I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Xue Lan, who was lying on the bed and watching the enthusiastic speeches of netizens all morning, was in a good mood, and waved her hand generously, indicating that Feng Ning could leave her sight.

Feng Ning's expression remained blank, but he acted very quickly. He quickly lifted the quilt, climbed out of the bed, and slipped his snow-white feet into the slippers in one go.

The series of things that happened from last night to now are so incredible that he really needs to digest it alone.

As a result, Xue Lan stopped him before he walked out of the bedroom door.

The latter leaned on the pillow at the head of the bed like a boneless one, stretched his waist in the slightest, and said, "I'm hungry."

Feng Ning's embarrassment was a little bit less when he posted it - it seemed that the opening remarks were the same twice in the morning. As an actor, don't you feel monotonous?How hard is it to add some drama?

Feng Ning blinked, and said sincerely: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Xue, there's nothing ready to eat at home. How about you go to the bottom shop in the community to have breakfast?"

The implication couldn't be more obvious—you see, since you've fallen asleep, woke up from drinking, swiped Weibo, and arranged work... can you go back quickly?

After all, the majority of netizens and your sister Nan have already made us a couple. Isn't it a little bit inappropriate for you to continue to stay with me, a little actor, for a dignified actor?Although I am a straight man of steel, but public opinion makes gold, the power of public opinion can melt even such heavy gold, it is not a matter of breaking me every minute.

too frightening.

Feng Ning was immersing himself in the plot of Xiaohuang Wen with a lock in his brain, when he suddenly heard Xue Lan say: "It's just right if there is no ready-made one."

Feng Ning was taken aback: "What?"

Xue Lan said seriously, "It was you who said it yourself, you want to treat me to breakfast, the bun shop in the film and television city is enough."

Feng Ning was speechless, how could he take a casual politeness seriously.

Feng Ning was patient and persuasive: "Mr. Xue, look, aren't we in the film and television city now? I don't have a place to buy buns for you. How about I..."

"No." Before finishing speaking, Xue Lan interrupted, "Are there any ingredients?"

"Yes, yes."

"Then you make it for me." Xue Lan said as a matter of course, "Anyway, there is no place to buy it."

"...!"

This logic seems to be a bit smooth, but who can order others so confidently.

Feng Ning poked in place, clenched his small fists but then slowly loosened them, daring to be angry but not speaking, just so cowardly.

"Or do you not know how to cook?" Xue Lan's dark pupils turned quickly, and suddenly he stretched out his hand to cover his head, as if he was about to hit the bed: "Oh, why are you dizzy again? It's not a hangover, you have low blood sugar because you haven't eaten all night?"

The popular actor's realistic acting skills are astonishing. Feng Ningming knew that he was faking it, but when he saw the pity eyes of the one who wanted to complain, he couldn't say anything if he refused.

"Okay, okay. Then you rest for a while, and I'll make you breakfast after I wash up."

Xue Lan let out a "hey", nestled into the pillow without hesitation, closed her eyes, and even pulled the Xialiang silk quilt, her eyes were closed tightly, as if she really wanted to catch up on sleep again.

Feng Ning suddenly had the illusion that he had been tricked, and then seeing Xue Lan's satisfied face, he realized again that it might not be an illusion.

Until he walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, Feng Ning was still repeatedly comforting and encouraging himself: "The landlord is the money owner, and the money owner is the tyrant, and the tyrant has to provide for it... Cook as you cook, and pay the rent gone."

The process of making steamed buns is very complicated. Filling, kneading, rolling out the skin, and steaming the steamed buns in a steamer after wrapping each one is very labor-intensive and a test of cooking skills. Feng Ning spent more than two hours in the kitchen.

But fortunately, Feng Ning is well versed in the way of gourmet food. He lived a semi-reclusive life with his master in his last life. It has almost become a hobby and fun, and this time it didn't feel too time-consuming.

It is said that it is breakfast, but in fact, when the plates and bowls are actually served on the table, it is already mid-sun.

Xue Lan didn't ask Feng Ning to give way this time. As soon as he went out, he washed his back feet, tidied himself up, and sat on the sofa to wait.

In fact, Xue Lan just wanted to eat steamed stuffed buns at the roll call, but Xue Lan just said it casually. He didn't expect that Feng Ning would really make such complicated food for himself, just make some porridge and side dishes.

But when he really saw a plate of steaming, down-to-earth handmade steamed buns on the fashionable dining table in cold ascetic colors, Xue Lan suddenly felt his heart was filled with a warm current, and his whole body was ironed.

Although Xue Lan is a rich second generation through and through, and his private life is extravagant and wasteful, but at the same time he is also a very dedicated actor, and he rarely engages in specialization in the crew, so it is normal to be hungry and full on the set when filming. It is a rare day when you can see delicious meals while sitting on the sofa.

Xue Lan slowly moved to the dining table, and began to observe the surroundings. It was only later that she realized that this apartment, which had been vacant for a long time, was hardly recognizable as it used to be.

Although the expensive and cold decoration style and furniture have not been changed in any way, a lot of thought has been spent on the details.For example, there are a few pillows printed with cartoon patterns scattered on the sofa, such as the fashionable decorations on the walls, such as the vases on the coffee table, and even the warm yellow floor mats at the entrance.

The once lifeless model room was filled with lively fireworks by this little quail—what a pleasant surprise.

Xue Lan raised the corner of her mouth involuntarily, and reached out to pick up a bun.

Feng Ning just took off the apron with the cartoon cat's head printed on it, sat at the other end of the dining table, looked at him with his chin in his hand, his eyes were bright, and the desire to beg for praise was almost clearly on his face.

With doting eyes in her eyes, Xue Lan stretched out her thumb and said with satisfaction: "It's delicious, it's really good."

Xue Lan has eaten many delicacies from mountains and seas, but she sincerely feels that Feng Ning's home-cooked dishes taste the most heart-warming.So the praise was very distracting, one sentence after another, without hesitation in complimenting, Feng Ning pursed his lips and laughed, and the atmosphere was rare and harmonious.

Xue Lan ate four or five steamed buns in a row, completely forgetting that she had promised Yang Nan a few days ago to take good care of her body.Picking up the tomato and egg drop soup at hand again, he took a few mouthfuls of "gudong gudong" before he made time to talk,

"Ningning, how is the preparation for this Sunday's variety show?"

Under Xue Lan's repeated stimulation, Feng Ning is now basically immune to "Ning Ning", and will no longer experience the initial physical discomfort. He just raises his eyes in doubt and asks: "Ah? What variety show are you talking about?"

"It's Tomato Channel, a Naqi variety show specially added to promote the "Tomb Raider" movie." Xue Lan explained briefly, and then saw Feng Ning's face was still blank, and frowned, "You won't be this time Too much work, forget about it?"

"I haven't worked for more than half a month." Feng Ning was chewing something in his mouth, talking without thinking.

As soon as he said the words, he regretted it, but there was no reason to take it back, so he could only bite the bullet and continue, "No one informed me that I have a variety show to participate in, and Zhou Yue hasn't contacted me for a long time."

Xue Lan raised her head, moved her eyes to Feng Ning, looked at Feng Ning for a while, and frowned slightly.

Feng Ning was a little nervous when he saw him, scratched his head and said: "Ah, it's okay... I'm just an insignificant extra, I don't even have a few frames in the camera, maybe the program crew didn't plan to invite me at all. "

Xue Lan didn't make a sound, took another sip of soup with downcast eyes, took a tissue and pressed the corner of her mouth slowly, and then said slowly: "Ningning, do you want to change your manager?"

"Ah?" The topic jumped a bit, Feng Ning didn't keep up with Xue Lan's train of thought for a while.

"Ningning, your qualifications are very good. The first time I saw you, I thought you were in the entertainment industry. But I need a manager who appreciates you and protects your aura and talent..." Xue Lan leaned Sitting on the chair, the expression between his brows and eyes had returned to his usual calmness and composure, and he said objectively, "But Zhou Yue is obviously not suitable."

"Making money at this stage is not the most important thing, what is important is your accumulation and precipitation. Zhou Yue's vision is too narrow, and he will only over-consume your existing resources and energy. Not only will it not help your future development at all, but it will become resistance."

Feng Ning knew that every word Xue Lan said was very reasonable.

In fact, he has long wanted to replace Zhou Yue. Who would want to work with a manager who only knows how to pimp?Feng Ning even thought about quitting the entertainment circle altogether, anyway, he would not die of starvation wherever he went.But the crux of the problem is that the huge debt owed by the original owner is only a drop in the bucket. It doesn't matter if you lose your job. If you really get involved in a civil case, it would be bad to put yourself in jail...

"Sigh." Feng Ning sighed, thinking of all the troubles that the original owner left for him, he got a headache

"But Zhou Yue signed me at the beginning, and my contract with the company is 20 years, the kind of work carte blanche..." Feng Ning curled his lips, "So, it was never up to me to decide who to be the agent. of."

"20 years?" Xue Lan was obviously taken aback.

How many 20 years can life have?What's more, Feng Ning clearly bought his whole life to the same company in their business of eating youth food.

The only possibility that Xue Lan could think of was that the company offered an absolutely high salary or an attractive career development plan, but now it seems that it is obviously not the latter.

"How much do they give you?"

"No... There is no share, just filming or something, and you can get a fixed salary every month."

Feng Ning's voice became smaller and smaller.

Xue Lan's face became more and more ugly.