my secret ex boyfriend

For the two badminton lessons every Monday morning, Qi Wangshu bought the same badminton racket from Anling, of course, because of the persistent recommendation of the other party.An Ling, who is very responsible, even accompanied Qi Wangshu to the sports equipment store, and witnessed Qi Wangshu carrying his racket of the same style on his back, smiling so much that his eyes were like a crescent moon.

"Stand still, I want to take a picture." An Ling took out his phone and clicked several pictures in a row, "Can I keep it? When you want to see a handsome guy, take it out to make your eyes look good."

"...you can do whatever you want."

An Ling picked out the most handsome one among those photos, and held up his mobile phone and handed it to Qi Wangshu as if asking for credit, "How is it? Do you want to send you one?"

Qi Wangshu glanced at it lightly, but first saw the small picture in the lower left corner of the phone screen, which was the back of a person with familiar clothes, exactly the same as the one he wore yesterday.

Isn't it himself?

Qi Wangshu raised his eyes and glanced at Anling over the mobile phone in front of him. The other party's eyes were shining, and he spit out the word "good" uncontrollably.

An Ling immediately took the phone back, quickly tapped the screen a few times with his finger, and stretched it out in front of Qi Wangshu, "Add me on WeChat!"

The impromptu meeting in the temporary tent broke up in the end. Qi Wangshu would not give in. The producer had no choice but to go back to the company and discuss with the high-level decision-makers to see if they could find a solution that satisfied both parties.

When Qi Wangshu got out of the tent, he subconsciously looked around for An Ling's figure, but he couldn't find it.

He beckoned Xia Xiaoyu behind him to his side, "Where's Anling?"

When Qi Wangshu was having a meeting in the temporary tent, Xia Xiaoyu had been guarding outside, chatting enthusiastically with the assistants of other artists, when asked about An Ling's whereabouts, he looked blank, "Ah? Didn't Brother Ling stay with you all the time?" Is it in there?"

Qi Wangshu frowned slightly, "He left halfway. Forget it, work is about to start, let's go to the set."

Xia Xiaoyu looked at the boss's face, followed behind him anxiously, secretly took out his mobile phone and sent Anling a WeChat message, "Brother Ling, come to the set quickly, Brother Wang Shu is not happy not to see you!"

I don't care if he is happy or not!

An Ling sat cross-legged on a stone bench in the grove, with his laptop on his lap, and was expressionlessly changing the scripts for the next few episodes.After receiving Xia Xiaoyu's WeChat message from him, An Ling sneered and typed a few words on the phone screen with one hand to reply: "That's really great, please let him keep it up."

Xia Xiaoyu was startled when he received An Ling's reply in the dressing room, and almost dropped his phone. Qi Wangshu saw his strangeness in the mirror and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xia Xiaoyu hastily hid the mobile phone behind his back, denying: "It's okay! It's okay!"

Qi Wangshu looked at him in the mirror, "Wechat with Anling? What did he say?"

Xia Xiaoyu could only bite the bullet and put his hands in front of Qi Wangshu on the mobile phone chat interface.

The stylist who made Qi Wangshu's hair at the back couldn't help but secretly glanced at the lit phone screen. After seeing the content clearly, he couldn't help but click his tongue in surprise. Time hit the muzzle of the gun and became the last straw before Qi Wangshu lost his temper.

The thunder that should have been struck did not strike as the two of them thought.

Qi Wangshu leaned back straight on the back of the chair, squinted his eyes to see clearly the conversation between Xia Xiaoyu and An Ling did not know, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.It was indeed a smile, both Xia Xiaoyu and the makeup artist could see clearly, the stern face became much softer because of the slightly raised corners of the mouth.

The two fell silent silently.Xia Xiaoyu took his mobile phone away from Qi Wangshu, and Qi Wangshu followed his mobile phone, "Why didn't you answer him?"

"Huh?" Xia Xiaoyu felt that he no longer had control over his phone, "...what should I reply?"

Qi Wangshu half closed his eyes and thought for a while, then whispered a few words from his mouth: "Keep going."

Xia Xiaoyu typed these words in the dialog box as she said, and clicked send.Inexplicably, a weird intuition came up, these two people, aren't they flirting?

An Ling returned to the set not long after. His main task today was to change the lines on the spot for some actors who couldn't memorize their lines. The director asked him to come to the set to wait, and he guessed the reason.Unexpectedly, it was Cen Ya who couldn't memorize the lines.But after thinking about it, it seemed that there was no one else besides Cen Ya.

Although he has only met this little fresh meat twice, An Ling can already confirm that Cen Ya definitely has a strong background in the entertainment industry.He is not a big name, but he is treated better than a big name. He speaks out loud and has a bad temper, but everyone tolerates him in every possible way.Now, as the male lead who doesn't have many scenes, not only did he not get scolded by the director for not being able to recite his lines, but he had to work for the screenwriter to change the lines on the spot, tsk.

Cen Ya's scene is against the lead female lead.The second male and the first female have been childhood sweethearts since they were young, and they have been in a hazy ambiguity with each other since they grew up, and they were almost on the verge of piercing the window paper, but the first male stepped in at this time.The second male was jealous, and thus had a quarrel with the female lead.

Cen Ya flipped through the script in his hand, looking at the long lines of his lines, his heart was almost desperate, why couldn't the second male lead be dumb!

"I know...he must be pestering you, but...you obviously don't...give him any chance to pester you..."

"Yes, I am not...qualified to control you... these things, as a...friend,...just to remind you...how is it too much?"

An Ling stood beside the director with folded arms, looking at the screen on the monitor, Cen Ya looked like a primary school student memorizing texts on the podium, his body was stiff, his face was expressionless, and he was not reciting smoothly.He wondered why Zhou Chen hadn't called "ka" for so long, did he really think that Cen Ya was a primary school student who needed encouragement?

"Ka! Cen Ya, come here."

Cen Ya walked over reluctantly, especially after seeing An Ling.Although the other party was looking at him with a smile, he was almost ashamed to lift his head.Of course he knows what he looks like.

In fact, Wei Xiao had revealed to him the meeting at noon that ended unhappy on the phone two days ago, and told him not to say a word.Although Cen Ya was defiant, he always listened to what his manager said.However, when An Ling opened the tent door and sneaked in, he almost didn't stop talking.After I came out, I asked the assistant director and found out that An Ling was the screenwriter of the crew.

It's just a screenwriter hired temporarily, but he dares to challenge the producer directly.

Cen Ya looked at him with a complicated expression, and there was actually a trace of fear in his heart.

"Cen Ya, this is Teacher An, you can talk to him about the difficulties with your lines." Zhou Chen introduced An Ling who was beside him.

Cen Ya nodded stiffly, and was a little unconvinced, "Director, I can almost memorize the lines now!"

An Ling couldn't help laughing, "Brother, you call memorizing texts, and you have to do random checks."

Cen Ya's entire face quickly turned red, "It's not that the lines you wrote are too long and difficult to memorize!"

"Really? But I remember that Jiang Xue's lines are more than yours. You just played against each other. What do you think of her performance?" An Ling was never soft on bears, and easily poked Cen Ya's sore spots. A mess.

"You!" Cen Ya was so angry that the two assistants almost couldn't hold back.

Zhou Chen kept breaking out in a cold sweat, thinking that he should have called An Ling over if he knew this was the situation.

An Ling didn't see Cen Ya's bluffing anger, he raised his arm and put it on one of the other's shoulders, and patted, "But there is still help, give me your script book."

An Ling took the script book from his assistant and walked over to the bench under the tree, "Follow me."

Cen Ya gritted his teeth and walked over without disappointment.

"Let me first tell you about the character design of the second male lead. He comes from a poor family, and there are still a lot of dirty things among his relatives. Although the childhood sweetheart with the heroine is about to be completed, in fact, there is always a deep secret hidden in front of the heroine. Inferiority, this inferiority complex has been magnified after the appearance of the male protagonist. The other side of inferiority complex is conceit, so it is almost neurotic to belittle the male protagonist in front of the female protagonist. The more bluff you have, the less confidence you have, so the tone of your lines should be hysterical Some." An Ling glanced sideways at Cen Ya, and smiled, "But a child like you, who was raised in a hug, shouldn't be able to experience this kind of fear that the only light in life will disappear."

Cen Ya curled his lips, "Who is a child? He has already grown up, don't look down on him!"

An Ling looked at him with his chin propped up, "Say a few more words, you can say anything you want."

"What, what are you doing!" Cen Ya was a little nervous.

"Listen to your speaking habits, so that I can correct the lines for you to memorize."

"Then what should I say?" Cen Ya continued to be nervous.

"Relax, let me chat with you for a while."

"You just said that you are already an adult, have you graduated from college?" An Ling leaned back in the chair, and changed into a comfortable chatting posture.

"It's nothing! I'll be twenty in a few months. In my school, it doesn't matter whether I go to school or not." Cen Ya tried his best to relax as required.

An Ling glanced at him, "I still have to go to school, how could fans like a young illiterate, handsome can only confuse them for a while, and connotation can make them die."

"You talk to Qi Wangshu like this too?" Cen Ya couldn't help asking back.

An Ling froze for a moment, then smiled and blocked the sunlight in front of his eyes with his hand, "Don't dare, his cold face is so scary, not as cute as you."

Cen Ya coughed, half of his face bathed in the sun was slightly reddened by the sun.

"During that meeting today," An Ling put down his hand, and changed his sitting position again, "Why didn't your manager come, I think the managers of several other people are there."

"Do you know how many artists he has under his command?" Cen Ya pouted, "It's not enough for him to make a special trip."

"How much?" An Ling asked.

Cen Ya replied: "A dozen or so, how could I know all of them."

"There are quite a lot of them, so I'm sure I won't be able to take care of them. No wonder Qi Wangshu doesn't want to work under him anymore." An Ling looked at him inadvertently.

Cen Ya looked like he knew the inside story, and shook his head, "That's not true, Brother Xiao is the artist director, and everyone else is in name only, okay! The only one he really cares about is Qi Wangshu, but in the end, he was rewarded by others, and he kicked him after he became popular. Kicked."

An Ling wanted to laugh, this kid was brainwashed by Brother Xiao whom he adores, he is loyal.He raised his eyebrows, "Are you envious of Qi Wangshute?"

Cen Ya's expression changed immediately, and he said awkwardly, "How is it possible! Do I still envy him? What don't I have?"

An Ling took out a gel pen from his pocket, pressed the pen tip on Cen Ya's stiff waist, and the other party immediately bowed and covered the place, "Why are you stabbing me!"

"Borrow me, what's the fuss?" An Ling picked up the script and bent one leg to write on his lap, "You have everything, and you can envy and hate anyone, what's so shameful about it. Think of the male lead as Qi Wangshu , and deepening the hatred and jealousy towards him a few times, wouldn't it be easier to play a little bit?"

"I'll change the lines for you now. From the observation of your speaking habits just now, I found that you like to use exclamation sentences. You can't play neurotic, and you are suitable to be a roaring emperor."

"Who yelled at the emperor!" Cen Ya felt that he seemed to have been humiliated, and stood up abruptly, "Who likes to use exclamation sentences! If you don't know how to change it, don't change it!"

An Ling raised his head and blinked at him, "You, don't you sigh again?"

Cen Ya's face was flushed red, and he was on the verge of jumping into a rage. An Ling looked at him amusedly, thinking that it was still smooth at this time, and pulled his wrist to make him sit down again, "I didn't say that Roaring Emperor is not good. , What's the rush, what a rich expression, I'm sure I won't be scolded for facial paralysis."

Cen Ya was furious, An Ling buried his face in his lap and laughed.

Xia Xiaoyu looked at the lively scene in the distance, and then turned his head to look at Qi Wangshu beside him. They had been standing here for a while, but he still couldn't make up his mind whether to remind him or not.After all, feeling the low pressure around him, Xia Xiaoyu shrank his neck, thinking that he should stop talking.

Xia Xiaoyu thought that he would accompany Qi Wangshu to bask in the sun for a while, but Qi Wangshu started to walk forward, but the direction changed, it was not the set filming scene, but the place where he had been staring at just now.

Xia Xiaoyu followed behind him and almost ran.

Cen Ya first saw Qi Wangshu who was walking towards this side, and looked at him who was getting closer and closer with an unfriendly expression. An Ling noticed his strangeness, turned his head and looked back curiously, the smile on his face faded instantly. A few points.