little rebirth

On Weibo, there was a wave of criticism of Mu Linlin, and the topic of Mu Linlin getting out of the entertainment circle was not uncommon.

Of course, Fu Zimo and the others also have Weibo, and there are not a few fans, among which Ling Yuan is the most.On weekdays, Ling Yuan likes to show his face and show off his wealth when he has nothing to do. He has more than 300 million fans, more than some starlets.

As soon as the god's statement came out, Ling Yuan quickly reposted:

Ling Yuan: Haha, I refused, my wives, am I conscious?

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Then several well-known wealthy third generations retweeted it one after another, and a group of Lingyuan fans frantically liked it, screaming to drag this female cousin who seduced their husbands out and beat them into meat buns, and then joined the army of black fans without hesitation.

Ling Yuan's retweeting is simply the conclusion of the matter-you said that a man has been rich for three generations, why are you lying and blackmailing you if you are fine?It must be true.

This time, Mu Linlin is about to fall, and everyone can see that the former competitors cheerfully reposted Weibo, and the friends in the circle did not dare to help. Looking at the mighty army of likes, many of them All kinds of well-known rich second (third) generations, who is not sure which one of them will be his future benefactor?No one wants to be in this water.

But the culprits of this incident were leisurely filming on the set.

This scene was filming the scene where Liu Zhiheng confessed his love to Zhu Xiaoman.

The person playing Liu Zhiheng is Hong Chen, one of the pillars of the gods. Although he is a movie star, he was temporarily summoned by the company to shoot a TV series. He is also an old drama player. His eyes seem to have a thousand words, and he will be a newcomer easily. The white seedlings brought into the play.

"I just want to write a script for you." Hong Chen said, his eyes fixed on Bai Miao, his hands trembling unconsciously.

"I, I..." Hong Chen is an idol-level figure on weekdays. It was the first time for Bai Miao to come into contact with an idol at close range.

"Crack!" the director shouted.

Bai Miao woke up instantly, "Yes, I'm sorry!" She bowed to Hong Chen.

Hong Chen changed from the young and sunny Liu Zhiheng back to himself in an instant, and said gently: "It's okay, newcomers are like this."

Before the director could speak, Fu Zimo scolded first: "Bai Miao, you're playing a goddess, you're not a nymphomaniac, okay! Your saliva is about to drip, can you be a nympho after you finish acting?"

Bai Miao subconsciously wiped her lips, blushed and said, "I'm sorry!"

The director sighed and recruited the two of them to give a talk.

Fu Zimo lay bored on his exclusive chaise longue, and there were at least two air-conditioning fans on the table. Lin Wenyuan had no role today, so he took a stool and sat next to Fu Zimo, concentrating on peeling oranges for him.

The weather was very hot, and the air-conditioning fan couldn't blow it at this angle. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but he didn't have time to wipe it off.Sitting on a short chair with a pair of long legs bent together, it is not pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

Fu Zimo glanced at it, swallowed a mouthful of orange slices, and reluctantly put his feet down and shifted his position, "Come up and sit together."

Lin Wenyuan had a smile in his eyes, and sat beside Fu Zimo.

Ling Yuan looked at it from a distance, and said with a sneer: It really is a perfect match, one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.If Fu Zimo's squeamishness was his boyfriend, he would have slapped him long ago.

Two people were crowded in the imperial concubine chair, and the two air-conditioning fans couldn't save the gradually rising temperature. Fu Zimo yelled irritably, "It's so hot!"

Lin Wenyuan felt that Fu Zimo's blushing little face was beautiful, but at the same time felt distressed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and moved Ling Yuan's air-conditioning fan over.

Ling Yuan: "..."

He took back what he just said, bah, a pair of dog and boy!

After the play, Bai Miao seemed to be enlightened. The first half was done once. Liu Zhiheng successfully confessed his love, and Zhu Xiaoman also confessed his love shyly.Behind them, a pale-faced Ling Yuan sat on a hillside, casting illusions for them with mana, and his body seemed to be somewhat transparent for a moment.

"Meteor!" Zhu Xiaoman shouted in surprise.

Liu Zhiheng hugged him tightly, knowing that this was an illusion created by the ghost for them, he was grateful in his heart, but he never looked back.

Ling Yuan looked at their backs, with a stiff smile on his lips, hollow pupils, but a bit of sadness on his brows, Ling Yuan stood alone behind them, lonely but unaware.

"Crack!" the director shouted, he looked at Ling Yuan and praised: "Ling Yuan, you are very talented, you will become popular!"

Fu Zimo also murmured: "Fuck, maybe this dead shemale can really be popular..." With cheeks, talent, and background, it's unreasonable not to be popular.

Lin Wenyuan asked: "Didn't you like him from the beginning?"

Fu Zimo: "Maoxian, I just want to lure him into the group and let him invest."

Lin Wenyuan: "..."

Fu Xingxia came to visit the set and brought a bunch of afternoon tea. The director reluctantly announced a break, and the crew cheered and rushed towards the food.

Ling Yuan has just finished acting, and he hasn't fully played yet.He turned around and glanced at Fu Xingxia, and Fu Xingxia happened to be looking at him too.

"You came."

Fu Xingxia froze for a moment, "Yes."

Ling Yuan's eyes circled around the suit on his body, and he couldn't help thinking of the good figure under the heavy clothes, licked his lips, and said with a bit of frivolity: "Are you hot?"

That night, there was heavy rain in the suburbs, and a group of people were trapped on the set. Considering Fu Zimo's tyrannosaur temper, the director humbly gave him the best room.

Fu Zimo walked in, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "This room is really nice, a little bigger than my toilet..."

When he turned around, he saw Lin Wenyuan walking in, holding the quilt in his hands, "Your room is next door."

Lin Wenyuan spread the quilt on the floor, "It's cold in the suburbs at night, I'm afraid you'll catch cold by kicking the quilt."

Fu Zimo glared at him, "Go out."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of the cold ground." Lin Wenyuan stayed cheeky.

Fu Zimo was lying on the bed, "Hmph, it's up to you, just let it die from the cold."

Lin Wenyuan lay on the ground, and said coolly: "It's really cold on the ground..."

Fu Zimo: "..."

Just when Lin Wenyuan was thinking about whether to pretend to cough or not, Fu Zimo's muffled voice came from the bed: "Lin Wenyuan, get the fuck out of here, young master."

The corner of Lin Wenyuan's mouth curled up into a triumphant smile, but it was a pity that Fu Zimo didn't see it when the lights were turned off, otherwise it would be another "bloody incident".

Fu Zimo said: "Lin Wenyuan, don't touch me, or I will kick you to death."

Lin Wenyuan replied without blushing, "It's okay, you can't beat me."

"Lin Wenyuan, go to hell!" Fu Zimo kicked him vigorously, but Lin Wenyuan took the opportunity to hug him, his arms seemed to be made of iron, no matter how Fu Zimo couldn't break free.

"Tomorrow you will die." Fu Zimo muttered in a low voice, but gradually became quiet. He had been filming with the crew all day, and he was also tired.

"Zimo?" Lin Wenyuan called out tentatively, but got no response, and then gently kissed Fu Zimo's forehead, with soft eyes, "Good night, little lunatic."

The next day, Fu Zimo really kicked Lin Wenyuan out of bed. It was the first time he slept on a plank bed, which made his back ache all over his body, "I'm exhausted." He said while supporting his waist.

Ling Yuan, who was in the next room, looked at the two people who came out of the room one after the other, and looked at Fu Zimo's movements, with delicate eyes.