Superior Skills [Entertainment Circle]

Liang Ye entrusted his men to find that bizarre fan, but at this moment, this crazy fan was being scolded bitterly.

Song Qian glared at this gangster with a particularly bad style of painting, and his heart fluctuated with anger: "I want you to scare Xiao Zhaolin, didn't I tell you not to move Fang Zanfei?"

The big man's steel-like body had long since lost its intimidating aura, and he said shyly, "I didn't touch Mr. Fang, Young Master Song. I even said that I was his fan. I am respectful to him."

"Respectful?" Song Qian was about to laugh angrily, "Then tell me, why did people get hurt, huh?"

"Didn't I want to scare that Xiao Zhaolin, so I took two steps towards him and gave him a look, who knew he turned around and ran away, and Mr. Fang followed suit, and I chased after them. "

Song Qian rolled his eyes: "What are you doing chasing after them? What are you going to do with an iron rod? Do you really think you are a gangster?"

The big man said aggrievedly: "...Just scare and scare, who knew they ran forward desperately, suddenly a bunch of peddlers appeared, bumping into Mr. Fang and the others."

Song Qian didn't even bother to roll his eyes: "You look like this and chase people with an iron rod. You are stupid if you don't run away, right? I'll let you scare and scare people. How can you make it so long and act like a fool?" Fans are chasing people down the street again, don’t be a dramatist, how about I ask you to report to the crew tomorrow?”

The big man looked at him stupidly: "...OK."

"..." Song Qian felt that he couldn't catch his breath, and he gritted his teeth and stared, "Fuck you! Go to the set and just dream! Get out!"

The big man pursed his lips and walked towards the door, but stopped when he was going out, and turned around with a sad face.

"...Song Shao, the price we negotiated before... transfer the money on time? If it's not convenient, can you pay Xbao?"

Song Qian: "..."

……

After sending away Fang Zanfei, the extra-large light bulb, Liang Ye, who had been on the verge of moving for a long time, finally found a chance to wrap his arms around him.

Xiao Zhaolin's heart rang, and he patted him on the shoulder hastily: "Curtains, curtains!"

Liang Ye was taken aback, and looked back, only to see that the two layers of curtains on the other side of the french windows had actually been drawn closed, but there was still a hole left on the inner layer of cloth, so even if there were people outside, they would usually see it. I don't know what's going on in the house.

It stands to reason that they live on the 32nd floor, and there is no other building on the opposite side, so there is no need to worry so much, but before Xiao Zhaolin conveyed An An's words, Liang Ye helplessly rubbed Xiao Zhaolin's face After a while, he let go and walked over to pull the curtain completely.

While checking whether there are any seams left, he said, "Fang Zanfei also went to the meeting in the afternoon? Are you on the same crew?" He thought his tone should be quite natural, but when he turned around, he found that Xiao Zhaolin was slightly open Looking at him thoughtfully.

"Are you...jealous?" Xiao Zhaolin felt a faint sourness in the air, feeling both fresh and secretly happy for a moment.

After being exposed by him, Liang Ye simply threw away the burden of "Dadu" on his body, walked to Xiao Zhaolin and sat down, pulled up the injured leg that had already been medicated, and said in a low voice: "Can't I be jealous? I'm eating alone at home, and the guy in my heart is having a good time with a man outside." His voice was deep, probably because these words were too characteristic of eight o'clock. , as if the upper body of a sad housewife, he himself couldn't help feeling a little funny when he said it, so he just held back and finished.

Especially the word "spice and wine", which sounds like accusing a scumbag, Xiao Zhaolin choked up when he heard it, rubbed his nose and confessed: "Sorry, I forgot." He knew emotionally that Liang Ye and his The relationship between them has long been different, but the habits have not been fully adjusted.

Liang Ye didn't really want to complain. After all, no matter how close people are, they should leave some space between each other. It's not a big deal to have a meal with friends.He just remembered that Xiao Zhaolin was holding Fang Zanfei's hand to check when the elevator door opened, and that scene successfully aroused his sense of territory.

Moreover, in my impression, Fang Zanfei admired Xiao Zhaolin quite a lot. When Liang Ye thought of the sunny, cheerful and handsome appearance of the other party, a sense of crisis rose to his forehead.

No, if you turn around and see Fang Zanfei again, you will have to stare a few more times.

He snorted twice, and said casually, "Is it just sorry? I have to kiss twice to get better." Liang Ye said this casually, and the effect was probably the same as that on the Internet. The emoji package that can only get up by kissing is almost the same.

But as soon as he finished speaking, someone lifted his lowered head a little. He watched Xiao Zhaolin's face zoom in before his eyes in amazement, until his face was touched by a warm object. Responding - a string in my heart that was just about to move broke with a snap.

Xiao Zhaolin's gesture was meant to appease, without much other meaning mixed in. However, a certain person was a good-looking master who took advantage of it. He just wanted to pull back, but he couldn't pass Liang Ye's follow-up. Hands—the hands blocked his way, and the kisses that followed fell on the corners of his lips like a storm.

This style is like a big dog coaxing you in the face.

Xiao Zhaolin couldn't dodge in time, and struggled to speak nonsense: "Curtains, curtains!"

Liang Ye laughed, and replied vaguely: "Return the curtains, I just drew them."

Xiao Zhaolin was finally kissed so that his cheeks turned suspiciously red, and after finally pushing Liang Ye's face away, he thought silently that he had been gay for so many years, and there was nowhere to put his old face.

He looked left and right like he was holding a statue, and saw several books on the coffee table with sharp eyes, and the last book had a few large characters written - contemporary performing arts.

So he pretended to be calm and picked it up casually, flipped through it twice, and found a topic to resolve the blushing and heartbeating atmosphere: "...Why do you have these books in your house?"

Liang Ye was still a little unfulfilled, but when he saw those books, he felt a headache, and said helplessly, "My mother saw you acting on the location last time, and she didn't know where she got cramped, so she asked her agent to give me the books when she came back. Let me see more when I have nothing to do."

Xiao Zhaolin was taken aback for a moment, his eyes lit up, "Are you going to take on a new play?"

Liang Ye: "No, I'll just play a cameo at most, just read a book, what can I learn from acting."

"That's right." Xiao Zhaolin nodded, but he didn't realize that there was a trace of disappointment in his words.

Liang Ye blinked, noticed something, touched his chin and said, "Do you... want to see me act?" He thought about it for a while, and a guess came up, "Ah——you liked me so much when I was a child For the role I played, I haven’t acted in any good drama for so many years, don’t you think it’s better not to know that I acted in “You Don’t Know”?”

Xiao Zhaolin unconsciously flipped through the book in his hand, but he didn't catch a single word. After a while, he said, "I thought about it, but I just thought about it. After all, this kind of thing is like a child star growing up It looks crooked, very mysterious, I liked the plays you acted in when you were young, but it doesn’t mean that you have the obligation to continue to act when you grow up, I think it’s useless, you have to think about it.”

Liang Yecai didn't care what he was talking about when he grew up, his focus was on the matter of "whether or not", so he couldn't help but feel a little tickled, and said with a smile, "That's what I thought about it."

Xiao Zhaolin: "..."

He withdrew his feet angrily, stood up and adjusted his clothes, and said, "It's no use thinking about it, I'll go back first."

Liang Ye snorted, "So fast?"

As a result, Liang Ye hadn't even had time to close his mouth when he finished speaking, and a black shadow flew towards his face. He hurriedly took it down and took a look. It was the "Contemporary Performing Arts".

Taking advantage of this time, Xiao Zhaolin calmly walked away a few steps. He stood at the junction of the living room and the entrance and waved at Liang Ye. He looked at his messy bangs with some amusement, "Read your book carefully. Bar."

It would be too late for Liang Ye to chase after him. He looked at the closed door and the book in his hand speechlessly, and said to himself without giving up: "Why is it useless to just think about it?"

He hummed an out-of-tune tune, turned around and went back to the sofa to sit down, flipping through the book in his hand for a while, rubbing his chin in thought for a while, then got up and turned on the TV to find his "You Don't Know", and watched it ten times. In the next minute, it was changed to Xiao Zhaolin's "Invincible". Compared with it, although the performance was young when I was a child, it looked real, and it was really not that bad.

Thinking of this, Liang Ye couldn't sit still anymore. He picked up his cell phone and made a call, and when he answered the call, he said, "Let me have a look at the previous arrangement. I want to try some dramas."

The agent was puzzled: "Are you sure?" Didn't you just swear before that you can't do it and won't harm other people's good scripts?

Liang Ye was actually not sure himself, "Anyway, let me see first, whether to act or not... I will decide later."

After hanging up the phone, he felt a little excited for some reason, and looked through the list of TV series that came with the Internet TV, and saw an idol drama that he was tricked by his mother to act in the early days, so he ordered it on a whim.

If you don't look at it, it's okay to look at it. The face that was still smiling a little bit collapsed. After watching it for less than 10 minutes, it completely changed into a horrible expression.

He turned off the TV blindly, and called his agent again. This time, he changed his excitement just now, and became a little depressed.

"Forget it, don't give it to me, or find me an acting teacher."

broker:"……"

This time the phone hung up for less than 10 minutes, and Liang Ye turned on the TV a little bit unwillingly. He remembered that he still had a drama in which he played the leading role, so he searched for the name with a little bit of luck.

As a result, not long after he clicked on it, he felt a little regretful. The thunder drama style that came to his face and his very good dramatic expression in the screen knocked down his little self-esteem completely.

It was the first time that Liang Ye was so suffocated by his own thunder, he cut off the power of the TV in a low voice, and contacted his manager again.

"...Don't look for the teacher yet, I don't think it's easy to teach, and it might piss off other teachers."

After answering three phone calls with ups and downs, the manager looked at the hung up phone with a blank face, not understanding what was going on with his young master.