Above, please use some force

Wang Wei came over with a sullen face and asked, "What's going on?"

The one who was hit shrugged and smiled indifferently, while the one who shot still maintained the previous posture, and the expression on his face returned to his usual indifference and arrogance.

He Wen sneered secretly, it's no wonder that he is a popular superstar, just look at his acting skills, he really dare not underestimate him.

"Song Ziyu, what's going on?" Wang Wei turned to Song Ziyu directly.

With so many pairs of eyes watching, it was hard for him to take sides. The newspaper news in the morning caused quite a stir, but in the eyes of him and several other insiders, it seemed much more ordinary.

The role of Xuan Qing was obtained by He Wen through the initial interview and audition. After all, he has many years of acting experience there, so he still has the ability.

They didn't think about other aspects, and it was only in the blast scene that they knew that there was an unknown relationship.

But that was the scene...

I don't know what kind of possibility came to mind, Wang Wei's unsmiling face became more and more serious, he looked He Wen up and down, his eyes were filled with unconcealed inquiry.

I can't figure out what is so attractive about a 30-year-old man who has failed in both career and life.

He Wen raised his lips and smiled lightly: "Director Wang, if you have anything to say, just say it. I feel uncomfortable when you look at me like this."

Wang Wei glanced at him, and then went to Song Ziyu again. He needed an explanation, and all the staff were waiting.

"I lost control just now, Director Wang, I'm sorry, I promise to control my emotions in the end." Song Ziyu's words were sincere and his attitude was sincere.

Even the film star An Chen had to learn to read words and demeanor in front of Wang Wei.

"Take a break for 10 minutes." Wang Wei glanced at Han Wenwen who was coming, and swept the crowd watching over there. The paparazzi hiding inside with a camera suddenly felt that he was being watched by wild dogs, swallowed, and hurriedly backed away to leave.

He Wen sat on a chair and asked the makeup artist to powder the bruises at the corners of his mouth. He took out his mobile phone from his backpack and started playing games. Swiping his index finger across the screen, the fruits that appeared would be cut off. He played very seriously, at least From the eyes of the make-up artist and the other two assistants, it looked like this.

Not far away, several female staff gathered together and whispered.

"Hey, why did you say Song Ziyu hit He Wen just now?"

One of the slightly fat women thought about it and said, "Could it be that Song Ziyu found out that He Wen was having a private meeting with other men behind his back, and he did it in a fit of anger."

As soon as the words came out, they were immediately recognized by several other people.

"It's possible. I saw Song Ziyu peeking at He Wen the day before yesterday. Not to mention how focused and hot his eyes were, I suspect Han Wenwen saw it too."

The young girl with a ponytail suddenly lowered her voice: "Then the news of their marriage is hype? Song Ziyu and He Wen are true love?"

"By the way, that man is really handsome. The watch on his wrist is the latest work of the French master Ferrer. I heard that there are only three of them in total. The absolute big benefactor, do you know him?"

Several people shook their heads one after another, and poked the man who was buried in the game with the corners of their eyes, all kinds of jealousy and envy.

"All the good men in the world are going to have sex, how can we live like this?"

The movements of his hands froze, and the corners of He Wen's eyes twitched a few times. What dick things are these women thinking about?

On the other side, Song Ziyu lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. The temperature around him was very low, and Han Wenwen beside him hesitated to speak: "Ziyu, you and He Wen...you..."

"Wenwen, don't be a smart woman." Song Ziyu frowned slightly, with a moment of gloom.

Han Wenwen's expression froze, and she turned her head to look at He Wen, who was opposite her. Her beautiful face showed a few traces of incongruity, and she disappeared very quickly, almost like an illusion.

She smiled coquettishly and said, "You like stupid women, then I will be a stupid woman for the rest of my life."

Seeing the other party's face softening, Han Wenwen happily suggested: "Ziyu, we don't have a movie this Friday morning, let's go climbing, we can take some pictures..."

"I want to be alone." Song Ziyu closed his eyes and said calmly.

Han Wenwen bit her red lip and left reluctantly.

Assistant Xiao Chen held the water glass and said cautiously, "Sister Wen, would you like some water?"

He tapped the other person's forehead with his index finger, and Han Wenwen sneered: "Are you deliberately trying to make the lipstick on my lips smudge and make me look ugly?"

"No...I'm not...Sister Wen...I didn't mean that."

Many people know that Han Wenwen is a docile woman only in front of Song Ziyu. At other times, she is like a proud peacock and often gets angry. The most unlucky thing is her assistant. The staff saw her assistant being scolded by her more than once Almost cried.

After 10 minutes, start shooting again.

Song Ziyu was still very bad this time, with only 45 seconds of dialogue, he insisted on getting stuck a dozen times, either saying something wrong or missing it.

This shot was not finished all morning, Wang Wei's face was extremely ugly, and the other assistant directors did not dare to show their anger.

Some other actors stayed out of the matter directly. Song Ziyu's face was even more frightening. He turned and left after saying a few words to Wang Wei. When he left, he didn't even pay attention to Han Wenwen.

The people in the film crew automatically gave way, and no one dared to step forward to find it uncomfortable.

During the whole morning, they all knew the fact that Song Ziyu and He Wen had a bad relationship. It seemed that there was a deep hatred, and this scene might be deleted.

In a relatively secluded small teahouse

Fang Jun was sitting in a corner, with a laptop and a cup of green tea on the table. He was typing on the keyboard, with his mobile phone clamped between his ears and shoulders, as if he was talking to someone, with a serious expression on his face.

"He received an anonymous email in the early hours of this morning." There was a calm bass voice on the phone: "It's an Internet cafe in Yutian Road, Bao'an District, T City, and I don't know about the rest."

Fang Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the speed of tapping with his fingers slowed down slightly: "Is that reporter one of yours?"

"The old employee knows what to touch and what not to touch, not to mention that the word concise is strictly forbidden to be mentioned in all newspapers across the country, and it is impossible to publish news. A photo of MB opening a house threatened him."

This is a conspiracy. The people behind the scenes are cautious and calculated. After playing a game of chess, Fang Jun felt a chill on his back. If it is only aimed at simplicity, then he can treat it easily, as long as he finds a way to reduce the negative side of those rumors. It works, but if not...

"I guess I'm going to lose my job." A bitter laughter suddenly came from the other end of the phone: "Jian Jie's wrist is stiff, and I'm afraid he has already started to do it."

Fang Jun frowned: "Go back to France, Mike will support you."

"Hung up." As the impatient voice ended, the beeping sound came to his ears, Fang Jun looked at the hung up phone and shook his head, a pair of live treasures.

After eating the boxed lunch, He Wen saw that the filming was still more than an hour away, so he planned to go back to the hotel to take a nap. After staying with Fang Jun for a long time, his biological clock gradually became more normal.

As soon as I got back to the hotel, I saw a young man standing at the door of the room. He was the concise driver. When the other party saw him, he bent his back slightly: "Mr. He, the boss asked me to come over and deliver something to you."

He Wen suppressed the surprise in his eyes, and said with a smile, "I came all the way here just for this, it really aroused my curiosity."

The young man took out a key card from his trouser pocket and handed it over.

Playing with the door card, his eyes swept across the very light marks on it imperceptibly, as if someone had stepped on it.

He Wen half closed his eyes and asked with a smile, "What's your name?"

"Li Yuan." The young man's back was wet with sweat.

"I heard that you used to be a photographer?" He Wen said calmly, "The skills should be pretty good. When you are free, please help me take some photos."

Li Yuan's breathing was a little unsteady, and he raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead: "Mr. He has spoken, I will try my best to do it well."

"Why are you sweating on your face? It's very hot at the end of July, come in and have a glass of water." Opening the door, the smile on He Wen's lips deepened, but it was extremely cold.

The author has something to say:

Some readers said that the little mosquito is disgusting, so what do you want the little mosquito to do?He himself has no enmity with Jian Jian. The previous conflict was because he was stubborn and crazy. He was not happy with anyone who used force against him except his brother. He is used to being flirtatious, and when he sees a man with outstanding qualifications, he will be interested【If Jian Jian changed his identity with him, he would definitely strike up a conversation. As for him having sex with Fang Jun, because he wanted to have sex with Fang Jun, he did it【He Do whatever you want, that's why I saw a hot pot on the street, and I planned to strike up a conversation, and then I hung up...

He has been reborn, and this body has caused him a lot of trouble, and there is an even bigger trouble waiting for him.

Song Ziyu, concise, has something to do with his predecessor, and has nothing to do with himself [I hope you guys don't confuse the little mosquito with the predecessor, there are completely two kinds of people, and people and things are two extremes.

He didn't need to live under the influence of his predecessor, so when he faced Jian Jian and Song Ziyu, he was actually the gangster prince, Shen Zheng, who had a bad outlook, and lived as comfortably as he could.

The little mosquito is disgusting, this really hurt the nest, in fact, the heart of the nest glass has been broken several times, 502 sticks and sticks...

Now most of the complaints don't say anything, they just reply with a smile, today's... so abusive...

Even if Wo re-organizes the outline, the attributes of the little mosquito will not change. He is destined to become a wonderful flower in the hands of his mother.

To reiterate again, this article is [very bloody], [no morals], [no lower limit], [three views are not correct], [prostitution article], there is still time for Lei to go now, because the later ones will be even more stupid Blood, don't expect the little mosquito to be upright, he doesn't know that thing at all