didn't even try to shape it deliberately, with his last remaining breath, his hatred for Cousin Xie in the play and the golden beast outside the play, and his dislike for Cousin Gao Zhen, he effortlessly, half-heartedly Lying on the torture rack finished this section.One pass, the effect is quite perfect.

On the contrary, Jinshan, who had a ghost in his heart, saw that An Wangjun not only didn't get out of the basket, but became more at ease, and made mistakes frequently, so he was scolded by Shi Tang.An Wangjun returned to the reclining chair and put ice cubes on his head while watching Jin Shan perform the reshoots on the empty torture rack, feeling refreshed and half revenged.

Taking advantage of Du Ruoheng's absence, he called Lu Yu Hanshan, and asked him to install pinhole cameras at the entrance and entrance of An Wangjun's own hotel room and special lounge in the crew.

And it must be kept secret, even from Ruoheng.

"She's a girl, and she knows that these sleazy dogs are not good." The young male protagonist wrapped his eyes in a blanket and explained lightly, as if he was a big boss of the underworld who eats vegetarian food and recites Buddhism. Thinking of his innocent and harmless image as a weak little white rabbit.

Although the two assistants, Monk Zhang Er, couldn't figure it out, they were influenced by various spy scenes in the crew every day, and instantly entered the scene.The serious watch case on the face is covered with the tragic wind and wind, and Yi Shuihan, expressing his attitude that he will complete your instructions without anyone noticing, and ensure that he will do it cleanly.If An Wang-Jun hadn't told him to keep it secret, these two people might have given him a murderous gesture on the spot...

After finishing his little plan, Lord Diablo let out a long breath, lay back on the chair and rubbed his head again, he felt that his head was no longer dizzy and his body pain was gone, even his nose was unobstructed, and his whole body was about to ascend.

This joyful mood was severely challenged when Assistant Du brought a large cup of advanced tonic tea with increased quantity and no price increase, and then reached its peak after Assistant Du handed over the phone to Director Lin.

An Wangjun, who was so burned that he didn't even bother to stretch out his hands, moved his head reluctantly to stick the phone, and almost uttered "Who are you" casually, and was shocked by the words of Director Lin who was forgotten in the cold palace. Jumping up from the recliner, he almost hit Du's mobile phone holder next to him.

"What happened?" Du Ruoheng asked nervously.

An Wang-jun's eyes were blank: "Something happened..."

He almost snatched the phone from Du Ruoheng's hand with all his hands and feet, and then scrambled to the side, his fingers pressing on the screen were trembling uncontrollably.

"Brother... answer the phone..." He could barely hold the phone, his hot head was almost full of colorful mountain flowers, each flower was blooming and spinning, forming a dazzling rainbow, and the sky and the earth were full of flowers. Neon.

After waiting for a long time, the familiar "Hello" finally came, and Mr. An Wang hurriedly said, "I have something to tell you!"

"What's the matter?" Su Yang, who was standing on the top of the chaotic grave, was confused, "Has your fever gone?"

"It's not important!" An Wang-jun was a little anxious, and spoke a little loudly, which attracted the attention of people around the set.He quickly covered half of his mouth, like a thief: "Just now... Just now Director Lin called me and talked..."

Su Yang became alert instantly, retreated from the surrounding staff and asked in a low voice, "Is he going to drag you onto the pirate ship again?"

"No! It's getting on, getting on a boat..." Mr. An Wang stammered for a long time but didn't come up with anything. It was unclear whether it was [on/a boat] collusion, or [last/a boat]'s remaining conspiracy. .

Su Yang's head got bigger: "Wait, baby, tell me first, has your fever subsided? Don't hold back when you feel uncomfortable, let Ruoheng take you to the hospital!"

The meaning is very clear, stop talking nonsense, go and take medicine!

"No!..." An Wang-jun was so anxious that he was about to cry, but at this moment his tongue was unbearably tangled up, and Su Yang was not around him and couldn't help him to lick it, so he was very helpless and anxious.The helpless little Anzi could only spit out a few keywords concisely:

"Jinshi... newcomer..."

"... Mentioned, nominated!"

Su Yang who was still holding a yellow talisman in his hand: "..."

Slowly, he stuck the yellow talisman on his head: "...how about you say it again?"

……

In the loess mound of "Unnatural Action", director Jiang is pushing his black-rimmed glasses, teaching his baby automated zombies how to perform a handsome mechanical dance.All of a sudden, in the small dirt slope over there, his reliable male protagonist jumped three feet high with his hands and feet stuck to his head, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The blind call echoed throughout the cemetery, causing the high-tech zombies present who automatically repeated the reading to turn back one after another, and sang the resonance of love together.

Director Jiang pushed his glasses, raised his hand to greet the accompanying camera, and remembered to take pictures and send them to the mental hospital.

Half an hour later, the official news was officially pushed across the Internet.

[An Wangjun was nominated for the Golden Stone Award for Best Newcomer for Tang Ke in "Seven Mile Alley". 】

An Wangjun didn't expect Su Yang to be more excited than him, and even the family group that was on the verge of disbanding, woah, wolves, and wolves danced together. The whole family was more excited than An Wangjun when he was admitted to B University, and the red envelopes were like a tsunami The same is overwhelming.

After politely rejecting Su's father and Su's mother's plan to fly all the way to the studio to hold a celebration banquet, An Wangjun finally calmed down and realized that this was just a nomination, and he was still far away from winning the award, so don't get too excited— —

What's more, isn't there a bug in our family where sweeping prizes is like buying cabbage in a vegetable market! ! !

Who the hell believed his words [just taking the first place in the film category every two years, which means the same as the school exam, not to mention the small number of participants here]!It's not that he is still a little dissatisfied every other year, isn't he? !

After regaining his composure, Mr. An Wang was deeply ashamed of his insecurity and overdrawn celebrations. Besides, if he didn't win the prize in the end, it would be no different from flirting with an irresponsible scumbag!

As a naive and innocent newcomer in the love scene, now you must not sink into it as soon as your head burns.

You wake up!A brilliant future is not created by obscenity! !

Then he swiped to Su Yang's Weibo - [Senior Su Yang V: The best newcomer, my brother helped you arrange it! @安望君V[picture]]

The accompanying picture shows Su Yang holding a piece of yellow paper between his two fingers and doing it. An Wangjun suppressed the urge to drop the phone, and managed to recognize the ghost symbol on it as "if it doesn't work, just pretend nothing happened".

An Wang-jun: "..."

Oh, his head hurts even more.

The author has something to say:

Ah, this chapter is so short_(:3」∠)_

50% progress in falling horse

Thank you for the nutrient solution that I have been feeding silently. Materia Medica is now going all over the world to fight wits and courage with my mother, and try to guarantee a chapter in two days_(:3」∠)_ Mainly because I am used to writing this stuff in a large amount of time, otherwise If I can't connect my thoughts and enter the state, I will write very scattered and dull...【Although it is also very dull now】【sad】