Unscrupulous orthopedics [entertainment circle]

The little lead actor was overjoyed, and the whole set was beaming as if he had won 500 million yuan. There were even two young staff members who threw up two firework ribbons and sprayed An Wangjun on his head and face.Shi Tang insisted on pulling him out to start a game to celebrate, but he didn't expect to pull too hard, and An Wangjun, who was still thinking about how to get back the spell, was dragged directly to the ground and fell on his back.

An Wangjun's snot was about to come out again, so he quickly asked Du Ruoheng to draw two pieces of paper for him.Meizi Du subconsciously wanted to take out her other limited-edition handkerchief, so scared that An Wangjun grabbed Yu Xin's tissue and covered her nose, fearing that the next second her nose would be like the flowing water of the Yangtze River, rushing to her mouth and never returning.

Du Ruoheng: "...don't be nervous, I won't let you pay for this."

Not only the Su family and the studio, but also the news of congratulations from all walks of life came rushing in. Even the counselor who hadn't contacted for a long time condescended to call him. Let Su Yang follow suit, at least not be the worst class.On the other hand, I would like to remind you that at your level, you can only earn a nomination. It is better to rest if you win an award, and don't get carried away.

By the way, school is about to start. A friendly reminder that this semester's morning running exercise has become a fingerprint check-in. If you ask Qiu Ying and Xiong Mao to run this semester, you will definitely fail this semester.If you don’t pass the exam, you won’t be able to keep the graduate school. If you can’t keep the graduate school, you should clean up and go back to school and stop showing your eyes outside...

An Wang-jun: "..."

He raised his head 45° to the sky, his eyes filled with tears.Just when Senior Sister Du pitifully thought that An Wangjun was about to become the No. 1 dismissed in the history of B University's glorious school, this junior who was so suppressed that his face was flushed finally let out a landslide and tsunami——sneeze.

Du Ruoheng: "..."

Then An Wangjun wiped away his tears and hit him again.

Not only the friends around him, but even the fans who are separated by the network cable are celebrating together at this time.Because who would have thought that her soft, cute and easy-to-handle Junmei would become a big one if she didn't do anything wrong!Even the nomination is very impressive, after all, it's just a debut and not a dark history, I'm very lucky! !

And although there is still a noble and glamorous beauty pavilion master character and an unknown spy chief editor role […], but in the final analysis, because An Wang-jun himself is a mess, even the fans are just a bunch of wits The soft girl, who has basically no fighting power, relies on her beauty and amazing business ability to become a follower, and she doesn't dare to expect high expectations for her acting career.Furthermore, although An Wangjun still has a bloody CP by his side, it is obviously better not to have it [I didn't mean to say that Su Yingdi is sorry], all kinds of black fans made up pornographic rumors and danced wildly.Su Jinzhu’s toilet reading material for Canary alone has been updated seven or eight editions. According to unreliable rumors from the roadside agency, one edition has already been published in traditional Chinese in secret, with a huge [H] on the cover...

But now, black fans who keep pace with the times seize the hot spots in time, and an article titled [Rational Discussion on whether An Wangjun's nomination of the best newcomer really deserves his name?Su Yang took the risk to buy a prize again because he loves to walk the tightrope]'s post quickly became popular and was reposted wildly, like an out-of-tuned aunt, once again becoming popular.

The proof of the full text is Su Yang's Weibo sentence: "Best newcomer, my brother helped you arrange it."

... Isn't this the description that Su Tubie is forcibly catching up with the trend? How did it become the Golden Stone Award selection? ?

Moreover, judging from the content of the article, every word and every word of [repetition of old tricks] [practice makes perfect] imply that Su Yang's previous awards came from a wrong path. On the surface, Mr. Anwang's name was not worthy of the name, but in fact, he was basically dissing Su Yang's false name. Selling prizes and lords cover the sky with one hand.

Did his brother dig up the graves of these people in his previous life? ?

I don't know if Su Yang had digged in his previous life, but in this life he has dug ancestral graves in Xiangxi, enough for different zombies to knock on the door every night until it's his turn to retire and return home.Seeing that he was still delirious after two days, Jiang An kicked him back to Shanghai with an idiotic smile on his face.

The Fatty Assistant Squad was quite reliable, and Mr. An Wang explained in the afternoon, and installed the pinhole camera in the evening.After An Wangjun asked him to save the surveillance video, he posted a Weibo:

[Anwang-jun V: Draw a talisman to bless my cold quickly T^T]

The accompanying picture shows a large pile of red, green, round and flat pills piled up in the palm of his white and tender palm, which makes the little hand as white and smooth as the background curtain of a still life.

Brother Su, who was about to board the plane, saw this item, and his mind was filled with warm and soft touch.He especially remembered that being held by these hands at that time, it was so refreshing from the top of the sky to the soles of the feet...

Brother Su, who felt his nose was a little hot, tugged on his mask guiltily, and quickly got on the plane with his head sullen.

In the twilight, the huge steel-reinforced iron bird let out a roar that resounded through the sky. The landing gear was retracted, and hot white smoke was ejected from the tail, rushing into Daiqing's clouds in the blink of an eye.

Destination, Shanghai.

After An Wangjun posted on Weibo, he called it a day and went back to the hotel.I found the real cold medicine and water in the locked drawer of the room and swallowed them.Lying on the bed, the medicine took effect and sleepiness began to rise. An Wangjun forced his eyes open and looked at the ceiling. He suddenly thought, if he didn't soak in cold water in the morning

Bear with it, what will happen then?

Jin Shan tried her best to get her own traditional Chinese medicine, so she shouldn't just want me to lock myself in the room and masturbate, right?Isn't that too cheap for me?He can't hear or see outside, so can he be satisfied with just brain supplementation? ?

An Wangjun said that he doesn't believe in ghosts.

In the middle of the night, he thought over and over again, bit his arm and tried to regain a little clarity, and turned over and got out of bed with his head that was about to burst.Turning off the night light, the whole room was plunged into complete darkness.An Wang-jun took a deep breath, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and carefully checked every corner of the room.However, apart from explaining to Lu Yu Han Shan the camera installed at the entrance, there was no suspicious red light spot in his field of vision.

Could it be that that guy is really just a pure and unpretentious single-core pervert? ?

An Wangjun supported his head, which weighed a thousand pounds, and collapsed on the sofa feebly——Sitting on it, he felt something was wrong.

There's something under the sofa cushions, a script.

It was the last time Jin Shanqiang broke in and landed here!

Mr. An Wang clattered and flipped open the torn book. To his surprise, there were no bugs or cameras inside, but it was not a serious script, and what was inside were all secretly taken photos.

Jin Shan was right, the fight between An Wangjun and Du Ruoheng he photographed was just the tip of the iceberg.Hidden under the black river are all ugly and distorted voyeurs of Anwangjun—someone Anwangjun is serious about the scene, some he is drinking big tonic tea with a sad face, and some are waiting for him. Those who fell asleep on the recliner had his thin wrists, his pale collarbone, his water-colored lips, and his waistline-drawn back.

The cold fluorescent lamp shone on the photos scattered all over the floor, An Wang-jun sat paralyzed, and let out a deep breath.It will be finished in two days, Mr. An Wang persuaded himself that he should not be angry.He is not angry.

There are still two days left before Jiang Hu sees him again, so he doesn't believe that Jin Shan will stop here.

Two days are not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

In the early morning of the next day, in the old house of the Xie family that was set up on the set, smoke was sprinkled after the scene had just been burned, showing a dilapidated appearance that had just passed the bombing, and the ruins were smoky and smoky due to the heavy rain.

An Wangjun's fever subsided a little, but he was still in a daze.He leaned on the recliner and waited. Several makeup artists hurriedly helped him put on the battle-damaged makeup, and the blood bag was poured on him like he didn't want money.

Because Yu Xin had a commercial filming assignment and asked for a day off, so An Wangjun arranged the last scene of the whole story on the penultimate day of the pen knife recording crew.In the old house of Xie's family, all the hatred of the country and the family, all the intrigues, all the blood and tears of life and death that cannot be forgotten and cannot be clearly remembered, are born here, and will also perish from here.

After a night of fighting and besieging, the only person who knew Xie Lingzhou's true identity was his cousin and boss, Xie Lingfeng.They chased and killed each other all the way to the deserted Xie Mansion, and they scrambled to shoot the last bullet into each other's heart.

……

...if only this gun was real.An Wangjun lay on the recliner, looking at the gray sky, he came up with a nonsensical idea.After thinking about it, I felt that Bu Xing, sexual harassment with no real meaning is the most criminally controlled, let alone sexual harassment of boys.He can't use himself as bait for fishing.

"Did anyone come into my lounge last night?" He asked Lu Yu in a low voice.

Lu Yu looked around vigilantly, and leaned into his ear and said forcefully, "Report sir, no suspicious person has been found yet!"

An Wang-jun: "...Is there someone near my medicine bottle?"

Lu Yu: "Report sir, no suspicious signs have been noticed yet!"

An Wang-jun: "...All right, you step back."

In the play, Xie Lingzhou and Xie Lingfeng are at odds with each other, and outside the play, An Wangjun and Jin Shan are almost the same. Come to Mortal Kombat at any time—the gunpowder is crackling and explosive, and Du Ruoheng can smell the strong smell of gunpowder without sniffing.

Thanks to the blessings of the two brothers who entered the film with their bodies, the filming of the two Xie family brothers' hip-tearing massacre was a matter of course and smooth sailing. According to our pure director, Uncle Shi Tang, it is simply penetrating and incisive.

With the last shot left, the director team asked everyone to rest and adjust their status.Jin Shan wiped the plasma from his face, and said in front of everyone on the set: "Sure enough, it is very important to prepare the play in advance. By the way, I left the script in your room that night, remember to return it to me."

Jin Shan said "that night" in a sweet and gentle manner, and sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the entire production team's probing eyes fell on An Wangjun.

Du Ruoheng was about to go up to fight with his high heels on, but An Wangjun stopped him.In the center of the line of sight, the young editor-in-chief, who was dressed in rags and covered in blood, looked coldly at the pious and vicious villain opposite, with a calm face like an undercurrent in the abyss of Antarctica.

After a long time, he shook his head and smiled mockingly: "Mr. Jin has a really bad memory. Obviously, you came here during the day, and you didn't get a script, but asked me to have a good time. I invited you out. If you don’t believe me, you can go and see the hotel corridor surveillance, your diving posture can get full marks.”

The production crew immediately talked about it, and even Shi Tang, who has always been silly and sweet, changed his face, reminding Mr. An Wang to pay attention to his wording and attitude, how can he speak properly with a gun.

An Wangjun spread his hands innocently, and apologized insincerely: "I'm sorry, there's no show yet."

Classmate An didn't want to stay longer because he was too addicted to his mouth. Seeing that his head was about to burn again, he waved his hand and floated back to the lounge top-heavy by himself.

The colorful cold medicines on the table are still neatly placed. An Wang-jun checked them carefully, and took the real cold medicines from his pocket.Just now he intentionally provoked Jin Shan, he expected that this person would definitely come back, but he didn't know when he would stab him in the dark.

However, Goose's brain, which was getting more and more painful, did not support him to do more precise calculations. At this moment, someone knocked on the door, and Mr. An Wang wailed: "Didn't you tell me to stay alone for a while..."

"But how can I have the heart to let you stay alone in the empty boudoir? How can my cousin leave me to be happy alone?"

An Wangjun picked up the glass water glass on the table and held it in his hand almost instantly, at the same time, he heard the sound of Jin Shan locking the door.

It really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao are coming, An Wang-jun rolled his eyes in his heart, took a step back and began to reason: "I warn you, the sound insulation in the lounge is not good."

"Well," Jin Shan nodded quite seriously, "so don't call out later even if you're having a good time."

An Wangjun's hand holding the water glass had a rare vein burst out, he held his breath and asked as calmly as possible: "So you're going to give me medicine today?"

"Look at what you said, I wanted you to taste some sweetness yesterday, who knew that you would rather curl up in your room and masturbate than beg me... But today is different..." Jin Shan approached as she spoke, He took out a small white pill from his pants pocket.

An Wangjun was really angry, and shouted in a low voice: "My assistant and staff are outside!"

"Oh," Jin Shan said "I see", and even tapped her temple to think about it carefully.

"Now they should all run to the door of Shed B to deal with two so-called poor relatives coming to make trouble."

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The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to write about beating the head of a dog in this chapter, but I underestimated my ability to talk nonsense [scratching head]

So it took two days to decide to release the two chapters together, and the next chapter will definitely be a hit [make a fist! ! 】