Dedicated to the silly little white artist

280 six

A wave of waves has risen again.

After Ouyang Zhi left BEACHER that night, he was disfigured for some reason and is still in the hospital.

The news has been blocked all the time, and Mr. Bai's mental disturbance that night obviously won't hurt Ouyang Zhi, so Sang Bei is very relieved and doesn't want to meddle in his own business. Feeling that Ouyang Zhi was suspicious, he learned the cause and effect from the gossip, and quickly told Mr. Bai.

Relying on the fact that he was far away, Bai En simply acted as a hands-off shopkeeper, and told everyone in a very gentle manner to let them solve it by themselves, and also removed the battery by the way.By the way, Bai En usually throws his mobile phone casually, and it counts wherever he throws it. He has never had the concept of charging. Zheng He once found the mobile phone in the washing machine and taught him how to charge the mobile phone for a long time. It is a pity that Zheng He is so attentive, but Bai En only remembers the link of pulling out the battery, and still throws the phone casually without charging.

280 seven

Zheng He was very curious about Mr. Bai's moodiness these past few days. When he was with Mr. Bai before, he always felt that he was very talkative. Smile at you, that smile is absolutely perfect five stars, running on the street and smiling at the road will definitely cause a traffic crisis.

However, after experiencing the trip to the villa that ruined the three views, Zheng He seemed to have been completely reborn. He was able to grasp a man's mood accurately. For example, Mr. Bai sometimes smiles not to express happiness, but to feel that you are It's boring, I have nothing to say to you, and his temper is so scumbag, Zheng He now sometimes meets other artists, no matter if it's a man or a woman, he doesn't dare to hook up like before. The actions are all deleted, no matter how good a buddy is, he can't beat a bully and a beautiful wife!

QAQ!

After going through several waves of people, Zheng He finally got in touch with Sang Bei. Sang Bei hid and tucked away the successive incidents with a bitter face, sifted out some details that he could know, and popped them out like spitting beans. Zheng He He couldn't help but click his tongue. Although he concealed a lot, those things are definitely enough for Zheng He to go to August [-].

Zheng He had been thinking about the sentence for a long time, and originally planned to express this meaning very cryptically, but it ended up like this: "Mr. Bai, what's the matter with you recently? Are you in a bad mood? Is there something wrong with the company?"

Bai En is so smart that he is about to challenge the limits of human beings. When he heard Zheng He's inquiry, he first mentioned 'recent', then 'mood', and the most important key word was 'company'.How could Zheng He, a single-celled creature, think of the situation in his company in the first place?Besides, Zheng He has always been very measured. If he doesn't know about his own affairs, he doesn't know about it. This time he actually took the pole to ask himself this question. There is definitely something wrong with it.

"Let's talk," Bai En sat gracefully on the sofa, and pointed to his side deftly: "Sit here, what Sang Bei said to you, and tell it to me verbatim."

When other people encounter this kind of situation, they usually feel pain in their eggs. I don't know why Zheng He feels that he is in pain.

Zheng Mengmeng looked at Bai En's other side in pain, and saw that there was half a meter of space left, while the other half had less than [-] centimeters of space. What is [-] centimeters enough for?If it was Little Ding Ding, he would be absolutely invincible, but a [-]-centimeter sofa can sit up to half of his buttocks, and he might be able to press down on the noble and flawless Lord Bai. He ran over and sat half a meter away. It's over there.

Bai En narrowed his eyes: "Is your sense of direction bad?"

Zheng He shrank into a shrimp.

"come over."

Zheng He was thinking bitterly and bitterly about how to stuff his butt into the thirty centimeters without touching Mr. Bai.

Mr. Bai was amused by Zheng He's unabashedly stupid demeanor, and he asked, "What are you doing standing there?"

Zheng He was very deep: "I'm thinking."

"What's there to think about?"

Zheng He rolled his eyes and asked, "Mr. Bai, do you think that if I were an octopus, would I be able to make my butt smaller?"

Bai En was very confused, did he just let Zheng He sit on his lap, or did he lose so much weight these days that Zheng He felt that his legs could no longer control his ass?

He touched his legs through his clothes. His muscles were very healthy, and he had been out of the hospital for several months. The weight he lost had already been regained by Zheng He, a foodie. I really didn't understand what the baby was thinking.

"I don't care about the butt for now," Bai En said, "I just want you to sit on my lap. Is it so difficult?"

Zheng He, who misunderstood Mr. Bai and thought things in the dark, was bloodied by his IQ.

280 eight

Under the pressure of Mr. Bai, Zheng He won the small badge of "focusing on pitting teammates for 30 years" without any surprise.

After listening to Mr. Bai, he gave Sang Bei a two-week holiday and informed Xue Qinghe of the news.

Sang Bei, who was devoured to the point where there was no scum left, suddenly appeared in Zheng He's mind. He felt that he had really done something unforgivable.

Bai En is actually quite angry. He has been working very hard to protect Zheng He and try not to get him involved with these things. His hope of "owning Zheng He's future" is like a spider weaving a web full of traps. He thought he had made it very clear, but was stabbed by Sang Bei who knew what he was thinking but wanted to overestimate his capabilities.

"Calm down first..." Zheng He said, "Since you don't want me to know, then I won't ask any more. Well, I just want to know, is Sang Bei okay? I always feel that Xue Qinghe is thinking Very heavy."

"Baby, you still have time to mind other people's affairs." Bai En pinched the itchy flesh on Zheng He's waist.

Zheng He held back his laughter in pain.

His previous body structure was like this: head, shoulders, upper body, lower body, chest, two legs, and two arms inserted into the upper body. Since being developed by Bai En, it has become like this: a hole that can be fucked, itchy Flesh, hole that can fuck, tickle meat.

What's the matter with this sudden sense of being an alien? !Zheng He couldn't control his imagination anymore.

280 nine

Due to various reasons, Zheng He's scenes were recorded first and Zheng He's own acting skills exploded. Obviously, what should have been a four-month crew career was abruptly broken into a one-month OVER.

Zheng He chatted with the screenwriter uncle: "Can you give me more roles?"

The screenwriter's uncle is bald and has four swimming laps (plus the fat grandma's lap). He looked at Zheng He with disdain while smoking a cigarette: "Add drama? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard."

Zheng He said that this is not funny at all.

The screenwriter uncle continued to ask: "What will you do? Sing? Dance? Tell jokes?"

Zheng He nodded hurriedly: "I know this! I know how to do it, and I'm very proficient!"

"Crack!" The screenwriter uncle slapped the table, and the whole lounge shook three times. He said in a vicious voice, "What do you think this is? A gamer's house wine in the kindergarten class? I just go to the street to find those things, and pull a big one." Dui, what use are you! What I need is that you be proficient in twelve languages, rock climbing, horseback riding, and antique appraisal! Only after you learn these can you be qualified to come to my place to add drama! Do you understand? If you understand, give it to me Turn right when you go out, pack your luggage and immediately walk out from the set, do you want to add drama to this level of culture? Hmph!"

Zheng He had a demented look on his face. Mr. Bai had praised the screenwriter of this drama before that he was definitely a god, but he found that he was really a god, a mental patient.

It's just a play, it's all about twelve languages.

Zheng He believed that his only second language, English, was in a state where he was talking to foreigners, and neither of them knew what he meant, so he silently turned his head to find his agent and prepared to go back.

The last scene he filmed was a rain scene, he ran back and forth in single clothes in the weather of 10 degrees above zero, and his face turned blue within [-] minutes, which was better than the effect drawn by the makeup artist. The bath towel has been in a state of cold hands and feet for a long time. Bai En thinks that he is fine and will cause trouble for himself, telling him: "Cheng Shaohe is talking with the producer about the follow-up, let us go first. Come here, I will give you Hugh."

Bai En put the hot water bottle in Zheng He's hand, took off his shoes and put them on his knees, and opened his shirt to put his feet in.

"That's so bad." Zheng He felt very sorry.A general gold medal agent has several artists in his hands, and Mr. Bai frightened Boss Song abruptly at that time, and did not dare to treat Zheng He harshly, and let Cheng Shao take full responsibility for him alone. Knowing the consequences, I thought that the company really planned to focus on training itself.

"What's wrong?" Bai En asked.

Zheng He was a little shy: "I've troubled him several times, and I'm not a newcomer, so I don't need him to take care of everything. He's a manager, so why don't I just let me do such trivial things. "

"You will never strive for the best interests." Bai En said very firmly.

"What does it matter, anyway, let's treat it as a friend." Zheng He has been wealthy and has a good attitude since he was raised by Bai En: "It's fine if you don't bother to become a child."

"That's his job, baby, I don't want to remind you of this problem again." Bai En said.

Zheng He bared his teeth and protested at him: "Mr. Bai, you are an evil capitalist. Everything is work and work. There are many things that are more important than work, okay? They can be lazy for the same work!"

Bai En said: "You are right, so this requires a little bit of tricks from the managers, which can not only make the other party grateful to you, but also effectively stimulate their enthusiasm for work."

Zheng He:"……"

Question: My house looks black on the surface, but the inside is still black when cut open, and the logic is so strong that it can definitely distort the facts. !Waiting online...