Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

He Ranran is a "zero foundation" artist, she seems to know nothing about the show business world, she got into this star-studded door entirely by her face.Those who are able work more, but if both are incompetent, the one who works more must be the one who is more willing to learn.For this reason, Song Yaze had to drag her along to make progress together, living a fulfilling and busy life every day.

Every day, he negotiates with the film studio about the salary and arranges He Ranran's schedule; he sits in suits and leather shoes and watches her participate in the singing competition;Even if some bosses wanted He Ranran to accompany him for a drink, Song Yaze would stand in the way for her.

Compared with other managers who unconditionally exploit and oppress celebrities, Song Yaze is really a kind-hearted boss.Not only did he never touch this sexy beauty with big wavy hair, but he also bravely blocked countless rotten peach blossoms who coveted her beauty for her.Many female artists who looked down on him before felt unspeakable regret.

Song Yaze mingled in the muddy waters of the entertainment industry every day like this, and then contributed his own meager strength to this muddy water.But maybe some things are really linked to genes, and he is not good at this line of work.The circle has long been regarded as an ordinary chaos, and in his eyes, it is considered a low-level method.Therefore, the resources and contacts in his hands are not extensive, nor are they considered strong. He Ranran has been tepid like this.

Three months have passed, and the deep winter has warmed up, birds began to appear in flocks, and the dead trees appeared a little green again.Song Yaze was busy all day, seeing He Ranran more times than meeting his landlord.At the same time, Xia Feng had not appeared in his field of vision for three months.

Speaking of Xia Feng, for the past three months, he has been caught between impulsiveness and restraint.He seems to be living on the dividing line between rational logic and emotional impulse. He is eager to see Song Yaze, and puts on a posture in front of that person's eternally calm face; but reason tells him that hibernation is the best choice .

After all, Song Yaze had already moved out of Xia's house due to his impatience before, and his second plan failed.

He sat on the sofa with a gloomy face, with careful plans piled up in his mind.He glanced at the dung ball sitting at his feet. It was eating sausages, making a "hahahaha" sound, and its saliva was sticking to the carpet. It looked a bit like the reincarnation of a hungry ghost.

Xia Feng smiled and patted its head, thinking: This dog can only eat dry dog ​​food at Song Yaze's house, and he can't even smell the smell of fresh meat. It's really hard for him.But despite being hungry, he still gets the job done, doesn't he?

He stretched out his hand, rummaged through the folds of flesh on the neck of the dung ball, and untied the collar that bound it.He brought the collar closer, and with a light movement of his fingers, he pulled out the miniature camera embedded in it.This is a cutting-edge gadget that he bought in the United States for tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.At present, such high-tech products have not appeared in Hong Kong and the mainland.

He stared at the camera with an evil grin on his face.Yes, he used the dung ball to monitor Song Yaze at all times; even if he was in Taiwan before, he could know Song Yaze's every move.

On the clumsy monitor, he once saw Song Yaze confronting the Taiwanese horse boy he had arranged for Ren Runqing, and he couldn't help feeling jealous.He also stunned him with a needle-tipped gun, set fire outside the house, and then broke into the house, performing a scene of "heroes saving the beauty".

On that fiery night, Song Yaze fainted in Xia Feng's arms, already unconscious.He didn't notice that Xia Feng was shaking with excitement, and he didn't hear the "I'm sorry" in his ear.

From the moment he saw Song Yaze, his soul couldn't stop shaking.The longing from the heart made him close to paranoid.Since then, he has been brewing a plan and spent a lot of effort to get a well-trained police dog from the police station.

It was a plan that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, a plan that was hidden in the name of love.

Xia Feng is not a kind person with a good heart. He has climbed step by step from the bottom to today in blood and tears, and sometimes he even uses unscrupulous methods.But he is a man who is determined to win and dares to take risks.Driving away Pei Qi and destroying Song Yaze's house, everything he did was to get closer to Song Yaze and make him fall in love with him.

He set up routines one after another with his own hands, trying his best to control everything under his capricious hands.He knows that he is deceiving, but naively thinks that deception can be exchanged for sincere love.Perhaps he was blinded by this sensibility, but this is the choice he most wants to make.

"It's not an easy thing to get your love." He once said to Song Yaze, and it was indeed the case.He looked down on Pei Qi's bad boy in front of love. He boasted that he dared to love and hate, and was willing to put down his body to fight for love, waiting in anxiety, and forging ahead in rejection.

What he wants is not just physical lust, but what is it for?

For love, for this enthusiasm that I have never had in my life!

He threw the collar lightly and accurately threw it into the trash can.His callused fingertips hit the armrest of the sofa, and he was full of thoughts.Now, his first step plan has been successful, but the second step plan was aborted halfway, so he had to change his method and re-plan his next step...

In the evening, Song Yaze was still working in the office.There is a buzz of people outside the office, mixed with the sound of high-heeled shoes passing by, crisp and clear.In the entertainment company, the most indispensable thing is the handsome men and women who shuttle between the floors.Most of them wear sunglasses. Since there are no paparazzi in the company, they are usually more relaxed and their postures are quite casual.

Song Yaze smoked habitually, arranging He Ranran's schedule in the layers of blue mist.He is thinking hard, whether to ask He Ranran to shoot commercials tomorrow, or go to a big-budget film studio to play a trick.In other words, is it to make some money, or to cultivate her acting career?

The door of the room was knocked lightly. "Brother Song?" He Ranran walked in with a blush on his face, and walked lightly.There was no place for her hands to rest, and her slender eyebrows were furrowed to make her feel more embarrassed.

Song Yaze raised his head, saw her hesitant to speak, and said, "What's wrong?"

He Ranran kept silent with an ugly expression on his face.She stared at Song Yaze in silence for nearly half a minute before moving with difficulty to lock the door behind her. "Brother Song... I received a threat order from the underworld today..."

Song Yaze was stunned: "Threat order?!"

"Well... a few days ago, a man with a dragon tattooed on his body came to me..." He Ranran covered his face as he spoke, his voice tinged with tears, "He asked me to take a picture of a very obscene I don’t want to. I got a call today and said that if I didn’t want to, I would… find someone to gang|rape|me and film it…”

Song Yaze was shocked, and a chill spread from his back to his whole body.Among the many untestable rumors and old movies that were very popular for a while, Hong Kong movies are seriously involved in gangsters. He has learned from Ren Runqing.But this time, he actually faced this extremely indecent gang method.

He Ranran's heart was beating extremely fast, and his face was full of despair and tears.Song Yaze was shocked, and quickly comforted her: "Did you say you are Yongmao's artist?"

"I said..." He Ranran wiped his tears and nodded, "I also said that my boss is Xia Feng...but they didn't listen at all...Brother Song, Mr. Xia wouldn't do it for a little artist like me Offending other gangs...I heard that you have a good relationship with Mr. Xia...Can you help me beg Mr. Xia to come forward? I really don't know what to do..."

She begged bitterly, crying so hard that it was impossible to refuse her request.

"Okay." Song Yaze responded, "I'll help you contact Xia Feng and see if he is willing to help."

After moving out of Xia's house, he never contacted Xia Feng again.Song Yaze was embarrassed to ask him to do something when he was in trouble this time.With a heavy heart, he picked up the mobile phone and dialed the number worriedly, not noticing He Ranran's secretly delighted expression.

"Xia Feng... I want to trouble you with something..." Song Yaze said shyly.

"Who are you begging me for this time?" Xia Feng's teasing voice came.

Song Yaze sighed silently and told him the whole story.After listening to him, Xia Feng was silent for a few seconds and said, "Do you know which gang it is from? Who is the film producer?"

"I don't know." Song Yaze shook his head without thinking, "They didn't even mention it."

Xia Feng snorted coldly, and agreed readily: "Okay then, since I don't know who did it, I'll let a few people follow her tonight. You are her manager, and you should be careful these few days."

"Yes." Song Yaze nodded and hung up the phone.

That night, as expected, there were three boys who came to He Ranran and followed her at any time.From the time she went out to make an announcement in the morning to the time she came home at night, the three of them played the role of bodyguards faithfully and taciturnly.

Things seemed to pass so smoothly.For the next month, nothing happened.Song Yaze was a little relieved, he really thanked Xia Feng for his generous help, he had more phone calls with him, and even took the initiative to go to his house for a cup of tea.Xu Shi was grateful, Song Yaze's doubts about Xia Feng decreased day by day, and the two became closer day by day.

But all conspiracies are silently lurking, and all tranquility is the foreshadowing of earth-shattering...

It was midnight.Song Yaze squinted his eyes and drove to the company. He had just returned from the set and yawned several times, obviously sleepy.He was lucky, thanks to the fact that it was midnight and the traffic on the road was sparse, otherwise the chances of accidents would not be small due to his sleepiness.He Ranran next to him was also combing her hair. Her long hair was glued into a few stiff strands by the ancient costume just now, which made her extremely uncomfortable.

Drive the car into the garage.It's eerie here, especially in the wee hours of the morning.A few of the lights in the garage were broken at the right time, and the flickering light vividly rendered the cool and dark atmosphere.

Song Yaze and He Ranran walked out of the garage with the cold wind blowing. They couldn't help shivering and wrapped their coats tightly.

"Why did the sky suddenly change?" He Ranran complained in a low voice, "It seems to be raining..."

A sharp and piercing brake sound cut off her unspoken words, and the flashing high beams were so bright that people couldn't keep their eyes open.

Before Song Yaze and He Ranran could react, they were blocked by a van with black glass.

The originally dilated pupils hadn't adapted to the sudden light, Song Yaze could only feel the stinging pain in his eyes, and saw a few blurred figures.

Get out of the car a few able-bodied people.They controlled the stunned two people like ghosts, and then dragged them roughly to the dark van.Song Yaze's mouth was covered, and he heard He Ranran's indistinct cry for help in a panic.

The moment the van door was closed, he saw the three boys running towards him in panic...

The car was bumping all the way, and the people in the car were hoarse after a few threatening voices, and fell into an unbearable silence.The eyes of both of them were tightly blindfolded, and there was a frightening silence and rustling noises in the car.

Song Yaze hadn't been this nervous for a long time.The deprivation of vision made him seem to lose his composure.The person who hijacked them was silent, and he couldn't get more information, which made him even more uneasy.There was an unusual silence in the car, only the faint hum of the old engine, and it seemed that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Suddenly, Song Yaze's mouth was forcibly opened, and cold liquid flowed from the tip of his tongue into his throat, giving off an unexplainable strange taste.He resisted instinctively, but he couldn't move under the brute force, so he could only let the unknown liquid violently pour into his throat and nasal cavity...

Song Yaze coughed violently. He thought of the threat order He Ranran had received before, and his muscles tensed up.An ominous premonition surged in his heart. In this stuffy carriage, he actually got goosebumps one after another, as well as a feeling of nausea that couldn't go away for a long time...

The author has something to say: Go bloody!Everyone don't shoot me.I must let Xia Feng eat Song Yaze... Mmm!

About the camera, I found some information.In fact, the United States has invented surveillance cameras in the 70s.The background of this article is already in the 90s, and miniature cameras should exist.If any friends are more concerned, please bear with me!