The male god in the interstellar entertainment circle is poisonous

Mo Yixiao, who knew that "the god of all people is in love with me" with such a shocking big boobs, was very complicated, and when he thought of rejecting the other party, his heart was even more complicated.Moreover, not only to refuse, but also to refuse without hurting the girl's heart.He was a little entangled in thinking about it, and his mood was surging. He couldn't help but want to chat with someone, but he found that he had been in this time and space for so long, and besides Qi Jingyan, there was only Yan Mogui who could be regarded as a friend who could chat. In her previous life, she had friends all over the world!

... But there was nothing he could do. He went to the crew of "The Wind Wants to Move" for a day, and "Runaway Slave"...haha.

Inwardly complaining about her sad circle of friends, Mo Yixiao calculated the time on Fuguangxing's side, and still sent a newsletter application to Yan Mogui.

"A smile?" The other party quickly connected to the communication, and Yan Mogui's beautiful face appeared on the light screen, with a very happy expression, "I didn't expect you to contact me when I was looking for you. When I wanted to find you, I was afraid that your filming schedule would be tight." What about it? How is it? The crew is doing well?"

"Well, the filming is progressing very fast now - there is an event behind Bartley, and we finished filming her scenes immediately, and the next one is the scene of our group of men." Mo Yixiao saw this man who had always been very kind to him Senior, the smile became more relaxed, "I will be done soon, how about you, Sister Yan?"

"It's almost here on my side. It's only been a matter of the past two days. Today, I heard that Director Li was discussing how to do publicity with people from the publisher—hey, by the way, do you want to participate in the promotional event together?" Yan Mogui looked at him expectantly, "How long has it been since I saw you in real life?"

"I'll let it go." Mo Yixiao knew himself, the film "The Wind Wants to Move" actually only had a half-money relationship with him. How could he lick his face and rub his face for a single shot?

Yan Mogui probably understood it, and didn't force it, so he changed the topic after a few words: "By the way, why did you remember to contact my sister today? It's been so long since I left a letter on Xingwang. You took the initiative to find me!"

"Hey, I'm also afraid that sister Yan is busy." Mo Yixiao made a bow, with a flattering expression on his face, seeing that Yan Mogui smiled, he scratched his head, and said somewhat falteringly, " Sister Yan... Well, if a friend who has a good relationship with you confessed to you, what would you do?"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Mogui seemed to be stunned, and then showed a slightly absent-minded expression, as if thinking of something.

"...Sister Yan?"

When Yan Mogui was called by him, he came back to his senses, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly: "Does Yixiao like that person? Since they are good friends, they should get along well."

Like it?

These words flashed across his mind briefly, and Mo Yixiao immediately burst out laughing—what was he thinking?There is no good result for two subjects!I can't satisfy that boss.

He then smiled and shook his head: "I can't imagine being in close contact with him...so it's impossible to develop that kind of relationship."

"Is that so." Yan Mogui nodded thoughtfully, "It's more suitable to be friends with him (her) directly?"

"Probably not. The other party looks strong but actually has a soft heart. This straightforward way...isn't very good."

"A girl with a strong appearance and a soft heart?" Yan Mogui nodded his chin, "It actually sounds very painful."

Only then did Mo Yixiao realize that the other party had misunderstood, and he gave an embarrassing "Eh", thinking about the openness of sexual orientation in this time and space, he still confessed: "It's not a girl."

"A man?" Yan Mogui was taken aback, and then gave a smirk, "Oh, that's no wonder. Although you are tall, you look obedient and tender, and you are very suitable to be loved by others. This kind of soft heart It’s no wonder that the little shoushou are not your cup of tea... No matter how well connected the sockets are, they won’t be able to sleep together.”

Mo Yixiao was almost choked to death by saliva, staring at the light screen, feeling powerless for a while: "Sister Yan, you..." Why did the painting style suddenly become so bold and unrestrained!

"Well, don't be shy. Sister, I've never seen anything before." Yan Mogui waved his hand heartily, "Otherwise, you find a tall and mighty hunk and swing around in front of him, acting like a little bird clinging to him. ? Xiao Shou guessed that he didn’t understand your attributes before, so if you can understand it at a glance, you will definitely quit.”

Mo Yixiao has already begun to regret asking her for advice: "Little bird depends on people? Sister Yan, are you sure?"

Yan Mogui sized up the boy who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and shook his head ponderingly: "That seems a bit inappropriate."

It's not that it's a bit inappropriate!

"In short, find someone and bring them in front of the other party to pretend to be a lover or a lover." Yan Mogui's expression was very affirmative, "I don't want to say it directly, so I just hint like this. Since he is the kind of soft-hearted person you mentioned, he must be very sensitive. I will understand."

"...Okay, thank you, sister Yan." Mo Yixiao thinks it makes sense after thinking about it, thinking about how to realize this idea.

The two chatted for a few more words, exchanged recent experience and some gossip, and then ended the communication.Mo Yixiao fell asleep thinking about Yan Mogui's suggestion, but at the other end, Yan Mogui was not so lucky. He opened the door of her room, and asked her with an aggrieved face why she didn't reply to the message, and whether she was chatting with the rumored "male friend with a good relationship".

Yan Mogui: Smile, in fact, my sister is talking nonsense with you, if I know what to do, I won't be in this situation, okay...

Of course, Mo Yixiao didn't know about the crew of "The Wind Wants to Move". Although a whole chapter of inner drama was tossed because of Qi Jingyan's abrupt words, the crew's task schedule was put aside at dawn the next day. , he still left all these things behind him, what should he do.

The tense shooting lasted for a while, and finally ushered in the last scene of the role of "Zhuo".

"Runaway Slave" is good for Fansen, James, and Olena. Despite the pain and twists and turns, they can all wait for a bright ending in the end.But for Zhuo, it was a complete tragedy.

Zhuo died by hanging.

At this time, the plot has progressed to the end, the rebel army has a strong momentum, has its own garrison, sources of funds and a large number of supporters, while the nobles are retreating steadily.More and more slaves left their former masters, joined the uprising team, and turned against each other. Even the mercenaries of the nobles felt pity for them and couldn't bear to do it.

——Among the rebel army, the only one who remained on the noble territory was Zhuo.

He was frail and unfit for war, and lacked the technical aptitude to use a computer, but he wanted to be useful.So he took advantage of his special professional status to continue the flesh and blood business, flirting with those nobles or soldiers to obtain useful information.Until one day the dilapidated small hotel where he lived—it was the dilapidated room where Fan Sen was saved by Zhuo at the beginning—was broken into by a group of dirty-mouthed mercenaries.They received a report that Zhuo was the rebels (the rebels in their mouth), and they found the emblem of the rebels in this dilapidated room that they hadn't had time to destroy.

The pale Oriental boy was dragged out in chains and swiftly hanged.He had no way of knowing that his death did not come from outside spies, but from a female slave inside the rebel army.

The slave girl admired her former master, but the master loved Zhuo very much and often spent the night with him.She couldn't forget this fiery unrequited love until she defected to the rebel army, and out of jealousy, she secretly reported on Zhuo, and then ran back to the rebel army. No one knew what she had done.

——This is the ending carefully designed by the director for Zhuo, an absurd and sad ending.It vaguely indicates that even such an organization that stems from freedom, equality, all good desires, and the spirit of resistance in human nature is still not a utopia, and still hides darkness, jealousy, and ugliness.

The director put a profound metaphor on Zhuo's body, making this thin boy a sacrificial victim.

"Ready? Smile?" Oliver ruffled his messy little curly hair even more. "This is the last scene! You're free when it's done - so do your best, okay?"

"Of course, director." Mo Yixiao smiled briefly, and sat in the small dilapidated and dim room.

"!"

"Bang bang bang!" There was a violent knock on the door, hurried and dull, as if it foreshadowed some ominous news.The boy sat up suddenly from the bed - the bee camera gave a close-up - his eyes dilated with shock and tension.The boy quickly looked around, and found that there were several pieces of paper on the table on which he had written information.

"Open the door! Little bitch, open the door! The Prosecutor's Office! Someone reported that you have links with the rebel party!"

A rough voice outside was shouting, not alone, but accompanied by mocking laughter and dirty curses.The young man trembled slightly. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound normal: "Wait, gentlemen! I haven't woken up yet, so tell me to put on some clothes!"

"Haha, did you hear what he said? Didn't wake up! I don't know who passed under the crotch last night!"

"What kind of clothes are you wearing! Tell the brothers to see the difference between the whores who sleep with people!"

"Hahaha!"

Those insulting words were so harsh, but the young man turned a deaf ear to them, his mind was full of these two pieces of paper in front of him—what should we do?There is no place to hide, there is no place to hide anything in this room, what should I do?

The boy tore the paper in his hand in vain—but it was useless to tear it apart, as long as it was still there, it could be put back together.This is all evidence of his "connection with the rebel party"!His face quickly turned from pale to nervous and urgently flushed.

"...This bitch doesn't know what he's doing, kick the door!"

The door panel made a dull bang, and the boy's pupils had dilated to a shocking degree.He desperately grabbed the clothes on his chest, suddenly a kind of aura burst out from his eyes, which was extremely dangerous, he opened his mouth, and stuffed the torn pieces of paper into it!

The close-up shot was focused on the boy's face.